Have I mentioned that I love our neighbors? We live , as I believe I have mentioned before, in the heart of the Midwest, in the burbs, on a cul-de-sac. Although, we are actually very close to one of the coolest metropolitan areas going. Trouble is, when you live in the burbs, you have the best of intentions of getting to said metropolitan area more than you actually do. Yes, we do go on the occasional field trip to museums, etc., but enjoy the swanky nightlife? Not so much. Anyway, back to the hood and our neighbors. We have, in my opinion, hit the neighbor jackpot. That is to say, there are something like 22 lots on our street and there are sevenish of us that are the ones that really matter. Don't misunderstand, with a few "exceptions", all 22 are inhabited by very nice people and/or families, it is just that the seven of us really click. And here is the interesting part, it is not just the women folk that click. Our kids all love each other also, and even the men folk like to hang out with each other. What are the odds of that?
One of the seven refers to us a Stepford and has given us all pet names and descriptions on her blog. Based on the followng descriptions I'll let you decide, who is who, when you read her post (btw, none of the seven listed below is "Joss" the devil). I, on the other hand, think we are slightly more like the anti-Stepford. Meaning, most of us have really seen each other-- no make-up, zits, tears and all, and get this no one has run away screaming. We all have our own quirks, yet somehow we just seem to mesh.
The "stealth party leaver", she just gets up and goes before the rest of us know what hit us ( I suspect she does this to keep her air of mystery about her), also semi newly Catholic, but she has embraced the guilt as if she were born to it. Truth be told, she is the one we have to thank for getting us all together in the first place. She always makes me laugh.
The "Perfect Home-keeper" and I mean AT all TIMES (yet it is somehow endearing instead of annoying), a force to be reckoned with when it comes to shopping, perhaps a by product of her interior design education, perhaps not. We may never know. She is quiet and agreeable unless pushed to the limit by one of the "exceptions" on the street (in which case we are all cheering her on). My yoga partner.
The "Rottweiler Owner" and although my kids are no longer afraid of them, I still am (although not afraid enough to keep me away from hanging out with her), loves to laugh which always makes me smile. She was born on my daughter's due date, so I will NEVER forget her birthday. One of the favorite cooks on the street.
The "Sweetie" that is sometimes too sweet for her own good (meaning she agrees to help too many people too often and is occasionally not available to hang out with the rest of us, she still even hangs out with her OLD neighbors for God's sake), she is tons of fun to be with and is always armed with great stories, usually stemming from her adventures in care-giving (many of them regarding the large array of reptiles and amphibians living in her home). She is also, albeit a grown woman, crazy about webkinz.
The "Professional" (a problem because she travels a lot and has yet to figure out that WE are her priority and NOT her job -- only a matter of time),a straight shooter that tells is like it is. By her own admission, she really can't be bothered by most of the world's population. Thank God the 6 of us don't fall into that category! Her feathers are rarely ruffled unless it has to do with her husband's planning, or more accurately lack thereof, regarding her birthday.
The "Marathon Runner" ( do I really need this constant reminder of how lazy I actually like to be?), is little but mighty. She, without doubt, rules the roost in her household. She is the newest member of the group, but is fitting in quite nicely so far.
and then there is me (my warts are too numerous to mention but somehow they all seem to love me anyway).
Last night we all got together. We do this frequently. There were two main topics of conversation.
One, the "Professional" is having a milestone birthday in January (no I'm not going to tell you which milestone), so we spent a great deal of time planning a party suitable enough for this suburban goddess. It was to have been her husband's job, but she was feeling like he needed a little help, so we came to the rescue. It is going to be a great party.
Two, there is the possibility, that the "Stealth Leaver" may have to move to Arkansas for her husband's dream job. ARKANSAS? I'm sure it is a lovely place, but it is not here, and is, therefore, totally unacceptable. If any of you are familiar with "The Secret" you will understand that there are 6 very focused brains on them NOT moving to Arkansas -- the poor guy doesn't stand a chance.
It is very nice to have found this place.