Nothing Important!

I know you’re probably thinking, who is this crazy lady writing now! I know, I know, I very rarely write. So I thought what the heck, I’ll just write! About what? Nothing important. You see I live in the outskirts of a somewhat small town. I have no neighbors to spy on. Except for the crazy lady down the street. She thinks people are walking on her roof, and trying to poison the air in her house. I kid you not! My brother shovels her drive way and does whatever she needs. She’s 8o something and lives alone. Her house is something out of Hoarders, she’s a tad nuts but she is nice.

There are a lot of older people who live in our neighborhood. A lot of kids too, a good mixture. The couple who live across the street to the crazy lady, they don’t like me. They don’t like anyone. Apparently they call the cops on everyone for every little thing. I drive down there every day to drop my son off at the bus. I used to back up into the their drive-way to turn around. One day their garbage and recycling cans were blocking their drive-way. I thought it was weird but didn’t think too much about it. So the next day they were gone and I used their drive-way again. That was a big NO~NO!! The very next day they had a “KEEP OUT”  sign there. AND (this made me laugh) the old man was standing outside staring at me, waiting for me to back up! I ended up using the crazy ladies drive-way instead! Laughing at him while I am doing this,I made sure he saw me laughing! Is it wrong that I simply use their drive-way to back up?  Hmmm, some people are way too anal!!!

I haven’t told you about the mouse incident yet! While driving my son to the bus stop one day, a mouse ran across the wind shield. Scared me half to death! I had to have Bailey get out and throw a snow ball at it because it wouldn’t leave the roof of the car. And to top it off I couldn’t get the back window up so all I kept imagining was it climbing in.

Maybe my crazy neighbors think I’m crazy!!!! LOL All this in the life of a small town stay at home mom! 🙂 Can your life be as exciting as mine???

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37 Responses to Nothing Important!

  1. SKL says:

    Gotta love crazy neighbors! I miss the days when I knew my neighbors well enough to speculate on whether they are crazy. In my neighborhood, the only reason anyone ever talks to me (a few words here and there) is because my kids go for walks around the neighborhood when the weather is nice. They are cute to look at still, so people look and smile. Other than that, not much to talk about around here!

    My life gets exciting sometimes, but mostly it’s just busy and stressful. I was just thinking today, I don’t feel like doing my work any more, and I think it’s because I haven’t had a day off since new year’s, and won’t have another til Easter (and I’m counting weekends). After a while, it’s like eating exactly the same food 3 times a day, 7 days a week. Pretty soon you’d rather fast. But maybe I’m just getting cabin fever. I got so bummed when I saw the snow coming down again this morning. That is sad, because it really is pretty, and I normally don’t mind it. It just sucks that I can’t get a change of scene without freezing my butt off and getting covered with slush. Sigh. Is it Spring yet?

  2. Joy says:

    I LOVE “nothing” posts and I really think we should do them more often. This is great.

    I’m laughing at your “driveway” indecent. We had goofy neighbors like this in Minnetonka. They were so odd. When we first moved in, we had 4 acres and our yard was fenced in because we had horses. Jason was out playing in the pasture one day with our dog and the neighbors dog came into OUR yard to play with them and that lady called me to yell at me that my dog shouldn’t be out with “a kid” because her dog ran over into MY yard. I really didn’t even know what to say. Man, the experience of age, if only that would happen now. I’d have plenty to say.

    Also, I have a little tale of a mouse too. Your’s really is pretty funny. Mine is just pathetic. I knew we had a mouse one day last week. I think it was Wed. Maddie didn’t leave the front closet and she never does that so I knew. I didn’t want to deal with a mouse so I shut the closet door and when Paul got home, I opened it. Sure enough, Maddie got the mouse and was VERY PROUD and Paul was ready to grab it and me and my big mouth told him “oh, let her play with it for a minute, she’s been sitting there all day.” Well she dropped it in the living room and it took off and ran under our hutch. WHERE IT STAYED FOR TWO DAYS! None of the cats could get it. It was funny. They all knew it was there but it wasn’t coming out and they just sat there. Then it was in the laundry room for two days under my washer and dryer. Finally I found it, trapped it and made Paul come and do the really dirty work and now it’s in mouse heaven. I will never, EVER tell Paul to let her play with it again. It was over a week and it was driving me NUTS.

    My life is not nearly as exciting as yours and I KNOW my neighbors think I’m crazy. It’s good for them. It’ll keep em on their toes.

    • Nikki says:

      Your mouse story still makes me laugh! What is it with us and these dang mice!? LOL

    • Laura says:

      I probably shouldn’t tell you guys this, but I rescued a mouse in my garage last night. I looked in our second garbage can and saw two little balls of fur. I stood there for a second, trying to figure out what they were… and one of them looked up at me!!

      So I dumped the can on it’s side, and the mouse ran out. Unfortunately, her little partner had frozen to death, but I saved one life yesterday. So that was a good thing.

      • Joy says:

        Sad thing is that I feel bad for them too when they die. I hate the sound they make when the cat bats at them. But I can’t have them in my house.

  3. SKL says:

    When I was little, our driveway was adjacent to our next door neighbor’s driveway. He was a cantankerous old fart. One day when I was around 8, I decided to do a good deed and shovel the driveway for my dad. I was so pleased and proud of myself. I waited with anticipation for my dad to walk in all happy that he had such a helpful child. And waited. Finally my dad came in and he wasn’t so happy. I said, “Dad, did you notice, I shoveled the driveway!” And Dad said, “Yes, and Mr. H noticed too, and pointed out that you got some snow on his driveway. And I just got done shoveling his entire driveway. So please don’t shovel the driveway for me any more.” Some people are such party poopers.

    • Joy says:

      Well that wasn’t very nice 😦

    • Laura says:

      I’d’ve gone and shoveled MORE snow on Mr. Crankypants’s driveway!! What a snot!

      • SKL says:

        He was pretty far gone, apparently. He used to holler at the heavyset, developmentally delayed girl across the street “hey you little elephant, when are you going to join the circus?” Stuff like that. If I’d been older, I would have understood he was probably just losing it. Or am I just being charitable in my old age? The weird thing is that like once every 2-3 years, he would unexpectedly do something nice for us. In between calling the cops because my dad played loud music on New Year’s Eve, confiscating trikes that were left in his driveway, etc.

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  5. Sue says:

    I think I have small town living beat compared to where you live! You live in a city girl! LOL!!! I am so glad we don’t have crazy neighbors to deal with! Oh wait a minute….

    Anywho, are you finding this neighborhood less friendly than your last one? What’s really kind of creepy is that the old guy MUST have been watching you for a long time every morning to know it was you turning around! He must stare out his window keeping tabs on everyone. You should bring him cookies one day and see how that goes!

    • Joy says:

      Hey, you wait a minute!!!! LMAO!!! I agree with Sue. One morning you should park on the street and take him a plate of cookies. He’ll wonder what the hell you’re up to.

    • SKL says:

      You remind me of another neighbor from childhood. My younger sister named her “Mrs. Peekaboo” because she was always watching out the window to make sure kids (at least) were behaving as she thought appropriate. And if we weren’t, she would come out and tell us what we were doing wrong. And if we kept it up, she threatened to call the police. The invention of the Big Wheel about did her in – or maybe it was our plot to ride our noisy big wheel and wagon back in forth in front of her house for about a half hour . . . .

      Another crazy lady used to live near us at our next house. She was on my kid brother’s paper route when he was about 8, and he got sucked into doing odd jobs for her. She’d call our house when she wanted something done, and since he was always a roamer, we’d tell her he wasn’t home. “Well where is he?” “I don’t know.” “Well, why don’t you know? Where is his mother? Doesn’t she keep track of her kids?” bla, bla, bla. Too bad we didn’t have caller ID in those days.

    • Nikki says:

      No my little town does not compare to your little village! LOL

  6. Laura says:

    I don’t have crazy neighbors here. I’m in the country, so we’re all pretty isolated. So if they’re crazy, I can’t see it….

    My parents, though. They have a neighbor. Man, oh man. When i was a kid, my dad used to sleep in our driveway. He’d put the lay-down lawnchair out there, and kinda siesta, with his fishing bucket hat over his face, to shade it from the sun, catch a few z’s in the sun. Well, this neighbor would just look at him, all the time, kind of weird looks over her shoulder as she goes by… Did this all the time for a couple summers running. She always looked at him weird, and the bushes between the two houses just kept getting bigger and bigger.

    Turns out, she thought he was SPYING on her!!! No idea what she was doing that she thought was so spy-worthy. But the bushes are now a good ten feet high.

    Neighbors are funny.

  7. Ellen says:

    Nikki, I loved your story! Please write more!! Pleaseeeeeee 🙂

  8. shane says:

    Funny stuff!! I think all people get a little crazy at a certain age. “like 80-85” I bet that guy has absolutley nothing better to do in his life than watch everybody else’s lives. That’s so sad but probably true. Like Joy and Sue said bring him some cookies and coffee, then see what he does.
    We used to have a really weird neighbor a block from us. It would be 2 in the morning and he would be out in his yard trimming his trees and bushes. Then he would walk out to the street and look at them from different angles untill it was just right. And he had about 10 trees and 20 bushes in his yard “and it’s a small yard” and to top it off they where all scattered around, it really looked like crap.
    On that same block there was this old asian man that never ever ever cut his grass. It would get so bad the city used to come out and cut it and probably charge his a lot to do it. So one summer I thought I would offer to cut it “make some $$$$” well that didn’t work, it was about 2 feet high and our mower couldn’t handle it. So I only did about 2 passes. He still gave me $25 for the effort. His house was a dump also. “garbage stacked up 2 feet high throughout the house. He also had about 6 cars on the side of his house.

  9. moodswing mabel says:

    LOL Nikki! Ok, this is just bizarre, but I guess if they’re older it’s easier to make an excuse for them! The mouse, oh- hell-no! Good thing Bailey was there to help out 🙂

  10. Nikki says:

    LOL you all are SO funny!! I see that old guy in his window maybe 2/5 days. I think it’s funny! I don’t know if I could bring myself to go up to the house!!! I’m not that brave!! We’ll see if I see him this morning, I’m heading out in about 10 minutes. I’ll write more in a bit!

  11. Joy says:

    I’m laughing at all the stories. Here’s to think you wrote about “nothing!”

  12. mssc54 says:

    Poor little teenage dare devil mouse. He prolly had a bet with his other teenage mouse pals that he could ride your car to the bus stop and back. Imagine all the betting going on whether he would make it back or not. Poor guy.


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  13. Just a Mom says:

    What is it with mice here lately? We had an episode last week with what we thought was a mouse but turned out to be a freakin rat! I don’t do rodents and my kids are lucky they have a gerbil to be honest! We set a trap out in our garage because I knew something was out there. Last Sunday when we were going out to church my husband said the trap is gone. I was freaking out at the thought of a mouse running around with this trap. As always with the dang mice and snakes (I hate them too!) I am the one who finds it! I went to get into the passenger side of the car and this huge rat is laying there with the trap right next to the car! I screamed so loud I think I woke up my neighbors!

  14. This was such a fun post! I love diary-like posts like this, and I think there’s always a lot of something within what you call a “nothing” post like this. Thanks for sharing, Nikki :D.

    • Nikki says:

      I guess so! It got a LOT more comments than I was ever expecting! We’ll be doing this sort of thing once a week. 🙂 Thanks!!

  15. Tessa says:

    Nikki, it is always fun to read your posts! Crazy neighbors, I love that you just laughed!! The best thing to do when you cannot do anything else, just laugh! The mouse would have me yelping too!

  16. pammywammy says:

    I love your stories Nikki 🙂 You are VERY interesting. 🙂 You have a interesting life 🙂

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