getting it off my chest...
and hoping that I can move on.
The people who bought our old house are totally, completely yucky. I'm literally sick to my stomach thinking of them tainting our cute house with their park-in-the-yard behaviors.
Yes, they are parking in the yard.
THE YARD.
I'm just SICK. And I'm sure our old neighbors hate us right about now for selling to Mr. and Mrs. Ghetto Non-fabulous. For the first few days they were moving in, I thought, well, they're just moving things in! Of course they can pull the car up in the yard to unload stuff. But oh, how wrong I was. Apparently yard-parking is just a way of life for these folks, even though there is a driveway big enough for at least 4 cars. The cars that aren't in the yard are parked in the street. And they have RIMS. I have no time in my life for people who value rims. Strike #2 for these people.
It is just GROSS. I'm totally disgusted by their lack of class. I remember when we got the offer and saw where they WERE living, I was immediately schkeeved out, because I thought it was a housing project. (it wasn't... just really nasty apartments). Mark put a good spin on it and remarked that they were making a better life for themselves. Wrong.
Even my stoic, doesn't-show-much-emotion husband said today "I'm going to just have to stop driving by there." (It is on our way home from the grocery store... we aren't just driving by for fun.)
So I just had to get that off my chest. I know I have a lot of emotional attachments over things that perhaps I should not, but I brought my babies home to that house. We put hours and hours of work and sweat and love into that house. Our cute yellow Cape Cod with the front porch (that they have put PLASTIC CHAIRS on, might I add. Strike #3.) We spent Christmases and birthdays there.
And now it is tainted by the rim-adorning, plastic-chair-enjoying, yard-parkers. I think I need some therapy.
EDITED TO ADD: I realize that this was totally not PC and makes me sound like the classist I am. And in this case, I am just fine with that!
The people who bought our old house are totally, completely yucky. I'm literally sick to my stomach thinking of them tainting our cute house with their park-in-the-yard behaviors.
Yes, they are parking in the yard.
THE YARD.
I'm just SICK. And I'm sure our old neighbors hate us right about now for selling to Mr. and Mrs. Ghetto Non-fabulous. For the first few days they were moving in, I thought, well, they're just moving things in! Of course they can pull the car up in the yard to unload stuff. But oh, how wrong I was. Apparently yard-parking is just a way of life for these folks, even though there is a driveway big enough for at least 4 cars. The cars that aren't in the yard are parked in the street. And they have RIMS. I have no time in my life for people who value rims. Strike #2 for these people.
It is just GROSS. I'm totally disgusted by their lack of class. I remember when we got the offer and saw where they WERE living, I was immediately schkeeved out, because I thought it was a housing project. (it wasn't... just really nasty apartments). Mark put a good spin on it and remarked that they were making a better life for themselves. Wrong.
Even my stoic, doesn't-show-much-emotion husband said today "I'm going to just have to stop driving by there." (It is on our way home from the grocery store... we aren't just driving by for fun.)
So I just had to get that off my chest. I know I have a lot of emotional attachments over things that perhaps I should not, but I brought my babies home to that house. We put hours and hours of work and sweat and love into that house. Our cute yellow Cape Cod with the front porch (that they have put PLASTIC CHAIRS on, might I add. Strike #3.) We spent Christmases and birthdays there.
And now it is tainted by the rim-adorning, plastic-chair-enjoying, yard-parkers. I think I need some therapy.
EDITED TO ADD: I realize that this was totally not PC and makes me sound like the classist I am. And in this case, I am just fine with that!
posted by gretchen at 4/27/2008 04:09:00 PM
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What are rims?
J
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See, Jane, that is why I love you AND why I refer to you as my Martha Stewart sister-in-law. Rims are fancy car rims (you know, on the wheels)... some of which keep spinning even when the car is STOPPED!
But I'm guessing you do not see many of those in Oberlin:-)
gretchen
I should have guessed that about the rims.
I am enamored of those cars with the lights underneath that shine on the road -- they're usually purple.
They make me smile...
LOL at Aunt Jane!
Here is a visual:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=rims
GIRL-you have GOT to be kidding me! I'm SO sorry-a house just isn't a house, it's a home. Well, just think about the memories that will be made in the new home and all the love and time that will go into this one. AND, being a photographer, you have beautiful pictures to remember Sanderson....as it was! Hugs!
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