tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post115797719557465267..comments2023-10-28T10:10:18.469-04:00Comments on The Pink Shoe Diaries: Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09330391724110107705noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1158151772001166302006-09-13T08:49:00.000-04:002006-09-13T08:49:00.000-04:00oh oh... this was an invitation up there... sarah ...oh oh... this was an invitation up there... sarah said "WHEN kim and sannie come"... yay! let's plan something :)<BR/><BR/>btw, this is a really nice neighbor that you have there indeed :)sanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15530483400253072978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1158086480998287222006-09-12T14:41:00.000-04:002006-09-12T14:41:00.000-04:00I LOVE this post. Neighbors, to me, were always g...I LOVE this post. Neighbors, to me, were always great growing up, and then my opinion of them changed as I moved to different apartments throughout the college years, etc. I had the yelling man, the nosy granny, the crazy, drug-addicted loud music players, the no-speaka-no-English and have little boy who stomps all day and has no arranged bedtime, and those were just at my LAST place! ;o) So, you can imagine my surprise when on Sunday, two days after moving into our new house, our neighbors down on the corner came over to introduce themselves and let us know we could use their riding lawnmower for our huge yard, since they had been watching C.L. mow it for 2 hours with a push-mower. I was all, "Uh, what's the catch?..." But there was none. Yay us, and yay to you for finally having a friendly one in your building. We midwesterners ARE awfully lovable, if I do say so myself. Ha! <BR/><BR/>Glad your enjoying your place (even if it smells like stinky hockey equipment)! :o)AmyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11316872759420805485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1158062269130103982006-09-12T07:57:00.000-04:002006-09-12T07:57:00.000-04:00pleasure is absolutely right!. and you are so righ...pleasure is absolutely right!. and you are so right about hockey gear, it is that nastiest shizz ever. He only needs to "dry it out" for 24 hours after he plays so its nice to have the spare room for that rather than the living room like it used to be. ick! but when (yes, i mean WHEN) you and sannie come then the room will be spic and span, with no nasty hockey gear in sight (or smell!) :-PSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09330391724110107705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157992275161578622006-09-11T12:31:00.000-04:002006-09-11T12:31:00.000-04:00my parents have always complained about sh!++y btr...my parents have always complained about sh!++y btree neighbors. we have had too many problems with all of them to even get into it. my parents are both from dorchester neighborhoods where everyone knows your name and the whole street hung out together and everything, and they have been so disappointed since we first moved there that the neighbors were not like that here... and besides, people are so paranoid and defensive and litigation-happy these days! i think shawn has it right though--when/if i move again i am definitely gonna introduce myself to the neighbors. having a relationship with them makes life so much easier.rooroohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13318123622492722511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157988871661918042006-09-11T11:34:00.000-04:002006-09-11T11:34:00.000-04:00ha! wariness of friendly people is definitely a NE...ha! wariness of friendly people is definitely a NE trait. especially if you live in the Boston area!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09330391724110107705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157988771605402312006-09-11T11:32:00.001-04:002006-09-11T11:32:00.001-04:00Added comment - I'm from the midwest, and I'm wary...Added comment - I'm from the midwest, and I'm wary of anyone who is friendly just for the sake of friendliness. Maybe I'm a New Englander at heart?Bustedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09926427330808873296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157988726421175202006-09-11T11:32:00.000-04:002006-09-11T11:32:00.000-04:00We had similar bad neighbors - the kids next door ...We had similar bad neighbors - the kids next door were evil - one stole money from my brother, one is most likely a serial killer now, and the girl was morbidly obese and compensated by calling everyone else fat. The parents were also jerks. But they had a big screen TV and "The Making of Thriller" on Beta, so they were still the most popular people on our street. Gotta love the 80's.Bustedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09926427330808873296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157988346989082762006-09-11T11:25:00.000-04:002006-09-11T11:25:00.000-04:00aw! midwestern people are the nicest, everyone agr...aw! midwestern people are the nicest, everyone agrees.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09330391724110107705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157988237294406012006-09-11T11:23:00.000-04:002006-09-11T11:23:00.000-04:00Midwest?!? Awwww...I'm from the Midwest! I hope yo...Midwest?!? Awwww...I'm from the Midwest! I hope your neighbor-friend situation turns out nicely. That is a pretty uncommon level of friendliness in this day and age.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157984315525634602006-09-11T10:18:00.000-04:002006-09-11T10:18:00.000-04:00S, your parents were pretty nice to give them the ...S, your parents were pretty nice to give them the nickname "bunyans". What d-bags!Jeanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871795810674169335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1157981490397012312006-09-11T09:31:00.000-04:002006-09-11T09:31:00.000-04:00Shoving hockey equipment up your @$$...Haha! The ...Shoving hockey equipment up your @$$...Haha! The snippy comments that couples make to each other are kind of funny. It doesn't necessairly mean anything serious to you, but you wouldn't want someone off the street hearing the way you talk to each other.<BR/>When PJ and I were meeting with the photographer for our wedding, the photographer turned his back and went into a closet for half a minute to look for an album to show us. In the meantime, PJ started drumming all over the table top, etc. I was like, "Stop it." His reply? "No. Screw you!" Photographer was NOT out of earshot. Ah, the loving soon-to-be-married couple in an affectionate display. :oP I can just imagine what our photographer thought.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com