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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
One year . . .
So I have read people's blogs and seen their truibute once they had been blogging for one year. I loved the idea of having a "happy birthday blog." I was going to do some fun and exciting contest or something but guess what? I missed my one year birthday! It was November 14th! At least I caught it before the month was over! So happy birthday to me!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Tribute to my Neighbors
My neighbors that moved in two summers ago just moved out. Hallelujah!! Its one of those situations where I don't really know who exactly lived there as there were people in and out of there all the time. And I didn't really see any of them, just heard them.
But there is this one guy who I had several odd encounters with. Not that he is odd, but I believe I may be odd.
The First One
I had been trying for about ten minutes to open this jar of minced garlic and for the life of me could not. I had whacked the lid with a butter knife, twisted it with ALL my might, used a towel to grip the lid and some other interesting techniques that I would not like to share here. After staring at the jar and trying to will it open with my eyes I decided I needed some help. Now I really did not want to be one of those neighbors that asks you to open jars or if you have sugar to borrow. But I had no choice. I timidly walked across the hall and knocked on the door.
Neighbor boy answers with blank stare.
"I am sorry to bother you but I can not open this jar for the life of me. Would you mind?" offers boy the jar.
Boy looks down at the jar then looks up at odd neighbor (me) takes jar and opens it with no problem. Hands jar back to odd neighbor girl.
"Thank you!" (Me) odd neighbor girl takes the jar and runs back across the hallway to her apartment.
The Second Encounter
After a great snow storm I realized I needed to get something out of my car. I open the door and neighbor boy is standing in the hallway looking down the stairwell at all the snow that had piled up down there. I step into the hallway and look down the stairwell as well.
Neighbor boy looks at me "Do you like all this snow?"
I look back at him, at the snow and at me feet and say "I think I need bigger boots" and turn around briskly, walk back into my apartment and close the door before anything else can be said.
The Third Encounter
One lovely Saturday I was doing laundry in the apartment laundry mat. The two washers and two dryers were surprisingly free (maybe because it was a lovely Saturday.) I had gone to take my two loads out of the dryer and put one load into the dryer. As I was doing so, neighbor boy comes to put his one load of wash into the dryer. I tell him that there will be one free dryer after I get my stuff out. So he is just standing there waiting for me to get all my stuff out and switch one load. I felt the pressure of silence and preceded to make small talk.
"Nice day hun?"
"Yeah."
I think he's still a little weirded out by me.
"I really like this sun a lot more than the rain. Are you from here and used to the rain?"
"I grew up here but just moved back and I don't really mind the rain.""It's funny how the clothes expand and get all fluffy after being in the dryer. And then they don't fit in the basket. "
Neighbor boy just looks at me and kind of nods.
"Oh opps" I say as I drop a bra on the floor and think about how awkward this encounter is.
As I start the dryer, grab my clothes and turn to leave I wish him "happy laundering!"
One last (of many) interesting encounters
One Sunday afternoon after taking a blessed nap I hear this knock on my door. I answer it and its neighbor boy. He is holding a cell phone. He lifts the phone slightly as to draw attention to it and asks if it is my phone. I look at him and at the phone and then behind me and then back at the phone and say "Yes."
He offers up the phone while I stare blankly at him, due to the fact that I had not even known the phone was missing.
"Oh, um . . . Where did you find it?"
"Just at the bottom of the stairwell." He points.
"Oh, well thank you." I say as I take the phone that he is now eagerly offering up to me.
As the phone passes hands it starts to ring and I am startled by it at jump slightly. I thank him again and close the door.
The call was from my mother asking if I had received my phone. So here is the back story:
Apparently neighbor boy had found my phone. Being the good citizen that we all now know he is he wanted to return it to its rightful owner. He browses through the numbers and runs across ICE (in case of emergency). And loosing your cell phone is defiantly an emergency! So he calls my mother; ICE. My mother had been enjoying a Sunday afternoon watching a program about young women being abducted from Washington when she receives a call that went something like this:
"I found this phone"
"What?" My mom is probably thinking that the voice on the other end doesn't sound like her daughter, but it's her number that showed up on the caller ID.
"I'm looking for the owner of this phone."
"Who is this? Is this Josh?" (a dear friend of mine) "Is this a joke?"
"Um . . No I just found this phone and don't know who it belongs to."
"Is this a joke, it's not funny."
"No, I just . . . Do you know someone who lives in (here is where he says my apartment name)?"
My mom who is slightly freaking out by this time say "Who is this? Are you a stalker?"
"No, I'm ____" My mom didn't quite catch his name.
So my mom reluctantly tells him I do live in those apartments and which number.
Neighbor responds joyfully "Oh, that's the apartment across from mine." I think he was joyful that he could now be done with the conversation with my mom.
So my mom had called to check that I was okay and had received my phone.
And those are my interesting encounters with my neighbor. So after these encounters I didn't really see him anymore. I think he was so freaked out that he avoided me like the black plague. But I did hear many other "neighbors" coming in and out of the apartment, moving gladiture, playing satanic music and other things. I'm just gald that there will be no more of that stuff and no more encounters.
But there is this one guy who I had several odd encounters with. Not that he is odd, but I believe I may be odd.
The First One
I had been trying for about ten minutes to open this jar of minced garlic and for the life of me could not. I had whacked the lid with a butter knife, twisted it with ALL my might, used a towel to grip the lid and some other interesting techniques that I would not like to share here. After staring at the jar and trying to will it open with my eyes I decided I needed some help. Now I really did not want to be one of those neighbors that asks you to open jars or if you have sugar to borrow. But I had no choice. I timidly walked across the hall and knocked on the door.
Neighbor boy answers with blank stare.
"I am sorry to bother you but I can not open this jar for the life of me. Would you mind?" offers boy the jar.
Boy looks down at the jar then looks up at odd neighbor (me) takes jar and opens it with no problem. Hands jar back to odd neighbor girl.
"Thank you!" (Me) odd neighbor girl takes the jar and runs back across the hallway to her apartment.
The Second Encounter
After a great snow storm I realized I needed to get something out of my car. I open the door and neighbor boy is standing in the hallway looking down the stairwell at all the snow that had piled up down there. I step into the hallway and look down the stairwell as well.
Neighbor boy looks at me "Do you like all this snow?"
I look back at him, at the snow and at me feet and say "I think I need bigger boots" and turn around briskly, walk back into my apartment and close the door before anything else can be said.
The Third Encounter
One lovely Saturday I was doing laundry in the apartment laundry mat. The two washers and two dryers were surprisingly free (maybe because it was a lovely Saturday.) I had gone to take my two loads out of the dryer and put one load into the dryer. As I was doing so, neighbor boy comes to put his one load of wash into the dryer. I tell him that there will be one free dryer after I get my stuff out. So he is just standing there waiting for me to get all my stuff out and switch one load. I felt the pressure of silence and preceded to make small talk.
"Nice day hun?"
"Yeah."
I think he's still a little weirded out by me.
"I really like this sun a lot more than the rain. Are you from here and used to the rain?"
"I grew up here but just moved back and I don't really mind the rain.""It's funny how the clothes expand and get all fluffy after being in the dryer. And then they don't fit in the basket. "
Neighbor boy just looks at me and kind of nods.
"Oh opps" I say as I drop a bra on the floor and think about how awkward this encounter is.
As I start the dryer, grab my clothes and turn to leave I wish him "happy laundering!"
One last (of many) interesting encounters
One Sunday afternoon after taking a blessed nap I hear this knock on my door. I answer it and its neighbor boy. He is holding a cell phone. He lifts the phone slightly as to draw attention to it and asks if it is my phone. I look at him and at the phone and then behind me and then back at the phone and say "Yes."
He offers up the phone while I stare blankly at him, due to the fact that I had not even known the phone was missing.
"Oh, um . . . Where did you find it?"
"Just at the bottom of the stairwell." He points.
"Oh, well thank you." I say as I take the phone that he is now eagerly offering up to me.
As the phone passes hands it starts to ring and I am startled by it at jump slightly. I thank him again and close the door.
The call was from my mother asking if I had received my phone. So here is the back story:
Apparently neighbor boy had found my phone. Being the good citizen that we all now know he is he wanted to return it to its rightful owner. He browses through the numbers and runs across ICE (in case of emergency). And loosing your cell phone is defiantly an emergency! So he calls my mother; ICE. My mother had been enjoying a Sunday afternoon watching a program about young women being abducted from Washington when she receives a call that went something like this:
"I found this phone"
"What?" My mom is probably thinking that the voice on the other end doesn't sound like her daughter, but it's her number that showed up on the caller ID.
"I'm looking for the owner of this phone."
"Who is this? Is this Josh?" (a dear friend of mine) "Is this a joke?"
"Um . . No I just found this phone and don't know who it belongs to."
"Is this a joke, it's not funny."
"No, I just . . . Do you know someone who lives in (here is where he says my apartment name)?"
My mom who is slightly freaking out by this time say "Who is this? Are you a stalker?"
"No, I'm ____" My mom didn't quite catch his name.
So my mom reluctantly tells him I do live in those apartments and which number.
Neighbor responds joyfully "Oh, that's the apartment across from mine." I think he was joyful that he could now be done with the conversation with my mom.
So my mom had called to check that I was okay and had received my phone.
And those are my interesting encounters with my neighbor. So after these encounters I didn't really see him anymore. I think he was so freaked out that he avoided me like the black plague. But I did hear many other "neighbors" coming in and out of the apartment, moving gladiture, playing satanic music and other things. I'm just gald that there will be no more of that stuff and no more encounters.
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