anne's chit chat

**Disclaimer: This is my personal blog and I’ve had it for awhile, I mostly talk about me, myself, and me a little more. Sometimes I talk about work – but now that I’m my own boss, I can’t get in trouble. But if you are my neighbor and reading this — which I am not sure if any of my neighbors do read this – well, I’m about to complain about our neighborhood. Just a little bit, not too much, but just a little. For the most part our neighborhood is awesome and I really love it — so, I’m sorry if I offend with this next rant. But this is my blog and I like to get things off my chest. Don’t worry, I’ll go back to blogging about my weight, or my dog, or my photography next time.**

Summer is over blah blah blah.
But there is something so much more important to talk about here.
This is chit chat and well, let’s face it, I need to share what is going on…

With me.
In my head.
In my life.
Really.
I want to complain.

Everything is going to shit.
Sure, our summer was great and our family is amazing but….
Our house is a disaster.
Everyday is not an Apartment Therapy House Tour.
Dishes need to be washed.
Clothes need to be put away.
And it is never quiet here anymore.

Living in a neighborhood is hard.
Especially when your neighbors are 10 feet away.
You can HEAR everything.

Unfortunately, our neighbors are DJ’s.
Yeah, that’s right – hip hop techno fucking DJ’s.

MY WORST NIGHTMARE.
I feel like I’m still an RA.

We’ve been dealing with this for the past four years.
Knocking on their door at 11 pm or 1 am asking them to please, TURN IT DOWN.

They actually have gotten A LOT better about this and it has been way more tolerable. Victory!

Then their are the new neighbors across the street.
Who on nice days and nice nights enjoy BLASTING heavy metal in their backyard — you know, while they do yard work or have a fire, while everyone else is also enjoying the nice weather.
Who gave them the right to choose the music WE ALL HAVE TO LISTEN TO?

I’m sure it sounds nice FOR THEM.
But when I can actually hear lyrics across the street, in my backyard, it’s not so nice for me.

Then we’ve got Curly and Mo – yippy dippy dogs that BARK ALL DAY at anything that moves.
Cats, squirrels, leaves, grass, cars, people, birds, bees, THE WIND.

You might remember them from this little pre-homeownership vid:

oh god from Anne Ingman on Vimeo.

I know I know. We work from home. We have to deal.

But we don’t play loud music, and if Judy barks we pull her inside right away.
We try to be incredibly conscientious neighbors.
I mean, I was an RA in college.

Well, I am about to hit my breaking point.

Because now we have CHICKENS on our block, and holy shit they SQUAWK.
Did you know that chickens squawk??
I didn’t, so when they came around and asked me to sign off on them getting baby chicks I was like, “Sure!”
I mean, all I heard was baby chicks, and who doesn’t like baby chicks??

Well, baby chicks grow up to be full grown chickens!
WHO SQUAWK.
And it is the most awful sound.
I am so over urban chickens.

**Disclaimer: These are all things that test my patience and help me to become a better person — Jake made me type that.**

Everything is falling apart around me.
I feel like I can’t keep up with the house, or work, and now it will never be quiet in our house again.

I just want to move and have some SPACE between — well, everything.
Don’t get me wrong, I love people and animals and music, but I hate annoying sounds that I can’t control.

Like bass music that comes through the houses, and heavy metal from backyards, and yippy dogs in the alley, and fucking chickens that squawk.

**Whew, that feels better. Thanks for reading. You can judge me now if you want, no worries, I can take it. I judge myself all the time.**

I’m happy as a clam.

And Jake, well, he is a bit stressed out.