Dear Neighbor who wrote what inspired this post,
Wow, the title of this post sounds like a country song in the making, no?
Anyhoo…
Yes, we found out who you are thanks to gossiping children, particularly yours. I know, it’s a little over a year later but still.
There are all these sayings that I could recite to you. Sayings along the lines of judge and be judged, glass houses, and all kinds of famous and not so famous quotes on those who judge.
The only thing that comes to the tip of my fingers is…
Mind your own business. Seriously.
I didn’t judge you when I heard about all your problems that were circulating through the entire community. Because I figured it’s your life, live it on your terms. Who am I to judge? See…WHO. AM. I. TO. JUDGE. Get it?
But when it gets back to me that, based on the fact that we have STUFF on our lawn…toys that my son plays with…you think WE are trashy? TRASHY? REALLY?
That’s when I say GET A LIFE. You obviously need to find other things to do besides look at your neighbors lawns. Just sayin.
If my lawn bothers you, don’t look at it. Pretend it’s not here. Or, better yet, you could completely avoid it by not using this part of the neighborhood. Just some suggestions, I’m trying to be helpful, yo.
I’d hardly call my yard an eyesore anyways, I’ve seen way worse in our subdivision. If you want to, go ahead and leave notes in their mailboxes. I’ll privately message you their addresses.
It could be WAY worse, you know. I could have tons of garden gnomes, fake wildlife and ginormous wind chimes. Also, I could have whittled one of my front trees into the shape of a bear. So, yeah.
Now, if your trying to be helpful, spot us the cash so that we can hire someone to do our landscaping. I’m SO BUSY with my company that I just can’t imagine, in the foreseeable future, anything changing in the garden area nor do I feel it necessary at this point in my life to spend the money I’m making on something so seasonal. Or, feel free to come tidy up yourself. Listen, I wouldn’t turn away free help. In fact, it would be much appreciated.
So, let’s discuss this TRASHY thing, shall we? Personally, I think it’s trashy to talk about people and name names. That’s trashy.
Quite honestly, I’d rather be my regular trashy than your petty trashy. Because with petty is jealousy. And I pride myself in not being petty or jealous. Well, except for this post because it is a tad bit petty. I’m ok with that though, I’m a blogger, it’s what we do.
In conclusion, my dear, let’s not worry so much about what others are doing unless we are completely fault free, mmmkay?
Your Neighbor who embraces her trashiness.
P.S. Judge away. It gives me stuff to write about on my blog when I have writers block. For that, I thank you.
What asshats! And let me guess, their kids are the ones that are “always” at your house right?
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My yard is ridiculously messy. CRAZY MESSY. As in, random pieces of wood that the boys use as forts, propped against each other, looking like a junk yard. Basically, we ARE trashy looking. And I no longer care. I like my neighborhood, but I don’t want my neighbors as my best BESTIES. You know? Some good friends, yes. But nobody really cares about me TOO much to talk about me behind my back. If they do? I’ll never know.
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GRRRRR! WE used to call ourselves the Munsters because EVERYTHING in our yard was dead and we NEVER did our landscaping. THAT was even BEFORE outside toys invaded our lives! Our Homeowner’s Association had us on speed dial. Or speed…mail. I swear, the outside of our homes always look like the INSIDE of our homes threw up on the lawn. Front, side, back…everywhere!
Anyway, after reading the comments on your INITIAL post, I truly want to talk to ELIZABETH…the last person who commented, though since it was a YEAR ago (I am ALWAYS the last one to the party) I’m sure THAT ship has sailed. WHAT a jerk. I am all for looking at every side of a story, but not when you want to be a jerk. “Look at it from THEIR point of view”? REALLY? Close your damn eyes if it is really that upsetting to see…what did she call it? Oh–the EYESORE of toys. Get OVER yourself. Grrrr. Oh–and when she talked about the baby making noise on the plane, what would she have them do? I’m sure her brother was ready to bind and gag the little cretin, but people like HER were looking on in judgment so he decided to enjoy his baby’s noise instead. I am SO VERY ANNOYED by that comment. Though I noticed that no one commented AFTER her…
I am really not an angry person…OBVIOUSLY…;o)
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