I love summer (I'm not so crazy about extreme heat, but that's a story for another day). I have a hammock, a fire pit, a swing, a grill ... all the trappings of summer fun.
And my neighbor has a rooster. That crows. In the morning. In the afternoon. All night. Every day. All day. Loudly. Sometimes it sounds like a rooster; sometimes it sounds like a woman screaming.
And I hate it. If you're ever invited over for a chicken dinner, beware that it might be neighbor rooster. Neighbors seem to be nice enough people, but damn. I hate their pet (it must be a pet ... if it was food, they wouldn't have had it for years).
Beware, rooster.
PS: the title -- I know, right? I'm so annoying.
This blog follows the life of Juliet Brambrink. All opinions and ideas expressed here are mine. And this is probably obvious, but I offer no expert advice. Unless you're trying to be me - I'm an expert at that.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Control Freak
I haven't written in awhile. And lately, things feel a little out of control for me.
Not out of control in that things are awful. Things are fine. And that may be the problem. Fine, not great. I need them to be better. I need to take the next step.
I'm not sure how to take that next step. But I may have an idea. I'm taking responsibility. I'm taking over my own life. I'm the boss of me.
And I may not get everything I want. But I'll know that no one else is in charge.
I can do it. I will do it. I will make it happen. I'll be me, only better.
I will have it. It will be better than fine.
Not out of control in that things are awful. Things are fine. And that may be the problem. Fine, not great. I need them to be better. I need to take the next step.
I'm not sure how to take that next step. But I may have an idea. I'm taking responsibility. I'm taking over my own life. I'm the boss of me.
And I may not get everything I want. But I'll know that no one else is in charge.
I can do it. I will do it. I will make it happen. I'll be me, only better.
I will have it. It will be better than fine.
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