The view from my window

Oh the secrets of neighborhoods. Few know what goes on behind the closed doors of the pretty houses with beautiful plants adorning the walkway. Desperate Housewives becomes just another day in some neighborhoods. Mine, thankfully, is more calm than that. It is a pretty normal neighborhood with babies popping up everywhere all of a sudden, kids playing, elderly enjoying their free days. It is nice.

The thing is, as many of you know, I work from home. And when I am working, I am chained to my desk by the phone cord and unable to move until my day is done or nature calls etc etc. So, in an effort to keep from going absolutely completely insane, I have moved my desk to my window so I can see something other than the walls. I actually have a beautiful view of the mountains, but after about ten minutes they are kind of boring so I start looking down. I am kind of hidden, since I am on the second floor and have my blinds tilted a bit to keep the sun from blaring in. Even those that know I am there often forget. And I get to see other things in the neighborhood.

Like the kids who are unsupervised and are playing Dr. down by the mailbox. Really, I could get into a long tirade her about how many kids much older than these have been on Nancy Grace this month alone, but I will leave that alone. Instead I will say that not only did the little boy see the older girls stuff, and vice versa, but the retired gentleman across the street and myself had to look away to avoid having to be exposed as well.

And the dog walkers. What can we say about the dog walkers? I love dogs. I really really do. And I commend those of you that are brave enough to take them for a walk with nothing more than a bag to protect you from the goo, though not the warmth of it. I just can't do it. I will patiently wait for a backyard, and then I will use a pooper scooper to end all pooper scoopers. And yes, I will make Fido go the bathroom before we take a walk. I am a baby. With the exception of a very few, my neighbors are good about picking up the mess. I watch them all the time. I have also watched many nose-pickings, butt-scratchings, spouse fights, teeth-picking (okay....seriously gross after you have just handled warm poo). You name it, I have probably seen it. When the window is open on super slow days, I can hear gossip gossip gossip in the wind. Cracks me up.

And my favorite.....neighborhood spy's. While I am fully aware of the irony of the statement because it is exactly what I am doing, I am just looking out my window. The people I see are full-on nosy busybodies! I see people slow down when they are walking past ladies that are gossiping chatting. Since my patio is right below the window I look out of, I have actually caught MY family being spied on more than once. Most times it is innocent, just slowing down and looking in the patio door. One lady glanced up and caught me looking back at her, kinda funny. One time a lady actually walked up the rocks further towards our patio (I still wonder wth she was staring at), and another was a lady that actually freaking stopped walking to stare at our door. We actually keep our blinds closed quite a bit because my son tends to have to be told fifty times to put his underwear back on after going potty. I can only imagine that he may have wanted to do some looking outside of his own. But if that is the case that lady is a horrible pervert. No worries, I have no problem letting her know I saw her at the next neighborhood picnic. I am good at finding ways to say it "nicely".

Now, my family is not innocent. The other day I was cooking dinner and had the patio door open so the kids could come in and out (I actually keep a babygate up on the patio so they have to stay there....no Dr. at the mailbox for them!). My son went potty and I saw him head back outside. I could only see the top half of him over the counter, but didn't think much of it. And then all of a sudden I heard giggles. Little man was so excited to go back out and see what the "Dr's" were doing today that he didn't put his pants back on. oops.