My continuing theory on Oak Ridge City Regulations

[basildestiny]

So last night we checked our mail (Matt has a tendency not to walk over to the mailbox to check it everyday) and found the notification to comply with city ordinances and regulations. Well I've been thinking about it since the car has been sitting out there for years and years on his driveway. This year we did propery assessments. That means people found out based on certain things what their house was worth. I have this feeling that Oak Ridge probably started in the poorer neighborhoods because after all, you can't have a great city unless you pull the bottom out mud. I have this theory that one of our neighbors probably wrote to the city, upset that the house wasn't assessed for a greater worth. An old beat up car was moved a couple of days ago and it occured to me: Why would that have happened all of a sudden? It hasn't returned. It just disappeared one day. And I would imagine that anyone whose lawn is high didn't turn us in either. That would mean that at least half the neighborhood got notices. So in summary, no community = getting the city involved. Oh well. To heck with the city and it's mediator job. Sucks to be Tim Cochran!

The other thing I wanted to address was this whole having kids business. I've always wanted to have kids. It's something that I'm excited about, not neccessarily the whole giving birth part, but the other stuff. But lately I've been a little less than exuberant about it as I know that the time for children is quickly approaching. I think that my main worry is that I can be a great mom to a few children, but what about the numbers that we're looking at? But I'm putting that worry aside. I'm going to stop letting little things bother me like that. I'm looking forward to children. Good things and bad things together. I haven't done the whole birth thing, but I have helped to raise some kids. It's not a new thing for me. And I'll have the same people there to support me who supported me the first time I was just helping out. So I don't need to worry.

I'll get you, my pretty!
~Bas