Walking Around in My PJs is Suddenly Not an Option

So, I've survived the first two weeks of work after not working and walking around in flip flops for seven {glorious} months. Week One was a blur. Much too much socializing for my liking. Although, in reality, it was probably a normal amount of socializing and talking. To me, though, it seemed like a three day interview all over again.

The second week proved to have another set of challenges: Getting my feet to cooperate with wearing heels and PMS-ing at the same time. As if "normal" PMS, whatever that is, isn't bad enough, a strange new PMS symptom reared its ugly head last week -- water retention in my feet and ankles. I've never experienced this before, and although I'm convinced it has something to do with my period, I still plan to get it checked out...as soon as I receive my health insurance cards in the mail, which I'm told could take 3-4 weeks! Unbelievable.

Anyway, the swollen feet thing did not help AT ALL last week. I had several meetings each day, some meetings held in a different building which required me to trek out to the parking lot and to my car...a long ass haul {I am planning to take pictures of our lovely corporate parking lot and then you can share in my personal hell.} The issue with the parking lot? There is NO WHERE to park! The people at my company are serious about starting their day early...as in, 7:30 a.m. early. Yuck! If you arrive anytime after 7:45 {and you're really pushing it at that point}, you might as well forget parking in the lot closest to the building. You're forced to go to something called The South Lot, which is all the way across the f*&^%$# street.

On a different note, we are really loving the house we're renting. The neighborhood is great...there's a park nearby with a walking path, baseball diamonds, tennis courts, and even a volleyball sand pit. People actually come out of their houses here and sit on their patios! What's up with that?!? That's one thing we never saw in Boca...it was too damn hot!

This past week, as I was blissfully enjoying my new neighborhood, I discovered one evening that this guy from work---WHO IS ON MY TEAM---lives right next door to us! Ugh!

Imagine my horror as I stood at our kitchen sink {changed out of my work clothes and sporting a freshly washed face} cleaning my commuter coffee mug, looking out our kitchen window to discover Mr. Team Member grilling on his patio and basically looking right into our kitchen window!

Waaaay to close for comfort. My husband, on the other hand, is very amused by this whole situation.

Now I feel like I can't walk around my house, or at least in the kitchen, wearing anything but normal looking clothes. I can't imagine this guy seeing me in my PJs! Or my robe! The thought of it gives me the creeps. {Perhaps I should explain that I find him very unattractive? Or that Jeff and I can't figure out if his wife is really his wife, or just his girlfriend? And whether they have one or two cars? And if they only have one car, is he some kind of weird control freak? And what does the wife or girlfriend do all day long if she's stuck at home without a car?}

Oh yes, I do love to speculate and concoct stories in my head about my neighbors!

Meanwhile, we do have "normal" neighbors living on the other side of us...Bill and Elsie. Bill's a retired school principal with one KILLER vegetable garden. I am trying to play nicey nice so he will bring us some of those tomatoes growing like wildfire in his backyard. Salsa, anyone?

Bill and Elsie's backyard and their veggie garden. Notice how brown and awful our grass looks.

This was my attempt to capture a full moon and a beautiful sunset.
Can you say, Blair Witch Project?!?

More pictures coming this week!! And possibly even scarier.