Risley Ramblings

While not as juicy as the schlock of Wisteria Lane, our neighborhood has been thrown into a nice little political fray of late. Kind of a mixture of Desperate Housewives meets Survivor. Seems as though in our large and growing neighborhood that most all of the housing addition's board is now located on our short street (go Lariat Trail!), and there are some not too happy about some conflicts of interest going on concerning the granting of variances and such. So much so that 2-page flyers were posted to our door when returning from the weekend calling for the resignation of all our neighbors from the board of directors, including the president, by another board member (not from our hallowed street) along with accusations of ignoring a neighborhood petition, dishonesty, and things most foul (well, maybe not that last part).

At least it's something to talk about and spices up the neighborhood. And here I was thinking about joining the housing addition board...

Claire continues to surprise us with her observant behavior. You know you eat out too much when stopped at a Sonic your 20 month old child leans out the window and tells the speaker "Juice" and "Eat" along with other jibber-jabber without any notice, casually expecting the food to come. We've come accustomed to just look at each other and shake our heads.