One of the main reasons we moved (besides being crammed like a good damn cock in a condom) was so that our kids would have more friends nearby and we would have neighboors with kids and therefore make more of our own friends and be around others just like us. So we looked and searched and reviewed and finally picked a great house. It has a ton of space inside - hence the knick name "Castle" and even better - there are more kids than we can count.  As in across the street, behind us, beside us, caddy corner in all directions to us.  Fuck, they are everywhere and mine are loving it.  It's like the 1950's , the kids rush out into the backyard and head toward the noise.  There are kids the same age as my little man, and there are kids the same age as missy.  It's just what we wanted!

Along with the kids comes the greeting of neighbors over fences, matching mothers to kids and figuring out parenting styles and family beliefs (do you drink, can I say FUCK in front of you, and if I mention the word porn will you faint - the jurry is out on all 3 vital quesitons).  Simply, I have moved into a neighborhood of families with communal backyard which means I live in a commune!  People are coming in and out of my house to say hi, get their kids, provide drinks.  I have found myself on 3 different decks 3 different nights chit chatting while the kids go back and forth across a few yards.  I've already seen that there are several back yard "clicks" and I'm right at the intersection point of them - I think I'm the Swiss and just going to be neutral, but still an intersting dynamic.  After a total of being there 5 days, the non-conformist in me is rebelling.  I mean, I wanted to have more friends, I had the vision of me heading over the neighboors in capris with margarita's in hand, I wanted to be that 50's mom, but duh, I'm not, never have been, and the more uptight those around me are, the more I have impules to get drunk and stand naked on the deck singing.  You know, spice up the yard a little.

Ok, deep breath Amy, it's been 5 days, and I really don't know these people at all. I'm worried because they all seem so perfectly vanilla, and deep down I need some diversity and a little bit of rebellion.  There are no "Sally has two Mom's" living nearby.  A lot of the women are stay at home.  I don't think they fly as lose as I do with booze, sex and rock and roll - and trust me, I'm not really all that lose.  So I'll have to wait and see.  I need to find the Mom who has conformed to the rules but deep down is thinking about a sex swing for the guest room once the kids move out.  I need to find the neighbors that saw VanHalen in their heyday, smoked some weed, and now have moved out here to give their kids a great life.  I'm going to find that mom that says, hey if you don't want your kids to cuse, to bring 'em around me.

I picked the house for me, I picked the neighborhood for my kids, now I've got just what I wanted - right?