Posted by kimkinis in December 10, 2009
Ever since moving to Miami, I get the feeling that some of these divorced and single cougar females are after my man. Everytime he leaves for work, it seems that one of them just so happens to be walking in front of our home in a thong bikini at 8:00 o’clock in the morning.
They seem so desperate to get a man and all I know is they better be ready to rumble if they mess with my man. I may not be from Miami but I know how to put up a fight for what’s mine. I don’t get it. These women divorce their husbands and are left with tons of money. Rather than do something useful with themselves, all they seem to want is to get another man.
Well they can’t have mine. My husband reassured me that he’s not interested in any of them and I believe him. I just wish they would get their own man.
Posted by kimkinis in November 19, 2009
Ever since moving to Miami, things haven’t been the same. I know it takes time getting used to new surroundings but this is ridiculous. The differences between Boise, Idaho and Miami, Florida are so drastic. The weather is about the nicest thing about Miami, but the people are not as friendly as Boise in my opinion. Maybe it’s because I just moved here but it’s been hard to make strong connections
Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m the one that’s not being too receptive but I’ve never been one to walk around the neighborhood wearing a skimpy thong bikini waving at my friends. There is nothing wrong with it, but it’s just not me.
My mom said it’s going to take some getting used to but I’m just wondering how long. I don’t want to complain to my husband because he loves it here and his job is going great. I’ll just have to bite the bullet.
Posted by kimkinis in November 18, 2009
All it seems my neighbors have to do all day long is hang around wearing tight bikinis and sipping pina coladas. They hardly pay attention to their kids or their animals for that matter.
Well the neighbor’s pit bull keeps getting loose and running around pooping in my yard. It’s not the violent type of dog but I’ve been stepping in poop for the last few days and it’s getting on my nerves.
They keep saying sorry but I don’t know what to do about it. I think I am going to write them a formal letter telling them about it and that if it doesn’t stop then I will be seeking some sort of other options to make it stop. It’s really pissing me off because they’re lucky the dog doesn’t bite. That would be an entirely different matter.
Posted by kimkinis in November 17, 2009
Ever since moving to Miami, there has been constant pressure to keep up with our neighbors and what they are doing. Back in Boise, things move nice and slow and there is no pressure to keep up with anyone. You do things at your own pace and your family develops accordingly.
But here in Miami, it’s all about what your neighbor is doing. I really don’t care what they’re doing but my husband does. It seems that a few of his co-workers are our neighbors so he doesn’t want to seem like a slacker by not keeping up with them.
For instance, our neighbors, the Howards were installing new flood lights to their property surroundings so my husband got the notion that we needed to do the same. I don’t like them and in Boise we never had to worry about intruders or people walking up the walkway and a bright light shining on them.
Am I being to concerned with something that I should relax about. What would you do if you were in this type of situation?
Posted by kimkinis in November 13, 2009
I miss my old friends. Since moving to Florida, things haven’t been the same. I knew every housewife on the block and we would often get together for coffee and sit on each other’s porch just to sit and chat in the beautiful Boise breeze.
Things sure have changed. Since moving to Miami, I haven’t had much opportunity to bond with any of the neighbors however, there was an incident that made me question whether or not we made the right move. I was in my front yard sweeping up the driveway to clear off the debris from the trees when up walks a six foot tall blonde wearing a bikini and holding something in her hand. She held her hand out to greet me and told me she was my next door neighbor with a house warming gift. I opened it up and it was a bowl of fruit. I thanked her and asked if she wanted to come inside. She said she didn’t have time but they were having a party at her house tonight and me and my husband were invited.
Wanting to make friends, we took her up and stopped by the party. I guess we were very over dressed because everyone was dressed in some sort of swimwear, from women to men and children. I guess it didn’t register to me that I was overdressed. Well some lady came over to us wearing a skimpy outfit and introduced herself to my husband. I gave her a funny look and she smiled and walked off.
The hostess came up to us and told us to mingle but it was hard to talk to someone wearing hardly any clothing while I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. My husband didn’t seem to have much trouble but he’s very friendly with everyone. We stayed for an hour and gave them an excuse to leave. I think living in Miami is going to be an eye opening experience.
Posted by kimkinis in November 13, 2009
One day I’m at my computer working and my husband runs into the room and yells, “I got the job”. I look over at him and smile. For three months he’s been looking for a new job and it’s finally paid off. The only problem is we live in Boise, Idaho and the job is in Miami, Florida. He says it’s a great opportunity to expand our horizons and since we don’t have any children, it will be an easy move. So we pack our things and begin our journy to a new place that I’ve only had the pleasure to read about in the gossip magazines. I had no idea what we were in store for.
The job already has a house set up for us to move in until we can find one ourselves and it’s beautiful. It’s a four bedroom giant with all of the things a luxury home should have. As I’m walking around in the living room, I happen to look out the front window and catch one of my neighbors walking around on her lawn in a microbikini. She catches me looking at her and waves at me. I wave back. I didn’t realize that type of clothing was something people just lounged around on their lawns.
In Boise, if you’re going to put on a two piece bathing suit, then you must be going to the pool. But this is Florida and I know I’ll need to adjust to the way of life around here.
After checking out our new home, we decide to venture out into the city to check out what things were going to be like around town. Driving around the neighborhood, it seems like everyone is practically wearing some sort of skimpy clothing while either mowing their lawn or working in the yard. The weather is hot but don’t think think about the skin exposure? Looking at people walking around all day wearing practically nothing was going to take some getting used to.
We stopped at the local grocery store to get a few things for the home and while in the checkout line, in front of me looked like a housewife wearing a halter top with shorts on. Next to her were her young children also wearing matching outfits. My husband was very amused at the lady’s attire and I gave him a few glares letting him know that I was paying attention to his staring. It looks like living in Florida is going to be challenge.