Warning: This series won’t be your glossy Chamber of Commerce tourism fluff piece to encourage more visitors.
Instead, It’s the candid observations of someone who’s lived here for thirty years.
Join me step-by-step as I walk around neighborhoods old and new all the way to the beach and back.
I’m seeing my not-so-little town through fresh eyes.
Today’s topic is Signs and Rules.
Do this. Don’t do that.
Carlsbad is chock full of sings and rules.
Here’s a sign with bad grammar.
And excuse me for asking the obvious, but WHY plant blueberries in a front yard on a busy corner lot where dozens of kids walk back and forth to school and in a ‘hood where almost everyone has more than one dog — when you have a HUGE backyard?
(That’s a rhetorical question.)
Next, are we going to see a misspelled manifesto to crows and blue jays about not picking and eating the ripe berries?
A lot of poop and dog-related signs.
Purchased or homemade…
I couldn’t find the common area this sign referenced; I assume the dog owners who live in the complex have been made aware of the pet-acceptable locations.
And what happens if they disobey the rules?
And here, humans are outlawed, while it seems as if implied consent is proffered to dogs and every other species.
I ignored the sign, ‘cos nobody tells Princess what to do.
That sign ain’t the boss of ME.
This tiki expresses exactly how I feel about being told what to do.
Or what NOT to do.
Usually I take a small backpack or cross body bag to carry essentials but leave my hands free to take photos; this time, thanks to Flipbelt sending me a sample to try, I wasn’t weighted down — I hardly know it was there.
There’s room for my keys, phone, ID, lip balm, and a few dollars. Simply put the items in and flip the belt over. FlipBelt is designed to carry on-the-go essentials without tying up your hands. Made of a moisture-wicking, spandex-lycra blend, FlipBelt slides right on and sits snug on your hip. No bulk. No bounce. FlipBelt is also machine washable and machine dryable.
It’s an ideal accessory for outdoor summer workouts, and will be great for biking and traveling, too, Flipbelt retails for $28.99, and comes in nine cool colors including black. (I chose black so it would go with everything.)
For this review, there was no compensation; I was sent product to sample and review. The honest opinions are my own.
**And thanks to Kim who read my mind, I’m including this song about signs that all of us olds heard a zillion times:
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I thought of imbedding that video in my post, lol, but there was so much else going on with the review, ets.I might edit it and add, what do you think?
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sure. appropriate. sign, sign, everywhere a sign. 🙂
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We are very regulated here in my repressed little town.
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and sign happy. hopefully not dog unfriendly tho. that would be bad. very bad.
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Everyone has dogs, lots of rescue dogs, but there are also lots of rules and I hate rules!
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not to mention, signs like this do not help. the offenders don’t care and may even do out of defiance. at my complex they have threatened dna testing. but we really don’t have a problem, however, they no longer allow “renters” to have pets… (discrimination).
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I know I would do it out of defiance, cos that’s how I am lol.I heard about the DNA testing too! Our amazing Border collie Victor used to back up to bushes and do his “business” there; it was SO funny to watch him, and it was hidden too lol.
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Interesting! Loads of rules here too… although not sign posted (it’s expected that everyone knows and follows them!)
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As I was walking, the signs really were annoying me!
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A reminder of WHY we moved from Boston to the Middle of Nowhere. There aren’t many rules around here and no one obeys anything anyhow. It’s a country thing.
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This is SUCH a repressed little/big city. If it weren’t so close to good surfing, no way we’d still be here.
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