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Giant Mega Ultra Picture Post.
Because there was a LOT of stuff on the camera. I know it holds over 400 pics on the memory card, but still....
We've had the dog for 10 years, and that little bed for
about... 6? She is crate trained, and sleeps in a crate
at night. She never, NEVER uses this damn bed. So whenever
she does deign to get in it, we whisper for someone to
get the camera. In six years, she's used it maybe... five
times. No kidding. And as soon as we take pics or acknowledge
that she's using it? SHE GETS OUT.
Dave doesn't do the spreadsheet/envelope thing each night
after work. Sometimes once a week. So when he does, he counts
all his money out to $10 piles and this time he took pics.
I don't know...
If you notice, there's a pile of 100s, two piles of 5s, a
pile of 10s and a pile of 20s. It's like $673 I think.
Yes, please come rob us.
So when you cut a lawn, you need to go opposite of the last time
you cut it. Something about... not killing it or helping it grow
or some shit. Except there's only so many directions you can cut
a fucking odd shaped back yard, so Dave got out his old javelin,
his camping rope, and decided to get creative.
Yes, he cut in a circle. *SIGH*
Then he added our monogram! Actually, it started to rain as he
got the first few circles done, so we stopped for the day, then
the next day he went out and monogramed our yard.
So you can see the weirdness runs in the family. Or as Kiki's
icon says, "Insanity doesn't run in my family, it gallops."
Hell yes.
OK, so a couple weeks ago, at 3:45am I was JERKED awake by what
I first assumed was someone crashing into the air conditioning
unit under my bedroom window. Because it sounded loud, close and
metallic. I eventually looked out the FRONT window to find a white
SUVtrucky thing slammed into the telephone pole in front of the
house. The dipshit walked around the car, got in and drove away. By
the way? Cop lives across the street. Not only did HE not get up
to investigate (he's a K9 officer for fucks sakes, TAKE THE DOG!),
but next door Mrs. Hermann didn't hear anything either.
It. Was. Loud.
Here's the scene. You can see the tire skid marks as the dude went
from the RIGHT side of the road (I had to mark it), into the pole.
The investigating cop that showed up 10 minutes later walked across
the street and kicked three beer cans. Fucking beer.
I drew in our second car that'd be sitting in front of our house.
Oh, and the yellow Watch Children sign? Was over in the driveway on
the left. Yes, he hit it hard enough to send it crashing a good 15
feet away.
The crashing, screeching metal noise was the truck hitting the
telephone company's box here. Oh and probably the two road signs
too. But... *shudder* It was awful to get jerked awake with that
noise.
You can see he hit it so hard the fucking thing BENT around the
pole. The doors were hanging open and off their hinges, the cop
kinda put them back together. Also I marked Ed's house.
All in all, we're lucky he hit the pole. If he'd have gone straight
through the stop sign, he'd have gone into the side of mom's car.
If he'd veered less to the left than he did, he'd have gone through
our mailbox and into the front of our house. More left and the
front of Mary's house.
The best part? He lives down the street. So he KNEW THE POLE
EXISTED. Fucking beer.
By the way, those little trees in the front yard are the ones I
tore my back up for. If he'd have hit those, I probably would have
raged downstairs and outside completely naked to scream at him. My
back was out of whack for several weeks. I spent four days flat on
my back on the floor in the family room, doped up on vicadin. Don't
fuck with my trees.
Speaking of, FLOWER TIME. Because you care. I know you do.
Tulip leaves
I don't know what they are but they smell like Tahiti.
They're our neighbors.
I didn't get to photograph the azaleas before the torrential rains
killed them all. I found ONE flower still intact out of three bushes.
Speaking of rain, our next door neighbor's white/cream dogwood.
The sun was reflecting off my bedroom window and onto the tree.
We have four peony "bushes" and this is the only picture without
any fucking ants in it.
Next door neighbor's yucca bush, I think. Mom says it's a yucca.
It had spiders and ants all over it, this was the only good shot.
Jesus christ, it looks like it rains all the time here, doesn't it?
Oh wait. IT DOES.
Our daylillies at the bottom of the driveway.
I love the colors and the texture on these. The plain yellow
daylillies are so BORING.
And last, but certainly not least, fungus. Because it's so wet all
the time, AND because they used some kind of mushroom compost when
they tore up the three big evergreens in the front yard, we have
lots. In different varieties. There's tiny itty bitty villiages
that look like flowers, they're so small, we have fluted ruffled
edged ones, we have smurfy looking brown ones, etc. Here's two.
Behind our back fence, where we throw our grass clippings into the
woods (By the way, in 30 years I've never wondered what people who
DON'T have woods do with grass clippings. It never occured to me
how people without a hill and trees cut their grass!). We shoved
some of the old, decaying clippings, leaves and etc down the hill
and next time we looked, up had sprouted this enormous white thing
(it was the size of a baseball) and three ugly, smelly, brown flat things. Ugh.
And this was sprouting in a bare spot in the front yard. I believe
it's where the main tree root used to be over there. We're having
issues with old roots coming to the surface (dead) and oddly bare
spots in the grass. I got creative with my technique ;) This was
about the size of my hand. (It's dead now)
Annnnd that's all folks. Thrilling, ain't it?
Because there was a LOT of stuff on the camera. I know it holds over 400 pics on the memory card, but still....
We've had the dog for 10 years, and that little bed for
about... 6? She is crate trained, and sleeps in a crate
at night. She never, NEVER uses this damn bed. So whenever
she does deign to get in it, we whisper for someone to
get the camera. In six years, she's used it maybe... five
times. No kidding. And as soon as we take pics or acknowledge
that she's using it? SHE GETS OUT.
Dave doesn't do the spreadsheet/envelope thing each night
after work. Sometimes once a week. So when he does, he counts
all his money out to $10 piles and this time he took pics.
I don't know...
If you notice, there's a pile of 100s, two piles of 5s, a
pile of 10s and a pile of 20s. It's like $673 I think.
Yes, please come rob us.
So when you cut a lawn, you need to go opposite of the last time
you cut it. Something about... not killing it or helping it grow
or some shit. Except there's only so many directions you can cut
a fucking odd shaped back yard, so Dave got out his old javelin,
his camping rope, and decided to get creative.
Yes, he cut in a circle. *SIGH*
Then he added our monogram! Actually, it started to rain as he
got the first few circles done, so we stopped for the day, then
the next day he went out and monogramed our yard.
So you can see the weirdness runs in the family. Or as Kiki's
icon says, "Insanity doesn't run in my family, it gallops."
Hell yes.
OK, so a couple weeks ago, at 3:45am I was JERKED awake by what
I first assumed was someone crashing into the air conditioning
unit under my bedroom window. Because it sounded loud, close and
metallic. I eventually looked out the FRONT window to find a white
SUVtrucky thing slammed into the telephone pole in front of the
house. The dipshit walked around the car, got in and drove away. By
the way? Cop lives across the street. Not only did HE not get up
to investigate (he's a K9 officer for fucks sakes, TAKE THE DOG!),
but next door Mrs. Hermann didn't hear anything either.
It. Was. Loud.
Here's the scene. You can see the tire skid marks as the dude went
from the RIGHT side of the road (I had to mark it), into the pole.
The investigating cop that showed up 10 minutes later walked across
the street and kicked three beer cans. Fucking beer.
I drew in our second car that'd be sitting in front of our house.
Oh, and the yellow Watch Children sign? Was over in the driveway on
the left. Yes, he hit it hard enough to send it crashing a good 15
feet away.
The crashing, screeching metal noise was the truck hitting the
telephone company's box here. Oh and probably the two road signs
too. But... *shudder* It was awful to get jerked awake with that
noise.
You can see he hit it so hard the fucking thing BENT around the
pole. The doors were hanging open and off their hinges, the cop
kinda put them back together. Also I marked Ed's house.
All in all, we're lucky he hit the pole. If he'd have gone straight
through the stop sign, he'd have gone into the side of mom's car.
If he'd veered less to the left than he did, he'd have gone through
our mailbox and into the front of our house. More left and the
front of Mary's house.
The best part? He lives down the street. So he KNEW THE POLE
EXISTED. Fucking beer.
By the way, those little trees in the front yard are the ones I
tore my back up for. If he'd have hit those, I probably would have
raged downstairs and outside completely naked to scream at him. My
back was out of whack for several weeks. I spent four days flat on
my back on the floor in the family room, doped up on vicadin. Don't
fuck with my trees.
Speaking of, FLOWER TIME. Because you care. I know you do.
Tulip leaves
I don't know what they are but they smell like Tahiti.
They're our neighbors.
I didn't get to photograph the azaleas before the torrential rains
killed them all. I found ONE flower still intact out of three bushes.
Speaking of rain, our next door neighbor's white/cream dogwood.
The sun was reflecting off my bedroom window and onto the tree.
We have four peony "bushes" and this is the only picture without
any fucking ants in it.
Next door neighbor's yucca bush, I think. Mom says it's a yucca.
It had spiders and ants all over it, this was the only good shot.
Jesus christ, it looks like it rains all the time here, doesn't it?
Oh wait. IT DOES.
Our daylillies at the bottom of the driveway.
I love the colors and the texture on these. The plain yellow
daylillies are so BORING.
And last, but certainly not least, fungus. Because it's so wet all
the time, AND because they used some kind of mushroom compost when
they tore up the three big evergreens in the front yard, we have
lots. In different varieties. There's tiny itty bitty villiages
that look like flowers, they're so small, we have fluted ruffled
edged ones, we have smurfy looking brown ones, etc. Here's two.
Behind our back fence, where we throw our grass clippings into the
woods (By the way, in 30 years I've never wondered what people who
DON'T have woods do with grass clippings. It never occured to me
how people without a hill and trees cut their grass!). We shoved
some of the old, decaying clippings, leaves and etc down the hill
and next time we looked, up had sprouted this enormous white thing
(it was the size of a baseball) and three ugly, smelly, brown flat things. Ugh.
And this was sprouting in a bare spot in the front yard. I believe
it's where the main tree root used to be over there. We're having
issues with old roots coming to the surface (dead) and oddly bare
spots in the grass. I got creative with my technique ;) This was
about the size of my hand. (It's dead now)
Annnnd that's all folks. Thrilling, ain't it?