Insanity has its rewards

These pictures are more for my use than for your amusement. You see, we have these neighbors across the street (we refer to them as the rednecks our next door neighbors call them the Tennessee-ans) ((I have no idea how I should spell that)). ← (((like the way I did that?!)))

Anyway, this family usually has five or six cars parked out front - at night their cars line the street because their driveway is full of crap. They are at work right now, so I had a chance to snap a couple pictures. Last year, they had a car parked in their back yard for 9 months.

Over the winter, they bought a snowplow. (they have a gravel driveway and the cars in it haven't moved in a coon's age) ((what exactly is a coon's age?)) ← (((again))). They did help out their idiot neighbor (green bin and blue box next door to them). The guy dragged all the snow out of his driveway and left it in a pile on the road. Not sure why - this guy never parks in his driveway either. It's an obstacle course trying to get home as it's a narrow street and these clowns refuse to park in their driveways.

Anyway. Snow season is over. As you can see from the second pic, it looks as though they plan to store the blade on their front grass with the pile of extra car parts that have already been sitting there for over a year. The latest addition to the lawn is the boat and trailer. It arrived last week. Why can't they just buy garden gnomes?

So again, the purpose of these pictures is to see how long before any of these items disappear. Note - it is March 27. The boat arrived March 19. The snowplow blade has been on the grass since early February. The car parts have been there for a little over a year if my memory serves me well.

** I have decided to remove the pictures out of respect for the family's loss - you never know who might trip over this blog - and knowing my luck, it would be someone who knows them **

Now, on to bigger and better things.

I stopped by to see my stalker after work as I bought her some "bitch bullets" because, while we were yapping on IM, she said that she was dying with severe cramps. (aren't you glad I posted that?)

SO, since I was in the area anyway, I popped into Holland Park Garden because they have Mexican Jumping Beans for sale. I hadn't seen these in years and I was just talking about them with a friend's son, who had never heard of them. So I bought 3 boxes - one for Ian, one for Cole and one for Brett.

Hold tight.. I know this is boring, but I'm telling you, it's about to get interesting. You will have the opportunity to see just how this brain of mine works.

FIRST - I caught myself driving like I was delivering an assembled, six tiered wedding cake. Slowing down for corners, driving the speed limit, and leaving a larger "cushion" than I normally would (who am I kidding - I tailgate until the idiot in front of me switches lanes to get me off his ass). All this for three little boxes of Mexican Jumping Beans.

SECOND - Lost in thought while driving (I was thinking about whether or not I could ever have sex with Deb... and I hate to disappoint you Deb, but I decided that it would be unlikely - unless of course, it was on your bucket list!) I sure hope no one else is reading this blog. Bah - I'm sure they would have given up on it by now... I digress.

SECOND (again) - I thought I was driving with my indicator on. I didn't see the blinking arrows on my dash so I immediately thought a bulb had burnt out. So, in an attempt to turn my indicator off, I turned it on because the noise was actually the beans jumping around.

THIRD - I pondered. Deep, meaningful thoughts. I was wondering what made the beans start up all of a sudden? Was it the music? At the time I noticed their movement, I was listening to Island in the Sun by Weezer. I flipped to the radio and Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen was playing. Not sure if they stopped jumping or if I just didn't hear them anymore as I turned the volume up. So, I never did figure out the answer. Besides, I got distracted by some dick that somehow managed to get in front of me going 20km/h slower than I was.

FOURTH - once Dick moved over to get me off his ass, I started to pay attention to the beans again. Instead of wondering if it was the music that was causing them to jump, I started wondering that, if they were jumping because of the music, what did the jumping mean? Was it an indication that they liked the music - or disliked it? I decided it meant they liked it. Thought of my kids in the back seat head banging whenever AC/DC was playing. Envisioned little larva head bangers - sporting bandannas, body piercings and tattoos.

Finally I got home. I had every intention of going down to do some laundry and to drag the vacuum around, but then I realized I had the opportunity to take pictures of the junk yard across the street and got sidetracked. I am going to end this and go do something productive. The boys will be home in a half hour and I'm taking them to get haircuts when they arrive. So, there you have it. I tell you, if I wasn't insane, I'd be very bored.