Joe seems to have met his demise in a more peaceful fashion than the B'ton Bomber:
This is the face of a man who went down fighting. Or doing other things we shouldn't mention on a family-friendly blog.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Return of Still Life of Disturbing Junk!
With the tree out of the way and the ground ripped up, new disturbing artifacts from previous residents of 517 came to light. Remember what we thought was Ken but turned out to be GI Joe from under the front porch? We found his burlier cousin who went the way of the professional wrestling along with a gigantic plastic firearm in the backyard:
Joe seems to have met his demise in a more peaceful fashion than the B'ton Bomber:
This is the face of a man who went down fighting. Or doing other things we shouldn't mention on a family-friendly blog.
Joe seems to have met his demise in a more peaceful fashion than the B'ton Bomber:This is the face of a man who went down fighting. Or doing other things we shouldn't mention on a family-friendly blog.
Like that tree from Avatar only smaller, dingier and filled with ants...
Woody and I finally saw Avatar last weekend. How appropriate to see a film entirely about a rotted out tree when we too had one in our backyard. Once again, James Cameron has tapped into the very essence of our being... Thank you, King of the World, for validating us.
We knew the tree outside the back bedroom had problems when Brian chopped off a limb only to be met with a swarm of carpenter ants:
Here's a closer view of the deathly hollows of our tree:
Yeah, not so much with the luminescent blue-skinned people. More with the gaping maw full of carpenter ants.
We had the tree pulled down on the cheap and took out neighbor Steve's fence, our wheelbarrow, Woody's custom made sawhorses and some new landscaping in the process. So much for saving some dough. It sat in our yard for while we worked hard, went to BBQ competitions and sundry dry academic conferences, but we have been whittling away at it for a couple of weekends now. It has been reduced to this:
It turned out that it was not a little rotten, it was a LOT rotten. Like, if the Avatar folks were Smurf-sized they could have seriously lived in there. Comfortably.
We generated a HUGE pile of sticks, which the city thankfully took away. Here is a smaller pile and the giant firewood pile that resulted:
(This is not near our house or anyone else's house, so no worries about termites.)
We are turning the very hollow stump into a planter. We'll probably later sublet it to little Navi if we're hard up for cash.
We knew the tree outside the back bedroom had problems when Brian chopped off a limb only to be met with a swarm of carpenter ants:
Here's a closer view of the deathly hollows of our tree:
Yeah, not so much with the luminescent blue-skinned people. More with the gaping maw full of carpenter ants.
We had the tree pulled down on the cheap and took out neighbor Steve's fence, our wheelbarrow, Woody's custom made sawhorses and some new landscaping in the process. So much for saving some dough. It sat in our yard for while we worked hard, went to BBQ competitions and sundry dry academic conferences, but we have been whittling away at it for a couple of weekends now. It has been reduced to this:
It turned out that it was not a little rotten, it was a LOT rotten. Like, if the Avatar folks were Smurf-sized they could have seriously lived in there. Comfortably.
We generated a HUGE pile of sticks, which the city thankfully took away. Here is a smaller pile and the giant firewood pile that resulted:
(This is not near our house or anyone else's house, so no worries about termites.)We are turning the very hollow stump into a planter. We'll probably later sublet it to little Navi if we're hard up for cash.
The muscles from Brussels
It's been a while since we've posted. We've either:
A. Been working hard and too exhausted at night to write
B. Been goofing off and not accomplishing anything
Take your pick.
While we've either been:
A. Been working hard and too exhausted at night to write
B. Been goofing off and not accomplishing anything
Madison has kept up her strict regimen of begging for food, whining to be pet and laying about aimlessly. She managed to shoehorn in some time to pose with a dish fixed for her by her in-house chefs: brussel sprouts with a side of floor dirt.
It kind of looks like a vegetarian version of that scene from Pulp Fiction. Or it's cute. Take your pick.
A. Been working hard and too exhausted at night to write
B. Been goofing off and not accomplishing anything
Take your pick.
While we've either been:
A. Been working hard and too exhausted at night to write
B. Been goofing off and not accomplishing anything
Madison has kept up her strict regimen of begging for food, whining to be pet and laying about aimlessly. She managed to shoehorn in some time to pose with a dish fixed for her by her in-house chefs: brussel sprouts with a side of floor dirt.
It kind of looks like a vegetarian version of that scene from Pulp Fiction. Or it's cute. Take your pick.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Now we just need one of those rolling ladders...
Kenneth came by this morning and was miraculously able to move after one of Woody's famous biscuits, sausage gravy, grits and eggs breakfasts. While I rubbed my belly on the couch or waddled around and asked if "anyone needed anything to drink," Woody and Kenneth moved our new bookcases upstairs! Kenneth built us a full set of custom bookcases for Xmas, they are beautiful and make our office look so...scholarly:
Another set (currently living in the man cave area) will go on the wall opposite. These are specially built to accommodate Woody's collection of vinyl (records, not clothing). After some painting, the books go in!
Another set (currently living in the man cave area) will go on the wall opposite. These are specially built to accommodate Woody's collection of vinyl (records, not clothing). After some painting, the books go in!
The Life Aquatic at 517
Woody's 75-gallon fish tank has been home to a veritable menagerie of exotic things -- in its first incarnation it held his high school letter jacket (sigh...to be the type of person who enjoys Grease references...if you do, maybe get away from our blog), a moldering fedora and 3 inches (or more) of blown-in insulation, in its second incarnation for our rehearsal dinner it held this:
Yes, those are figures from:
Finally, the 75-gallon's gypsy existence has come to a happy end. And all our strapping (and less strapping) friends could not be happier, as she bestowed hernias on anyone foolhardy enough to try to help Woody push/pull/lift/shove her.
A few days ago Woody filled her up with the teeming water of B'ton and got our fish palace started. I tried to persuade him to make it a lobster tank like at the food store but, once again, I was shot down. Instead, we chose the most exotic of sea life...gold fish:
At 13 cents a piece, we bought a Sea Monkey colony's worth:
They seem like happy enough little guys. We've only had one go down the long watery swish into the light.
Yes, those are figures from:
- Doom
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
- random reptilia/puppies
Finally, the 75-gallon's gypsy existence has come to a happy end. And all our strapping (and less strapping) friends could not be happier, as she bestowed hernias on anyone foolhardy enough to try to help Woody push/pull/lift/shove her.
A few days ago Woody filled her up with the teeming water of B'ton and got our fish palace started. I tried to persuade him to make it a lobster tank like at the food store but, once again, I was shot down. Instead, we chose the most exotic of sea life...gold fish:
At 13 cents a piece, we bought a Sea Monkey colony's worth:
They seem like happy enough little guys. We've only had one go down the long watery swish into the light.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Morning light at 517
This morning we awoke to a strange yellow square on the wall. It kind of pulsated and we briefly wondered whether Steve Guttenberg and Wilford Brimley would pop up in our bedroom (a fantasy we've had before):
No glowing "Cocoon" aliens and (sadly) no romping with S.G. and W.B. but we comforted ourselves with the realization that the undulating yellow square was...sun! Glory be sun! For the past two weeks, we've awoken to the pitter patter of raindrops and, while it continues to be novel that these rain drops are not landing on our dining room floor, it was getting kind of old. And soggy.
This morning the sun streamed in the kitchen and dining room windows and smacked me in the face as I was eating my oatmeal. Just like old times. It even made our sinister-looking collection of knives look cuddly:
And our giant cutlery looked like it had been through a dishwasher the size of a box car:
Our veggie head prints would have blinked. If they had eyes.
No glowing "Cocoon" aliens and (sadly) no romping with S.G. and W.B. but we comforted ourselves with the realization that the undulating yellow square was...sun! Glory be sun! For the past two weeks, we've awoken to the pitter patter of raindrops and, while it continues to be novel that these rain drops are not landing on our dining room floor, it was getting kind of old. And soggy.This morning the sun streamed in the kitchen and dining room windows and smacked me in the face as I was eating my oatmeal. Just like old times. It even made our sinister-looking collection of knives look cuddly:
And our giant cutlery looked like it had been through a dishwasher the size of a box car:
Our veggie head prints would have blinked. If they had eyes.
Hardy har har
With the temperatures dropping (For you who don't live in SC, yes the temps do drop. It's not all balmy weather and banjos here.), we started putting in hardier veggies like broccoli, brussell sprouts and Swiss chard. In other words, all vegetables that will make you very sad to be stuck inside after dinner...
Our beets and radishes are thriving after the 2 weeks of San Francisco-like all day rain and gloom:
Nearly all of the bushes we bought are put in and I am sure that they will blossom into a lovely homogeneous tasteful privacy barrier in, oh, two weeks:
Our beets and radishes are thriving after the 2 weeks of San Francisco-like all day rain and gloom:
Nearly all of the bushes we bought are put in and I am sure that they will blossom into a lovely homogeneous tasteful privacy barrier in, oh, two weeks:
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