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Busy Bees

Life with the Prouds will be on hiatus for a few weeks as we tackle a big work project. We're very sorry for the time-out but we must keep a roof over our heads and Proud Projects has won a bid for a project that is on a tight deadline.

We'll be back to blogging again in Mid-May. Please come back to visit us then for lots of updates!

You Know It's Really Bad When...

nobody wants your free monkey.

On the Way to Blockbuster

I'm driving to Blockbuster last night to pick up some movies and I see a sign taped to a light pole at one of the busier intersections on my route.

It's hand-lettered with black sharpie on yellow neon poster board. The kind you buy at Walgreens.

FREE MONKEY

well-behaved

386-XXX-XXXX

I wonder if anyone called?

The Poop House

This is spray painted on the curb outside our house:


Nice composition. Nice lettering. Clearly painted with time and care and some time ago based on the fading. Definitely before our tenure here.

The previous owners were a lovely, older couple. I can't imagine what they could have done to enrage the other, elderly population of our neighborhood enough to cause them to tag the house with "Poop". All guesses are welcome.

You are now warned...if you come visit, you are visiting the Poop House of Sand Dollar Drive.

It's NOT a Dumpster!

So did you ever wonder where all that "dirt" that is really sand goes when you dig a moat around your house. Or, correction, when Gary, my step-brother digs a moat around your house?

It goes in a dumpster. Which is not actually called a dumpster. It's called a ROLL-OFF. I know this now after calling and calling to try and rent one and repeatedly asking for the wrong thing.


This is the beast that lived in our driveway for 60 days while Gary patiently filled it with dirt, tree stumps, old concrete, and who knows what else. Clive had fun ripping out an ancient and rusty air conditioner from our Florida room and heaved that over the side. This thing provided hours of fun for us and 60 days of dirty looks from the neighborhood driving by. Of course this was after they all realized that we weren't doing major construction on the house and were just filling it with dirt.

Yep! In the land of meticulous lawns and retirement, we're the Clampetts. Yee Haw, Paw!