from our back yard facing toward's Glenda's back yard
i know, i haven’t updated. it’s because of a horrible incident with the bathroom floor that made me throw down my tools and give up my want for home renovations or anything home improvement related for a good long while or else i would of hunted down the previous owners and shot them in the face in a blaze of questions closing sounding like “HOW COULD YOU!?!?” in a shrill voice with wild hair and in jogging pants covered in plaster and paint.
to top it off we have had so much problem with the bank, even after we’ve already signed everything and we thought “that was that! now we just make monthly payments!” but no…
let me just say, don’t ever get a mortgage with BB&T. i’ll just outright say that. do NOT. heck, just don’t bank with them. i did before we got the mortgage and got screwed over, but i though that maybe the bigger business side of them would be more reasonable, responsible and mature. nope, it’s worse.
so, instead i put the tools down and walked away from anything having to do home improvement for awhile. also, finally landing a job helped with that immensely! it’s amazing how much time a job takes away from swearing at previous owners of a run down home.
the previous owners… [shakes head] i swear.
steel rod and the goblin walk with Noir
since tossing down the tools INSIDE, i’ve been working on the outside. trying to get a garden together and wrangle the rose bushes they left behind. let me say… my anger for the previous owners goes from INSANE to OH MY GOD, HOW COULD YOU!?!? but seeing as i am outside doing work, when i kick things, they aren’t of a monetary value unless i break my foot.
things i’ve found in my yard (this is just a small list mind you, a long list would scare the ever living shit out of you):
- two lawnmower batteries buried right underneath the surface, so if you mowed the lawn right over them…
- boards with nails in them underneath layers of hay
- broken glass in the garden beds
- car speakers
- a screen door
- condoms
- 2 and a half foot long nail with chain
- shampoo bottles
the list goes on and on. remember, i don’t live in a ghetto. i live in a very quiet and very nice neighborhood. Glenda, my neighbor, said there was constant yelling and fighting at this house. so much anger in the walls and when they left, at the walls.
it’s been a lot of fixing up and cleaning. the pile from things i found in the yard is up to my hip and about 4 feet wide and i still have so much more to do! but since steven and i never have the same days off, i do it all by myself and it’s tough work in 90 degree weather but so rewarding.
tomorrow i will tell you about the horror of the bathroom floors. today, just enjoy the photos of the yard at sunset.
noir in the setting sun
the feild next to us
last rays of light
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