Jun 09

To make a long story short, our direct neighbors (meaning right beside our home and not a few homes down or anything) are somewhat redneck I would have to say.  When we first moved here, we had no idea of such activity.  But it didn’t take us long to find out… their yard eventually turned to dirt, with random trash in it, and instead of taking huge pieces of garbage and trying to fit them in the dumpsters in the alley or take them directly to the landfill, they just throw them in the alley, where they have sat…. forever.  Because of this, it drove us to put up a nice new vinyl fence on that side of our yard, so we can’t see anything over yonder and it has worked decently well, besides from the random noises and such.  We also did this because it so happens the neighbors two houses down in the same direction were even worse.

In any case, though there’s been some annoyances and whatnot every now and then, nothing too serious, until last night…  The people’s sons and sons’ friends decided to find a bunch of wood palettes and just other various piece of wood and began building kind of a like a large cage made of that wood in their backyard.  Once that was done, they started bringing in old nasty dirty mattresses which I can only assume came from the dump and started ripping them open, taking out the “foam” and putting the foam into the cage.  Can you guess what they were building yet?  That’s right ladies and gentlemen, a frickin Homemade Redneck Foam Pit!  I had to ask to confirm what they were doing so yes I know it’s true.

Now, why would they do this, and in such a small yard?  Well, though I thought I heard them correctly, I don’t know how true it is as I just don’t see how it’s feasible, but the “boys” wish to jump their bikes (like dirt bikes) into the pit…  that’s it.  So they have a tiny yard with a crappy chainlink fence in the back and a small shed with the alley directly behind that.  They have their foam pit somewhat closer to the back than the front.  And somehow, whether they get courageous enough to jump off the roof of their house or not, they will jump with their bikes so they themselves can land in the stinky, dirty, just plain nasty old mattress foam pit while their bikes go… with them? Outside and ram into the shed?  Outside and hit the neighbors fence in the alley?  Who the hell knows.

I just cannot fathom the stupidity here so I will not make any more comments as it’s just too easy, and dumb.  Please, anyone, tell me your stories if you have a redneck neighbor yourself.  It’s always a pleasure.  :)  Also, I’ll try to post some pictures later on, just for kicks.

Please note, I have nothing against “rednecks” or my neighbors (the actual people) in general.  They are nice enough and seem somewhat normal, but actions speak louder than words in some cases.  So when the time comes, I have to make fun.

Jun 03

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Jun 02

This is in a reply to one of my original posts: http://blog.littlbuger.info/2007/10/22/ahh-the-intimate-vasectomy/

Well, for anyone who cares, I wanted to follow up on this as I should have long ago.

After about 3 months time, I had the fun chance of sending in my first ’sample’.  For those of you who don’t know, this meant that my wife and kids had to all get ready to leave, then my wife went and helped me do a ‘quickie’ so I could ‘go in a cup’.  Then we had to seal the cup, rush it to the doctor’s within a certain alloted time, and then hope for the best.  This wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have kids, or was single, or something, but it’s a little embarrassing when you need to make sure you entire family is ‘ready’ for your “spooge test”, as I call it.  So we do this, get to the hospital, and I have my wife (yes my wife, not me) take the sample in.  She comes back and said she brought it to the correct people.  They asked what kind of sample it was.  She said “the ’special’ kind…”…

In any case, the results probably took about a week to get back to us in the mail.  From what I could read on the results paper, I was in the clear.  And to confirm this, with a nice little hand-written reply, my doctor, the one that did the ’surgery’ wrote his fantastic comment, “Congratulations, we cut the right cords!  :-)”  Ahh yes, exactly what I wanted to hear.  I laughed and cried at the same time.

I have yet to go in for my 2nd official test (though I still have the pre-labeled cup ready to go).  My wife hasn’t gotten pregnant yet, so I’m assuming that means I’m good.  And we’ve had plenty of times for something to happen.  So that ladies and gentlemen, completes this story.  I hope you enjoyed it.  :)

P.S.  From comments I’ve gotten on this and those who are now skeptical about actually going through with this yourself, please disregard what I said, to an extent.  Yes, it’s 100% true, but you need to look at it in a different way.  Just keep thinking, “Anytime, anywhere, without any protection, without any worries…” and you’ll understand why it’s worth it.  ;)