You saw what? Pulling what?

Hello again gentle readers.  Well, warm weather season is upon my community which means the odds of me having contact with one of my neighbors is greater.  I wish I could post what I actually saw today, but you'll have to take my word for it. 

This:

Pulling this:

Note: The above items are new. Just know neither item in my neighbors possession was in, let's say, immaculate condition. 

Moon over Parma

I saw this on Facebook and had to record it here in my Blog.  I'm not the only one disagreeing with neighbors.  And while my own stories are very entertaining, I like to throw some other feuds in the mix.  

Not just a lawn ornament- a way of life

Snow Mower

How much snow could a mower mow if a mower could mow snow?

(Yes, that's a lawn mower in the front of my neighbors house. He had it running earlier.  Who knows why, but there it sits.)

My new mission

I'll be buying as many lights as I can after the holidays.  Operation Easter lights is in effect.  Revenge never sounded so sweet

Unlucky Number Three

I am rarely home.  And when I am, I am usually studying or sleeping or procrastinating doing both by watching TV.  Anyway, on a very rare occasion, I was home before sunset.  I decided to read a little outside with the ultimate goal of dozing off. 
As I meander outside to my lawn chair oasis, I notice my neighbor resting in his backyard.  He can plainly see me getting my chair all set up.
After I get all settled, I of course decide that I'm thirsty.  This is literally minutes into my relaxation attempt. (emphasis on attempt placed by author) I struggle up and walk to the garage.  Out the garage window, I see my neighbor gassing up his lawn mower.
Oh no he didn't.  
1. He just mowed his lawn last Thursday. 
2. As I have recently learned from the county conservationist, grass cannot grow when it is above a certain temperature. 
3.  It has been consistently above that temperature since he mowed last Thursday.

Besides, last Thursday I was chillaxin' and he started up his lawn mower.  Just to clarify.  I was out before he started the mower.
And seemingly just days before that (very recent yet the exact day escapes me) he mowed his lawn also during my enjoyment attempt of my yard.

So, as I lay there last night, listening to the hum of my neighbor mowing his postage stamp over and over again, I began to see spots.  The spots could have been caused by glaring into the sun, but I think it was mostly my blood boiling.
 The saying "Trick me once, shame on you.  Trick me twice, shame on me" came to mind.
Altered of course.
Mow your lawn once, shame on me.  Mow your lawn twice, I'm suspicious.  Mow your lawn three times after I watch you watch me lay out then I watch you fill up your tank to mow your lawn at 7:30 at night AFTER I talked with witnesses that put you home all day (breathe) makes you a putz.

 Now I am on the hunt for Lawrence Welk tapes.  And a tape player equipped w/ a repeat option. 

Ghost Neighbors in the sky

I am an Angry Neighbor.

Fog and smog should not be confused and are easily separated by color.

I woke up this morning to a dense fog. 

I could not see the neighbors' houses. 

           :)


* Quote by Chuck Jones

Revenge of the Lawn Mower

Gentle readers, I am home in the evening literally one night a week.  I am either in class or running errands.  On the rare occasion I am home, I am slaving away at my computer or playing Angry Birds, I mean reading.  Tonight, while I had all the above to do (sans class) I decided to take my reading outside.  I wanted to enjoy this lovely spring evening as apparently did the rest of my neighbors.  While reading my exciting book, I was overcome with drowsiness and closed my eyes to combat this symptom. 

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARAARRRRRR!!!! (the sound of weed wacker)

The Hillbilly neighbors (the origination of this lovely bunch is another post I am slowly working on)  have decided to do their yard work during my nap.  Now- even as I read this I realized most of my audience will be saying that I am whining and so what if they are mowing their lawn.  Now hear this.  They are unemployed.  They literally have All. Day. to do yard work.  Even if the adult male doesn't want to, he has two teenage/college age slaves, er, I mean sons to do this work during the day. 

I digress.  As the hillbilly adult male puffed away on his cigarette and pushed his little red lawn mower over his postage stamp, I heard a loud THUNK.  I must admit, at first I was angry at this obnoxious sound.  I can tune sounds out but the interrrupted hum of the mower was quite annoying. 
But after the start of the lawn mower followed by another CLUNK, I smiled w/ glee.  Now fully awake, I laughed to myself as the neighbor tried (unsuccessfully) to remedy the continuous CLUNK. 

Oh, gentle readers, that is not the revenge.  I plan on mowing MY lawn this Saturday night.  Or perhaps Friday night after class?  Hope no one plans on enjoying their backyards. Perhaps I should supplement my mowing with the tunes of a talented artist.  Ludacris comes to mind.  Any suggestions?