George And Steve-Demolition Experts

Yep, last weekend, we got into the demolition business. Want to guess how many times I demolished a building before I met George? Exactly none lol. That's what makes our relationship so interesting. I never know what we'll do next. There's always an adventure waiting.

We got pretty dirty and we worked really hard to get it all done but we worked great as a team and the job was completed.

This was the job after we'd already done about half of it.

ALMOST done! It was So hot!

George working hard!

Walls finally came down. Just have to load it all up now

Wanna guess which gloves are mine? Yep, the REALLY dirty ones! Not because I worked harder though, they were just already dirty lol.

Luckily for me, George didn't have the camera. As it turned out, I had as much dirt on my face as I did on my gloves. We stopped at Church's to get dinner and we're pretty sure they kept putting off taking our order because they thought I was some kind of street person. Jerks! It worked out alright though. We left and went to Subway where they were happy to serve us something that was better for us anyway. Take THAT Church's!

We are going back to the auction this weekend, pray for us lol. if I get shot again afterwards, I'm going to snatch someone baldheaded

"Steve"

"Pablo" The Defective Rooster

As with anything to do with George and Steve, there's always a twist on pretty much everything. Including poultry. This time it is of course George's fault. It can't be mine because I had nothing to do with it, even if I did encourage the idea.
See....it all started when George and I first met. He likes chickens. He decided to buy a HUGE incubator and hatch eggs. He ended up with around 200 baby chicks. It may have actually even been more than that. What I know for sure is that it was a whole lot of chickens. I admit I thought that raising chicks was a good idea. I admit to being partial to the red ones and the black ones. I admit that I intended to have a chicken coop built and take the black ones home with me....eventually. I even admit I never quite got around to building said chicken coop. Everything else is George's fault.

He eventually sold/gave away/almost begged people to take all the chicks except some black ones and some red ones. He kept a few of the prettier roosters to see which would be the best to keep. Unfortunately they ended up being "pretty boy roosters". You know the kind.....all fluff and no brains. Yep, they all irritated the crap out of George and ended up in new homes. I was fine with that because I don't like roosters anyway.

Well then things got a little embarrassing around the hen house. With no "man" around the girls got a little frisky with each other and well.....people could like drive by and see this. We couldn't have people thinking the "girlie's" had issues. This is a small town after all and people talk! So, George got them a boyfriend.

Now before I say anything else, In George's defense, he was told that this dumb ass rooster was 11 months old. We are pretty sure that if he's 11 months old it's a frickin miracle he's lived this long because Pablo isn't much good for anything but a pot of dumplins. He makes the other roosters look like Einsteins!

Anyway, why am I so sure Pablo is an idiot? Well, the other day we were standing in the yard and George was pressure washing something. Shortly before this he saw a chicken hawk and scared it off. Pablo never knew it was there! So while George was busy, I was watching the sky for predators who might try to have themselves some Mcnuggets. I didn't see any Chicken hawks but I did spy a couple of huge buzzards flying overhead. I knew the girlie's were safe so I wasn't worried but what I saw next  had me pretty hot under the collar. Mr. Thinkshesabadass himself had spotted the buzzards and he dove under a table for safety! He didn't warn the girls. He didn't sound an alarm to let them know of possible danger like he's SUPPOSED to! Oh no,  he didn't make a sound except that of a big ole wuss diving for cover. I thought at first that maybe it was a fluke. I wanted to give the big girlypants the benefit of the doubt but then he did it AGAIN! He didn't care if the hens were in danger so long as HE wasn't!

Prior to this incident George was ready to get rid of Pablo and I tried to talk him out of it. I thought for sure Pablo would get smarter and be a good guy. PUH-lease! George knows his chicken stuff and I shoulda listened. Thank goodness George isn't letting the girls sit on eggs. Can you imagine how dumb some of them might turn out with Pablo as the father??? I'm just sayin....


On top of all this, I'm pretty sure he killed Willamina by sexing her to death and no I'm not kidding. Stop laughing! She was already sick but seemed to be finally getting better and he mounted her at least 3 times in less than an hour that we know of. This was before he decided to dive under the table and show he's a bigger chicken than the hens. THEY weren't afraid of no buzzard! Anyway, gawd only knows what kind of orgy he had after they were all put up for the night! He had to salvage his masculinity somehow!

So now I'm on an Anti-Pablo campaign. I think he belongs in a stew pot for potentially leaving the girls in harms way, murdering Willamina and not spotting a chicken hawk that was in PLAIN SIGHT. George seems to be rethinking the situation to possibly give Pablo a chance to grow up. I don't know for sure who will win, but I know for sure I'll get revenge for Willamina one way or another, even if it means I have to find a way to "accidentally" throw a rock at his head.

Ok, ok, I won't really hurt him.............but I can't promise I won't walk by the pen every now and then and tell him he's got a teeny hoohaw and all the other roosters laugh at him.

"Steve"

George and Steve Plant A Garden

Well, it's that time of year. Actually it was that time of year about a month ago, but as you've probably figured out, George and I don't do much of anything like everyone else does. That'd be boring and lets face it.........we're anything but boring.

So anyway, I was going to just post pics of the garden but I decided thatsince I took way too many pictures that maybe i'd better find a better way to post them from start to finish. Hopefully this works.

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So there you are, our very first garden together. I just know it's going to be as awesome as we are!

Disclaimer-George didn't really throw Rusty over needing more room, he just got tired of having to fix Rusty and getting gas on his hands lol.

"Steve"

George And Steve Get Rich!

Okay, well maybe not rich exactly just yet, but we're closer to it than we were last week. I call that progress. You call it whatever you want.

Those beautiful planters we made........uh huh, you know you want one.....or 12. Well we are selling them pretty fast now. Even got an order for 4 of them today. Yayyyyyy Us!

I also came up with some great designs today to make them even prettier so I can't wait to get started on that tomorrow. Soon, ya'll will all be able to say you knew us when! ;)

"Steve"

On the upside...

The pear tree's are in bloom. These tree's only make those hard pears that are basically good for batting practice and/or throwing at kids who shoot you but the blooms are beautiful.

I also managed to capture this little guy, though he sure doesn't look like he appreciated it much.

"Steve"

"Steve" Is Starting To Get A Complex

2 weeks ago, George and I went to an auction to buy and sell some stuff. It's a place we've been a few times and it's a place I wish we could replace. The owners are just so rude! They might be really nice people deep down.......REALLY deep down, but mostly they just seem like jerks. It never ceases to amaze me either that the Auctioneer, who is also the owner, will sit there and try to get bids forever on something he or one of his friends own but if it's someone else he doesn't know he barely takes a full minute to let people bid. There have been a couple times that I wanted to snatch him up by the few hairs he still has and teach him some manners but George probably wouldn't appreciate the attention much and lets face it, I wouldn't make a good prison bitch. Better to just let the old man get away with it for now.

Anyway, we got home after dealing with those people and as we were pulling into the driveway, I noticed 2 things. First, someone else was pulling into the driveway behind us. Second, There were some people just over to the side of George's property line going into the woods. I mentioned the second issue, but George was focused on the first and didn't really hear me. So we get out of the truck and the man who had pulled up behind us said that he'd heard George had a tiller for sale. They started talking about it and I stood there listening. What do I know about tillers?

Actually I was really standing there wishing the guy would leave because we had picked up a pizza on the way home and I was starving! While I was standing there dreaming about dipping my pizza in Buffalo Ranch sauce I heard something hit my jacket.  It was then that several things happened. First, before I realized I'd been shot, the guy who was talking about the tiller realized I'd been shot and he ducked behind George's truck. THEN he said " Did you just get shot?". I indicated i thought I had and then the guy instructed his son to get out of the way as well. While that happened George was also realizing that I'd been shot at and that someone was in the woods shooting next to the property line. At the same time he was already headed over there and telling me to call the police.

I went to the house real quick to get the phone and carried it out with me. George had already cornered 2 of the little twerps and they looked pretty scared. They should be too. George is no little guy! I don't know what he was saying to them, but by this point I was pretty hot myself. I'd been SHOT! Hello??? It doesn't matter that it was a BB gun. Did I mention that before? Yeah it was a BB gun, but those can be as deadly as anything else, especially in the hands of twerps. So I yelled at them and I'm fairly certain they didn't hear a lot of what I actually said, but they probably think they shot a crazy woman and if nothing else that will make them hunt elsewhere from now on. Whatever works right?

George did end up calling the police because after we let the twerps go, he saw that a window had been shot 3 times in the house. Needless to say this pretty much ruined the night. We didn't see them do it and we didn't know who they were so the cops couldn't do anything except take a report and promise to patrol more often.

Now, Fast forward another week. We went to the flea market to sell some stuff and just as we were about to start packing up to leave I start hearing this "pew, pew pewwwwwwww, pew pew pewwwwwwwwww" sound. I look up to see what it is and there's this little Hispanic kid. He's standing in the back of a trailer, this look in his eyes like " you going down gringo" and he's pointing his little space laser gun at ME, just blasting away.

I'm starting to think I should either buy a bullet proof vest or buy my own space laser gun and shoot back!

"Steve"

George and Steve Get Crafty

Not long ago I got an email from a fellow Freecycle member about a way to use old tires. I mentioned it to George because he had a whole bunch he was trying to do something with and I thought it was a great idea. Well, we decided not to make Tater Towers since neither of us really eat a lot of potatoes and it didn't seem like something we could market. George came up with something better though. Apparently when George was a little demon kid, his Mom had some planters that were made from tires. When he first told me about them I have to admit I had my doubts. I looked them up online to see if I could find pics and what I saw were almost as ugly as I had pictured in my mind.

I have faith in George though and I waited to see what they would end up looking like before making my mind up completely. The next day I got an email from George. He'd made one and painted it and everything. That really excited me. it was so much more beautiful than I had ever thought it could be. We've made several now and we've come up with some really interesting color combinations. Tires have never been prettier! Anything can be planted in them and they are virtually indestructible so they are well worth making or buying. trust me, after watching george wrestle with them, i suggest you just buy them if you can, it's far FAR easier and  much less chance of giving yourself a heart attack!

"Steve"