Hoosier Dad

October 13, 2008

Weekender Wrapper

Filed under: Junior,This Old House,Wife — molokopluss @ 7:18 pm
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Per my inquisitive neighbor, the folks who came to look at our house on Thursday drove up, look one look, and drove off.    Hearing that did wonders for our hopes and dreams of getting rid of the pit once and for all,  LET ME TELL YA!!!

First of all, do they not realize how big of a pain in the ass it is to clear out of your house with an hours notice?  Wife and I were both at work, and we literally had 15 minutes at home before they were scheduled to walk through.   I find that a bit disrespectful, and if I knew them I would yank them back by their head and deliver a throat punch or two.

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So anyways, the folks two houses down the street were in rare form Saturday AM.   2:45am, to be exact.   I was sleeping peacefully when I hear a damn domestic disturbance.   Two guys yelling back and forth in their methneck slang 30 feet from our bedroom window.  

Guy 1:   “Come on ya damn faggitt!!!”

Guy 2:  “Come on pussy!    FUCK YOU!”

Guy 1: “I ain’t scared of you!”

Guy 2: “Get back here, where you goin’?”

Guy 1:  “BRING IT!   I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FAGGIIITTTT!”

Ding, ding, ding.      This was enough for Wife to grab the phone and call the cops.   I venture to the front door to get a closer look.  By this time, Guy 1 had charged and grabbed his opponent by the shirt.  Guy 2 is swinging wildly in the glow of the street light, maybe connecting once or twice.  MAYBE.    They were both visible stumbling around and were definitely under the influence of something.   After this brief scrum I think they took a beer break. 

Seriously.  

After about a minute they both swagger back out into the street for round 2.  This time Miss Meth, who actually lives in the house two down, is out to try and break it up.   

Oh, and still no police.  NICE. 

They have another round of “Fagggooot!” and “PUSSY!” and the fight resumes.   Another brief melee.   This time, it ends with Guy 2 throwing two kids in his beat up Olds 88 and driving off.  

The End.    

The cops did show up but too late to break them up.  Guy 1, Miss Meth and her other kids, who came out as the second skirmish was wrapping up, had gone back inside shortly after the getaway.  

I (heart) my neighborhood.

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After Wife gave birth to Junior 4.5 months ago we were looking forward to getting back into the swing of our normal regimen of sexual activity.   We were a 4 times a week couple before she got preggers.  We ha d a very healthy physical relationship.    7 years of marriage and we still dug it…  a lot.  

Post-preggers and post-healing we have been trying to get back into it, but pregnancy really laid waste to her body, more so that other post pregger folks I have had the pleasure of having carnal knowledge of in the past.  

Stretch marks.   Her stomach looks like it has a weird dark Van Gogh painting of flames on it.  The sides of her stomach sag, badly.    

The Zone.   Somehow, the doctor actually TIGHTENED her.   I always thought it would be different, but not in that way.  It is downright painful sometimes for her because of the stretching, and prohibits us from enjoying our favorite positions.  IT SUCKS, and it makes her very hesitant to jump my needy bones. 

Anyways, this weekend we said screw it, we are not going to let this probit us.    I told her maybe all we need to do is stretch that area out again, and I had the perfect plan.   Needless to say we had fun, and seemed to almost be back to our old selves in the sack. 

EUREKA! 

 

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October 10, 2008

This Old House

Filed under: Junior,This Old House,Wife — molokopluss @ 2:09 pm
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The Wife and I are in the process of selling our house.   With the arrival of Junior we have found our 1000 sq/ft house a bit cramped.   It has the feel of a prarie dog village.. crawling from cramped room to cramped room over the ever growing mountains of baby implements.   This house was fine for the two of us, but now we need to expand and to do so we need more space.   

Our house has been on the market now for about a month and NOT ONE PERSON HAS BEEN TO SEE IT.   We blame it on the economy and the general panic regarding anything to do with real estate or loans.  We did price is about 2% higher than market value so when we sell we can do so right at market.     

We are suffering from the financial down turn, that is for sure. 

Normally, houses in our neighborhood sell in a few months, tops.  Sometimes the sign never make it up in the front yard.    So, the fact that we haven’t had one bite yet is telling if not worrisome.

Another possible factor?   Rednecks and urban trash.   Our neighborhood has went to shit lately.   When we moved in abck in 2002 it was an older established neighborhood filled with elderly and retired folks.   Quiet street with well maintained lawns.  As these orignal owners moved, a younger crowd moved in.    By young I do not mean the hip young crowd (which we are part of, of course) but the redneck park-the-truck-in-the-front-yard crew.    The type that actually DO tell their kids to go play in the street until dark.   

Anyways, last night we had our first nibble.   The Wife ran home and got the place presentable before they came.   I made it home about 20 minutes before the realtor was to arrive and show it.   While the Wife was nursing Junior I made a quick swoop down the street to get most of the junk out of sight.   I’ll be damned if the first thing people see is a junky ass neighborhood!

We made it out and went to the grocery for an hour and grabbed dinner.   We sat eating our nachos and burritos staring at each other, wondering what these people thought of our place and if we’d get an offer on it.  

We are anxiously waiting to hear from the realtor today.  Nobody gets an offer from the first people who see it, right?      It will be fine if we don’t get an offer.   Part of me is hesitant to move.   But it would make my day if we did.

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