Welcome to the House That Dripped Lawsuits.. Behold the disputed border lines (Not pictured) that hav+e caused us a headache for over a year now. Thrill to our asshole gold digging neighbor! Tremble in terror at the....well I suppose that's it really.
Yeah, so here's the deal. We tried to sell this bad boy a year ago, and right before the new people were going to move in, the borderline issue came up. Seems Madonna's love kept being pushed over it and...oh wait, that's another thing. Seems our house is on our neighbor's property. Exactly half of our house in fact (I live on our land...so it doesn't really affect me, but hey, no need to be picky). Now our neighbor's house wasn't built until 5 years after we moved in, but you know, that's neither here nor there. There's moneys to be had!
Well loooooooooooooooooooooooong story short, the deal is somewhat settled. We may still have to move (Which will hopefully result in among other things, Stately Mickery Manner....or at least high speed internet), but things are somewhat back to normal.
So in this blog post I thought I'd take a look back at my arrival here a little over 10 years ago.
HEY, WHERE'S THE BEER IN THIS THING?
One of the coolest things about the house when we moved in was it had it's own bar! Of course, the owners took all the booze (Along with sticking us with half a house), but still, it was a bar.The bar room has gone through many a change since. For a while, it was my sister's apartment...then after she got kicked out, it was my room. And after she came back it was her apartment. Than when she got kicked out it was my room. OK, so more like two changes. Today, it's the fabulous Mickery Cave, my secret underground lair where I conduct my evil experiments. And watch naughty movies.
LITTIES!!!!!
That's right. Everyone loves kitties. Everyone. And here's three kitties right now. Brak, Sara, and Tigger. Yep, they're still with us (But you can have Tigger if you want...we won't mind). And this is the first night we got them ten years ago. Brak (Who appears in the picture actual size) climbed on my shoulders when I took her out of the box o'kitties. Brak is as tiny, cute, and damned stupid today as she was then. She looks like a big rat come to think of it. Sara (Spelled without an H) is lazy as shit and she's a pissy little bitch. Tigger, on the other hand, is a little bitch who pisses everywhere, so you can see how they're related. Brak likes to beat Tigger up. I think she knows we all hate her. Brak will probably kill Tigger one of these days.
THEY HAVE THE INTERNET ON COMPUTERS NOW
Whoa....what's the scariest thing about this pic? Is it my wearing a Yankee shirt or that old Pepsi can? By the way, we have an old school Pepsi truck all decked out in the old Pepsi logo around here. It's weird. I wonder what I'm typing here. Oh I got it...this must be back in the days when I typed threatening manifestos.
MOO!
My sister likes cows. Not fat people, the kind you eat. Anyway, here's a relic from her cow collecting days. No, not me after a Christmas dinner Ladies and gentlemen, the Cow Clock! Ugh...thank God those days are over....now we got a Train clock that makes train noises on the hour. What an upgrade!
So there you have it. I'm gonna miss this place. Maybe
3 comments:
Sara (spelled without an h) is obviously pissy because she wants to be getting bored on a Peavey amp in 1984. If you get a Peavey amp (and travel back in time to 1984) she'll be right as rain!
Great pics, by the way. :o)
And you'll all die in your cars!
I, too, loved the pics. Just a little glimpse into the life of one stud-a-licious Mickety. I have to admit, though, that I would not be able to spend more than an afternoon at your place without keeping myself from smashing your fucking train clock to little tiny bits.
By any chance does that cow clock swing its udders with the time? Because that would be disgusting.
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