Candy Rant

"I killed a rat with a stick once."

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

A Snowy Little Slice of Paradise


My sister sent me another photo I had to share. This is our hometown, where she and my parents still live.

This lovely couch has been out in front of this particular house since last summer. It has endured the entire gamut of Indiana weather. And now it is very sad in the snow.

And very sad in front of the yard which is in front of the house that houses morons.

If you look closely, you can see that the occupants have written "C O L T" on the door. It makes sense, because this is Indianapolis Colts country. Apparently, though, they are supportive of only one of the Colts. That is one lucky Colt.

13 Comments:

  • At 7:53 AM, Anonymous futuresis said…

    That is hilarious!

    However, we have people like this to thank for the creation of H.O.A.s, so maybe it isn't all that funny.

     
  • At 8:41 AM, Anonymous Scott P said…

    There must be some really nice furniture in that town if nobody's snapped that baby up yet.

     
  • At 1:27 PM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    Oh, I'm sure these folks are the presidents of their HOA!

    Scott, I hear some of the nice furniture is even INSIDE HOUSES.

     
  • At 3:55 PM, Anonymous Scott P said…

    What in the world for? Where do they sit when there's a parade?

     
  • At 7:17 PM, Anonymous saskatchewan inbred banjo picker aka "banjo" said…

    HOA? What is a HOA?

    Where I grew up, this yard would belong to the upper crust of the neighbourhood. Why, it hasn't even been set on fire yet!

     
  • At 9:52 PM, Anonymous Scott P said…

    Dang, Banjo, that was funny.

     
  • At 10:03 PM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    A 'HOA' is the woman who comes out and makes you pay good money to git with her on the couch.

    And that WAS hilarious, banjo.

    I think you need to learn the Indiana accent though. That couch ain't been set on FARR yet.

     
  • At 6:54 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey, Candy. Before I interviewed for my current job in C-U, I pent a week in Madison, right around housing contract close-out period. That was my introduction to "furniture as yard art". And yet, I still moved to C-U! Sooooo, I thinks it's pretty progressive of farmtown Indiana to adopt the habits of campus communities.--EJ

     
  • At 7:47 AM, Blogger Dana said…

    There's no cars in the yard, they drink Mug root beer and their Christmas lights aren't anywhere I can see. So, I'd say these folks are rather upscale.

    Besides that, the couch is right next to the trash can. Perhaps that's so they can toss their beer cans right in to it rather than the yard...what's so trashy about that?

     
  • At 11:29 AM, Blogger Candy Rant said…

    Dang it. I gotta learn about what's classy. Not only is this yard art, it's CLASSY yard art.

    Wait'll I tell my sister! We were trying to hide the fact that it's HER house!


    :)

     
  • At 12:01 AM, Anonymous JWebb said…

    I love this picture! I just wish they had the energy to finish writing "45" under "Colt"....

     
  • At 9:56 AM, Anonymous Scott P said…

    HA! JWebb. Good one.

     
  • At 12:02 PM, Anonymous sparrow's husband said…

    okay, so, as you know, i work at starbucks. i was working the drivethrough when one of those brittany's came through. she was talking on the cell when she pulled up, and continued for approx two full minutes before even acknowledging the fact that i was trying to get her out of the drivethrough. maybe it's drivethru. anyway. she hung up, and had the audacity to say 'sorry, i was on the phone'. wow. she ordered her drinks, and pulled up to the window. when she got up there, she asked me if i knew what a nozzle is. growing up in a similarly small town, actually, mine might be smaller, i know that a nozzle goes on the end of a hose, or on a spicket, to control water flow. she tells me that i am wrong and starts grabbing at her nose saying, 'you know, a nozzle'. with restraint from pulling her through the window, and putting her tongue on the steaming wand of our espresso machine, i said, 'no, that's a muzzle'. she stared at me with that look that only brittany can give you after telling her the meaning of life ('sorry, the mall is closed on sunday' look), and said 'that's why the dnr (department of natural resources, for those that don't know) didn't know what i was talking about. she proceeds to tell me that she saw a wolf in downtown decent-sized city, DEAD, ON A COUCH, with blood on it's nozzle. hmmmm. okay, after growing up in small town, wolves avoid people. dogs in general are smart. wolves, even smarter. so to find one in town, they gotta be REAL hungry. to find one dead on the side of the road, tough to come by. to find one that crawled onto a couch, bit it's tongue, and then gave up the ghost. wow.
    so we spit in her drink a few times (kidding), and laughed at her. it made my weekend.

     

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