Weekend Injury Report
Apr. 3rd, 2006 07:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pen_gruntI suppose "spring" marks a new weekend routine for us. Instead of leisurely perusing thrift stores and reading, we actually have to *do* things...you know, "as long as it's so nice out."
Our front steps have transformed from caved-in cut-rate concrete, to solid, hand built wood. I'm still amazed at D's ability to just decide he's going to make something and then miraculously be able to produce an end result. Of course, such projects always have a certain number of casualties.
Injury Report
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Derrick:
2-Slivers in his hand
1-Sore body (all over, apparently)
Missy:
1-Blister
1-Scraped knuckle
1-Tiny bruise on the shin (where I got a little bit too swingy with the sledge hammer)
For the record, taking a sledge hammer to concrete is fun. Really fun. Fun as in, I don't care if you have a wedding to go to, I don't care if it's your own wedding--if someone asks you to demolish something the answer is ALWAYS yes. Just do it. Smashy-smashy goodness :)
Things were going well and good, the steps were almost built, until our neighbor--Crazy Dave--decided to "help." This is the:
"It's 7am on a Sunday morning, wanna bet Dave's drunk"
"Yeah, 5 bucks says he's not."
"Morning Dave!"
"Mpsdfh. Jhusdp skn, goubt boustbill."
"Gimme that 5 bucks."
neighbor. Who was drunk again while harassing Derrick about building the steps. That was frustrating, irritating, even ire-inspiring. BUT it was nothing compared to Drunk Dave taunting the gang members while standing in front of our house.
Derrick is peacefully working on the steps, Dave is giving running commentary over his shoulder, and a group of teenagers comes ambling down the street. Dave yells at them. They ask Dave to give them a beer. Dave taunts them, and then tells them that he's not giving a beer to underage kids. They explain that they're 18 and part of a gang, so they should be given a beer. (They're showing off their nice, purdy matching red bandannas and calling themselves the "bloods" *shrug*)
He tells them that if they want a beer, they can go in his f*cking house and get it, but see if they come out alive. They, again, refer to their gang affiliations. Dave starts shouting about how he has a gun. They also have guns, apparently. Dave shouts that his gun is bigger. Said teenagers make some threat and walk off. Dave turns to Derrick and says, "Isn't alcoholism great?"
This is happening in front of OUR house, mind you, not Drunk Dave's.
So if you hear about a gang-related shooting in a typically gang-free, low-crime neighborhood in St. Paul, that's our house. Ahhh, crazy neighbors.
Our front steps have transformed from caved-in cut-rate concrete, to solid, hand built wood. I'm still amazed at D's ability to just decide he's going to make something and then miraculously be able to produce an end result. Of course, such projects always have a certain number of casualties.
Injury Report
--------------
Derrick:
2-Slivers in his hand
1-Sore body (all over, apparently)
Missy:
1-Blister
1-Scraped knuckle
1-Tiny bruise on the shin (where I got a little bit too swingy with the sledge hammer)
For the record, taking a sledge hammer to concrete is fun. Really fun. Fun as in, I don't care if you have a wedding to go to, I don't care if it's your own wedding--if someone asks you to demolish something the answer is ALWAYS yes. Just do it. Smashy-smashy goodness :)
Things were going well and good, the steps were almost built, until our neighbor--Crazy Dave--decided to "help." This is the:
"It's 7am on a Sunday morning, wanna bet Dave's drunk"
"Yeah, 5 bucks says he's not."
"Morning Dave!"
"Mpsdfh. Jhusdp skn, goubt boustbill."
"Gimme that 5 bucks."
neighbor. Who was drunk again while harassing Derrick about building the steps. That was frustrating, irritating, even ire-inspiring. BUT it was nothing compared to Drunk Dave taunting the gang members while standing in front of our house.
Derrick is peacefully working on the steps, Dave is giving running commentary over his shoulder, and a group of teenagers comes ambling down the street. Dave yells at them. They ask Dave to give them a beer. Dave taunts them, and then tells them that he's not giving a beer to underage kids. They explain that they're 18 and part of a gang, so they should be given a beer. (They're showing off their nice, purdy matching red bandannas and calling themselves the "bloods" *shrug*)
He tells them that if they want a beer, they can go in his f*cking house and get it, but see if they come out alive. They, again, refer to their gang affiliations. Dave starts shouting about how he has a gun. They also have guns, apparently. Dave shouts that his gun is bigger. Said teenagers make some threat and walk off. Dave turns to Derrick and says, "Isn't alcoholism great?"
This is happening in front of OUR house, mind you, not Drunk Dave's.
So if you hear about a gang-related shooting in a typically gang-free, low-crime neighborhood in St. Paul, that's our house. Ahhh, crazy neighbors.
