You gonna toss that? I'll take it off your hands.

Like every well-read, well-written blog, it's important to have a theme or some sort of cohesive idea to keep the readers coming back for more. For us, it seems as though our theme has shifted in the past couple of months. We've gone from a what's-happening-in-our-lives blog to a what-the-hell-are-our-crazy-slumlords-doing-now blog.

Remember that funny little situation comedy from the 70s called "Sanford and Son" about a junk collector/dealer dad (Fred Sanford) and his son (Lamont)? (Yeah, we're too young to remember, too - but we've heard stories.)

Well, we live above Sanford and Son's garage.

You see, when we moved into our treetop mansion, there were small piles of junk here and there - a pile of rotting lumber underneath the deck, a half-finished fence, a few containers filled with dead plants... But we overlooked them. The slumlords were in the midst of renovations and hadn't quite finished these projects, we thought. Surely these projects will be completed soon.

But instead of finishing the fence, planting the numerous pots of shrubbery, mixing and pouring that half-opened bag of concrete - instead the slumlords just start a new project or buy a new yard ornament or order more gravel to add to the growing mound of rock. Sometimes they move the junk to another spot in the yard. Sometimes they add to the pile of broken concrete, rusty metal and broken car parts in the driveway.

Just last night one of the Sanfords told us they got a really good deal on a canvas gazebo to go in the yard. They're not sure where they'll put the gazebo or if they have space for the gazebo, but it was on sale.

They have a two-car garage, but one side is so FULL of stuff, they are only able to utilize half of it for vehicle storage. But that's only because one of the slumlords drives a Beamer convertible and, in our neighborhood, it's a good idea to park that sort of car in the garage as opposed to on the street.

Anyway, back to the unfinished projects.

So the weather has been lovely in Georgia these past couple of days - mid-70s and beautiful. Definitely warm enough for us to open the windows and welcome the fresh air into our treetop mansion.

But we can't open our windows because we don't have any screens and we don't want a flying bug convention (remember our "no kill" policy?) in our apartment - which means it's stuffy and warm in our apartment. Good times.

So now we've resorted to begging and pleading to our 70s sit-com wannabes:

Please, please, slumlords, install our window screens. Please give us a storm door. Please clean up the yard and move stuff out of the driveway. Please!?! We're begging you, FINISH YOUR PROJECTS SANFORD AND SON!

There, I feel better now.

Curious to see the junkyard? Well scroll below for the beautiful view awaiting us each and every day. I'll give you a tour.


Here's the view from our living room window. I was able to stick my head out the window to give you a better view - one of the positives of not having any screens. Notice the junk under the steps and the unfinished fence boards propped up against the neighbor's fence.


and here we have the same view, except the wheelbarrow is upright and the hot tub (maybe?) has been tipped on its side.


Moving along the side of the house, here are some lovely deck chairs sitting amongst toppled trash cans. Fancy!


This picture was taken from the top of our steps overlooking the underside of our deck. Wonder where that window will be hung...and will it have a window screen?


And here we have a black, sludge-y mosquito pool, complete with dead plants and nearby trash receptacle.


This is the driveway. Recognize that trailer? Yep, it once held our washer and dryer hostage.


In case you wanted a closer look at all the junky goodness.


The BMW gets to park on the left side. The right side houses all of Sanford and Son's great buys!


And finally, our little junkyard overlook.

Thanks for taking a stroll around our place with us. Updates will follow, I'm sure. Until then, we're sending lots of love and hugs across the miles...the girlz