A Peek at the Holler

Hey ya'll!

DG has tagged me with a photo meme, the rules are:

1. Step out your front door and take a picture.
2. Step out your back door and take a picture.
3. Put them on your blog, along with the rules.
4. If there are things in the photos that you particularly like or dislike, you can point them out, or just explain what we are seeing. Maybe changes over the seasons or some junk in your neighbor's yard that drives you nuts.
5. Tag as many or few people as you like - preferably at least one though six. Do it again next month if you like.

After seeing how lovely her little neighborhood is, I'm a little embarrassed for ya'll to see my little corner of the holler, but here goes:



This is the view from my front door. I even wore my red and white checkered mumu while taking it, in DG's honor. The next picture is my view to the right. Behold the Dubya Estate:


Notice the privacy fence built by the owner of the vacant lot. The little gray house on the right is Dubya's house. The lovely trailer in the center is occupied by a stereotypical hillbilly family. He gets a disability check, yet can be seen pulling entire motors from cars on weekends, when he's not sloppy drunk and his wife works two jobs, second and third shift to pay the bills. Notice all the vehicles and campers between the house and the trailer. None of them run. To your left you can see the little camper sitting just across the small branch that runs across the back of the property. That is where Hoochiemama entertains her "clients." Anything you want, forty dollas. The fat slappin' sex sounds can be heard, echoing through the holler on warm summer nights. If you look closely, you can see a building peeking over the top of the trailer. The walls are made from scrap wood that Dubya scavenged from a demolition site. The roof is built of wooden pallets, then covered with plastic. Rumor has it, that it houses a hot tub that Dubya stole from a construction site. It has a small porch with lounge chairs for sunnin' yerself.

This is the view from my back door. We have a half acre lot, but half of that is on a graduated embankment where, years ago, my great grandfather housed his workshed, kept pigs penned and there's still a hole where the outhouse once stood. Now, it's so grown up with brush and the english ivy my great grandmother planted that we don't go up there. Too many snakey hiding places. When I get "rich" I'm going to have it all cleared and fenced in.

Someday.

So there ya have it. I'm a little antsy about tagging people with memes, so I'm taking the chicken's way out. If you want to grab it, go for it and let me know in comments. I'll give ya the linky love in a future post.

And now, I'm off to do some scrubbing and spit shining around the trailer. Ya'll have a good one!