My backyard adventures started there. Anytime I saw the word "river", or "rock", I'd click and reply 'On my way'! 9 times out of 10 I was too late, and the one time I wasn't, they ended up living just around the corner from Middle Earth. But, alas, after about 30 tries, I FINALLY scored some river rocks. I feel like I was picked for The Price is Right.
Oh. My. Gosh. That is by far the worst job ever, especially when you don't have a trailer. I've been a janitor at a hospital, literally lugging around body parts - this was worse. And since my brother, Davey, had conveniently borrowed the trailer, I was stuck using just my truck. Wheelbarrows and trucks don't go together. At all. This meant I was filling bucket after bucket by hand. By the end, I was pretty sure I'd rather just take plain old 'normal' rocks and sit and sand them down if that meant I never had to see another bucket. Stupid River Rocks. Why do you have to be so awesome.
Got home, unloaded a pile of rocks, and looked at my yard and laughed. Only 457 more trips to go.
Before Pic
Project in Progress - Totally leveraged the wife and the babe for this one!
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