Because we've lived in our new abode coming up on 2 years and we still don't have a sidewalk. Mud? Yep. Weeds? You got it. Big, tall step up to the front porch? Even Eddie sometimes despises me no he doesn't.
Granted, since the weeds have slowly triumphed over the mud, it has become slightly easier for the postman to traverse the terrain and not end up like a woolly mammoth in the La Brea Tar Pits. I've only had to throw him the rope once.
This really happened:
But that was one of my dumb kids.
In retrospect, I would think back. And in doing so, I would have just had the sidewalk poured when the driveway was done. But it came down to that age-old decision: Style or substance? Hmmm....
I wanted stone pavers. I thought I was going to get them until I realized that would involve real work on our part. So I decided I would prefer colored, stamped concrete that someone else would do if I gave them enough money.
Except no one would help me. No one would take my money last year. NO ONE.
So we started calling people first thing in the spring. We put down a deposit in May and they finally came out to pour.
The end of August.
And it's a good thing because we're having a neighborhood block party this weekend and I'm pretty sure it was just a guise to have everyone present vote us out of the neighborhood.
There were no shirtless boys today, so I must zap us back in time momentarily or I'm sure I'll lose several of you:
You missed those posts? Are you NUTS? Go HERE. And HERE. Now. I'll wait.
Took you long enough. Now, let's get to it. Here's where we started off:
Let the games begin:
Dirty "Phil" sand.
Now, let's check out the back of the house where we're getting a Holy Patio.
Hole-ier than thou.
There's a hole in that patio.
Yes, that hole is going to be a fire pit. I'm going to become the neighbor I hate. I'm going to be the neighbor who takes the one nice evening we get in the entire summer and I'm going to stink up the 'hood with my pit just so I can say I made freakin' s'mores in my very own fire pit.
Jim Caviezel is making my patio:
Seriously. Do NOT tell me you don't see it. I won't believe you.
Here's where we finally left off. I believe they're coming back at some point to finish the coloring and sealing. They'd better be because it kinda looks like crap right now.
I'll post the updates when it's all finished.
And if there was ever any question about whether my house is a male or female, I think this pretty much settles it:
Now I'm off to see if it really is a cookout, or if it's a lynch mob.