The landscaping finally got the better of us. The plan was to cut the trenches for the sprinkler system last weekend. The plan failed.
We rented a trencher for the weekend, foolishly assuming that it would cut trenches in the rock quarry that we call a backyard. You know what they say about making assumptions: You look like an ass and the ump shuns you - that I learned from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
You remember all those rocks we had to shovel? You remember how I was so tired of hauling rocks that when Doug filled my wheelbarrow too full and it accidentally tipped over while I was pushing it that I just stood there in the middle of the yard, surrounded by spilled rocks and a tipped over wheelbarrow, and cried? If you remember those things, you can imagine how pumped I am that the trencher successfully churned up just as many rocks as we've already shoveled out. It also refused to dig a trench deeper than four inches.
Sensing early on that this phase of the project was going to present danger to our marriage, I tried to stay uninvolved. That resulted in screaming because I wasn't helping. So I helped and the screaming changed to, YOU'RE NOT HELPING THE RIGHT WAY! The curse words flew. The tools were thrown.
Finally the decision was reached that we need professional help.
The backyard project = officially not fun anymore.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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Exactly why I don't mind moving the hose around every half hour when the yard and garden need watering... because that is the alternative. C:)
Ugh. Yeah sometimes it's just better to back out and be the wife that smiles in the corner, even though it's sssssssssssssssssooooooo hard to do.
Things will work out in quarry...just look at the Flintstones.
Well you guys made it a helluva lot farther than my hubby and I would have, so pat yourself on the back! Then just some professional help...I mean for the backyard, silly! ;)
You aren't having fun until someone throws a hissy fit. So now you can move on to the next phase of fun by watching the pros do the work while you sit in the kitchen sipping a margarita.
argh that does not sound fun, just keep the final product in mind!
I'm with Melissa on this, but when was it ever fun?
Sometimes (most times) work is not fun.
We had such a good time with you guys this past weekend. I'm so glad we got to see you again. My family really enjoyed your company too.
There comes a time when you've gotta turn it over to someone else to preserve the marriage.
But you've inspired me with all your rock moving. We're building a surrounding for the grill (think cheap outdoor kitchen) thanks to your rock photos.
oh darn! Not to worry, you'll get through this too, and will be on to the next one.
One of the most important things Mike and I learned about each other is: we are not handy. I am great at locating people who ARE capable of doing that sort of work, and Mike is a champ at writing the checks, though, so all is well.
I feel your pain. I don't even want to think about my backyard. Professional help is the only way to go in this matter.
I can throw a hissy fit over dropping a screw into my carpet because someone is talking to me and I can't concentrate on screwing in said screw. I cannot imagine how bad I would be in dealing with wheelbarrows and your backyard, especially because I trip. You are doing a great job in my opinion!!! :)
And that just sucks! Good thing you both agreed to get some darn help before you kill each other! LOL
take heart...your work will not be in vain!
Who needs grass anyway? Since when did you get so fancy with a house, husband, dogs, cat and a sprinkler system. I am working on a fridge that has an icemaker. I think you have raised your standards too high.
with love,
the girl who couldn't remember her lines in the apple tree
I can just imagine myself screaming back. Hahah. I'm crazy, right?
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