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This is what I've been doin' the last couple days. Yesterday T.J., Brent and I brought in a ton of fill dirt with wheelbarrows to get ready for the cement. Today...instant backyard! Bring on the BBQ's.
smell that? Ribs...with Stubbs bbq sauce on 'em...and..wait...yep, bbq corn on the cob..hey, where'd you get that ice cold adult beverage? the blue cooler? Cool...Dang bugs (swat, wave, flap hands ineffectively) Hey, who made the potato salad? it rocks I'll have you know...So Dan, apparently you know how to lay concrete...what're you doing next Saturday? Cause I got this space, in my backyard....
From the pictures, at first your fence looks like it is 6 or 7 ft tall and I thought to myself for a hot second,"Where did Dan find these giants to work for him?" Then I thought,"What if we were all that big and we could hurdle over all of the fences in a neighborhood? We could have races, kids would say, My dad can leap over more fences than your dad, and that was what we did and was normal..." just thinking.
We totally need to hook up some BBQ Barney. Jeff...that was hilarious. Our backyard fence is amazing. I can see all 13 neighbors right down the road. Sucks when I tan in the nude!
Jason Day...the man...the myth...the legend. Dude, I hate that I'm a crappy friend and never talk to you...that goes for you to Yoder! Hope all is well with your family in NY. I miss you dude.
No worries Dan, I don't even talk to my friends here. But, I am addicted to your blog. It's a shame I'm a medieval presbyterian, and not down with all that emergent crap. Then I could move to Redding with all of the old friends back together again. I could be the pastor of inappropriate humor and martinis.
Yoder,don't worry about being a presbyterian...I'm reformed Catholic and they let me in...of course that reminds me of a quote "I'd never belong to a group that would have me as a member" however, I will have you know that there is an opening for the minister of martini's here (Dirty please, very dirty..daddy's been a baaaaad maaa-ooops, sorry, wrong blog..anywho) I am applying for the position of "Tattoo'd outreach guy with a mouth like a truck driver" and hope to find an opening soon...RevRock is the shiznizzy and as soon as I can get him to slow down and breathe, maybe we will get a chance to take some pic's of us using Dan's patio for bbq's. Then you can be jealous of the sun we have, realize it's better than your sun, and maybe move out here, with the rest of us "normal" people...
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smell that? Ribs...with Stubbs bbq sauce on 'em...and..wait...yep, bbq corn on the cob..hey, where'd you get that ice cold adult beverage? the blue cooler? Cool...Dang bugs (swat, wave, flap hands ineffectively) Hey, who made the potato salad? it rocks I'll have you know...So Dan, apparently you know how to lay concrete...what're you doing next Saturday? Cause I got this space, in my backyard....
Looking good RevRock...
From the pictures, at first your fence looks like it is 6 or 7 ft tall and I thought to myself for a hot second,"Where did Dan find these giants to work for him?" Then I thought,"What if we were all that big and we could hurdle over all of the fences in a neighborhood? We could have races, kids would say, My dad can leap over more fences than your dad, and that was what we did and was normal..." just thinking.
Jeff
We totally need to hook up some BBQ Barney.
Jeff...that was hilarious. Our backyard fence is amazing. I can see all 13 neighbors right down the road. Sucks when I tan in the nude!
Yeah that will be so nice for this summer. The kids will love playing out there very nice for when the new baby comes.
Can I post pics in a comment?
...nothing to do with Dan tanning.
Jeff Yoder
I have a barbeque... you pick the day.
Sweet! Mr. Beaver is the man when it comes to mud.
Nice pad dude.
Dude, I am totally missing you today! Wish we could go to lunch.
Jason Day...the man...the myth...the legend. Dude, I hate that I'm a crappy friend and never talk to you...that goes for you to Yoder! Hope all is well with your family in NY. I miss you dude.
No worries Dan, I don't even talk to my friends here. But, I am addicted to your blog. It's a shame I'm a medieval presbyterian, and not down with all that emergent crap. Then I could move to Redding with all of the old friends back together again. I could be the pastor of inappropriate humor and martinis.
Miss you
Yoder
Yoder,don't worry about being a presbyterian...I'm reformed Catholic and they let me in...of course that reminds me of a quote "I'd never belong to a group that would have me as a member" however, I will have you know that there is an opening for the minister of martini's here (Dirty please, very dirty..daddy's been a baaaaad maaa-ooops, sorry, wrong blog..anywho) I am applying for the position of "Tattoo'd outreach guy with a mouth like a truck driver" and hope to find an opening soon...RevRock is the shiznizzy and as soon as I can get him to slow down and breathe, maybe we will get a chance to take some pic's of us using Dan's patio for bbq's. Then you can be jealous of the sun we have, realize it's better than your sun, and maybe move out here, with the rest of us "normal" people...
I'm already jealous of the Lance porch ministry.
Yoder
Wait, I'm not Leslie, I'm jeff.
Brubble. Funny, Very Funny.
Yoder
Because laughing is another way to irritate Satan, I LAUGH...well, that and my med's are off, buuuuut anyyyyways
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