concrete jungle

This rehabbing a house thing has brought out a side of me that I never thought existed. In my previous, pre-homeowner life, things that excited me include a glass of bubbly, wearing boots and scarves, making a regular manicure last for more than 3 days, a new Britney Spears song, a latte, stuff like that. Now, this is the stuff that gets me:

our poor neighbors

A damn concrete truck. A Truck! I hope this is just a phase.. like that one time I thought I was going to be the next Nancy Kerrigan. Without the whole getting beat up with a pipe thing.  Here is a close up, because I know you just can't get enough.

it's basically taking up the entire block

They poured the concrete through the front window and into the basement where there were a few workers waiting to smooth it out. I was told they had to “sit on it” after.. and after I gave my puzzled looked my contractor said “you know, the expression sitting (or was it waiting?) on concrete”.. still, either way, I don’t know what he was referring to. Unless that was a one on one date on a recent Bachelor season, I’ve never seen it/heard of it. I still don't understand if they have to physically push it down like they're sitting on it? That job would suck. Or maybe sitting like waiting.. sitting.. this is beyond my James Madison education.

 

I went by the house during lunch to talk kitchen stuff. I didn’t expect to see all of the shenanigans, so please excuse the poor pictures. The iPhone 3 can only do so much, one day I’ll join you in 2012 and get an iPhone with a flash. Also! While I was trying not to get run over by a truck or hit in the head with that tube I saw this!

 

That guy in grey is pulling our ugly door off with his bare hands! Kinda hot right? I mean the part about not having that ugly front door. Hopefully when we go by tomorrow we'll have a front door that closes and locks!