End Game

We put the finishing touches on the shed during the day. The people on the shed yesterday worked pretty hard and set it up so that we could finish by lunch time. We started off slow when the first piece of siding was cut wrong and it had to be remeasured and put on. It went smoothly from there. Nailing the siding and trim got to be a pain if the nails didn't go in straight, but it all worked out in the end. The shed looked excellent and ready for them to put their laundry machines and use efficiently as a storage. The family was short on space and desperately needed that shed as soon as possible.

Later that day we went to the beach, there's something about the beach around here that doesn't seem as welcoming as other beaches. It might be the fact that there's massive construction going on while people are doing their own thing around them. Bert and Connie, the family whom we built the shed for, had a cookout later that night. Connie showed us how to find crawfish in their mud tunnels. The crawfish build their homes as a tunnel system in the ground with small mounds of mud on top. After finding the crawfish in the tunnel, Amanda quickly flicked it out. Unfortunately, before I could take a picture, their dog ate it.

After that, all of us wrote comments on the inside of the shed as a memory. I found out Bert was a Saints fan (just like me), so I wrote Geaux Saints! with a fleur-de-lis on the wall. They were very greatful for the shed and it was nice building it for them. ~ Akshay

Today, I finally finished working at Tim and Jackie's house. It was neat being the only person who worked at that house every day. I got to see the whole project progress and finish. They're set to move in tomorrow. They deserve it. Tim is a great guy. I got to spend sometime with his daughter and grandchildren. The children are wonderful. His granddaughter has the most beautiful eyes. I spent my entire spring break painting one family's house; it was completely worth it. ~ Jesse

The red welts have gotten worse.`Byron

I've decided that there are many different types of people in the world, but there is a certain type of people who walk among us that should be justly discriminated against by our society. They put on facades of cool and polite demeanors, but there is a cardinal flaw within their outwardly prestine personalities. Many of you may know the type I'm talking about: the port-a-potty bandit. For those of you who are fortunate enough to never have come across one, port-a-potty bandits are of the lowest of lows. They are often hard to spot amidst a crowd. However, once they cross the threshold of a John, some deep and dark instinctual urge instantly ignites. Their expressions turn grim, and their eyes grow wide as they fling poop-stained toilet paper at the walls, hang used condoms from the ceilings, burn wholes in the plastic, and fling tampons at the walls in such a way that they stick. The port-a-potty bandits must be destroyed.--The Lumberjack