Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Why we built a driveway.

Now, uh, is that not just plain rude?
I mean, really.
There's poor ole' Maxine totally sandwiched in so tightly that she can't even breathe, much less move.
This happens all. the. time. We live across the street from an elementary school and across the other street from a church. I have to say that I have more sympathy for the school folks (even though we are not school folks ourselves). I see those mamas and daddies frantically parking and rushing up to get their precious babies before the babies get too antsy.

However, I do have a nice story about the above mentioned church folk. They knew we had it bad. They've suffered complaints from the neighborhood off and on forever. When we moved in they came right on over and told us ahead of time that there were always people that would park like poo-poo heads (my word, not theirs) no matter what they did. They promised us that they told everybody every Sunday NOT to park in driveways or in crosswalks or in other places to fierce to mention. They also promised us that someone would. Then those same people (the ones talking to us, not the ones parking like poo-poo heads) came over one day and said that they had taken up a nice, fat collection of money and were gonna give it to us to help us build a driveway whenever we were ready.
Now isn't that just downright neighborly?

And so, three years later, we are!

Never let it be said that Jackdaddy rushes into things. Nope, he took his sweet time and figured out just what he wanted and where he wanted it. I hounded him about it taking so long and them spending the money on new choir robes or something, but he wouldn't budge. Said he didn't care if got that money or not, he wanted to think on it.

And think.

And think.

And think.

And then the lovely refinance happened and suddenly there was more money each month and a little extree to play with so we got to building, as we are prone to do.

Here's the old non-driveway situation :
It was a kind of a driveway. Sort of. I mean, at one point it was probably used as a driveway. It was so crooked and broken up and sloped that we didn't use it at all. People parked in front of it all. the. time. Can't say I blame them. It really did not look like a driveway at all. It seemed more obvious once the mermaid was on there, but some folks are too busy to even notice a mermaid. Isn't that sad?

Here's Jackdaddy helping break up the garage floor. Oh, yea, THAT was a fun job. Did I mention that the floor was all cracked and broken and poor Jackdaddy had to live with that for 3 years? And him being a garage kinda man and all. It was the bane of his existence. (Sort of like the old windows are to me.)

On Day 2 they got smart and brought a jackhammer.

We used Decorative Concrete and they did an amazing job! What a nice group of guys. I'm always a tad panicked before we do something big like this. We got pretty burned by a couple of guys when we were trying to get moved in here. The evil and sweaty tile guy and the "I-can-do-it-all-in-2-weeks-really-cheaply" dude left us gun shy. But, we've been lucky ever since. Maybe those first two rip-offs were karmatic debt repayment and now we're even steven with the house gods?

Did I also mention that Jackdaddy had to jack the garage UP so
that they could dig out the old concrete underneath the sides? I'll let him post on that. It was just the most crazy, complicated thing you've ever seen. You may need to just look away if you feel faint at the sight of big, heavy jobs being done totally bassackwards. I know I had to sit on the couch with a big glass of tea and the A/C running whilst it was happening. Did I also mention that every single thing that was in the garage is now on my patio?
Must purge. Must purge. Must purge.

Getting there. Now it feels real. At this point there is a big ass corncrete truck sitting in the street, a makeshift fence around the property, dudes with shovels and wheelbarrows everywhere, plants being trampled, neighbors congregating to look.
Oh, my. I feel so exposed.
I feel like putting a sign up that says:
We're not fancy, we just refinanced!

It's poured!

I'm gonna leave you hanging like this for awhile. You won't see this project again until it's all dry and they've come back to stain it (dark brown, of course. You know how I love my greens and browns). And, I've got another surprise for you coming up. You know Mamaholt had to have just a little treat for herself if Jackdaddy was getting a new garage floor and a driveway, don't you?


  1. This is my first time reading your blog, and I'm really enjoying it. Your new patio is truly gorgeous! I look forward to the final driveway pics.

  2. Why, thank you, Iris. I love your blog too. Driveway still looks like it did 3 weeks ago...and so it goes, no?


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