Clive, Mike, BenMark, Nikki & me
Picture of a praying mantis near the window
Our car is okay these days – its defiantly serving its purpose of driving us to work and taking us to the beaches on the weekend, while housing our mutt in the back. As we have been driving it on the hills, the freshly lubricated parts are drying up and various squeaks and squeals reveal themselves over the days. An “island car” is known to makes some noises and most definitely have a few bumps and beats on the exterior. Ours defiantly makes some noises, but I can now say that our car is officially an island car - after Ben gave the car a complimentary love tap into a tree when he was reversing out of the gym the other week! Oh well – at least beat up cars are still the trend!
On the last weekend of January, our landlady informed us that there would be some construction workers near the house finishing up some of the exterior of the house. On Thursday evening after work, I went off to practice rugby with others from work (Corporate Challenge was coming up). Therefore - Ben was on doggy duty! Ben rushed home to get Dundee before it got dark, and just as he pulled into our blind driveway he hit the 20 gallon bucket of bright yellow paint that the painters had left on our driveway! The painter and Ben bumped heads, as Ben thought that using the steep middle of our driveway was clearly not the best place for a bucket of paint. The yellow acrylic didnt’t compliment our black truck, and for a few hours we drove what looked like a bee car.
Construction was a theme in our house the past week. A couple days later, we were expecting the tile guy to come and finally install backsplash in our kitchen. We woke up at 8:30 on Saturday morning, with the expectation of his arrival at 10:00 am. The tile guy showed up at 1:30 – just as we were leaving for rugby corporate challenge. We stuck around for a few minutes to in order establish his character. Pepe, the tile guy, was from the Dominican Republic and spoke Spanglish - we couldn’t tell what we was saying 95% of the time, but he seemed nice enough so we only hid a few of our most important belongings and continued with the rest of our Saturday afternoon.
In my blue BakerTilly t-shirt, and Ben is his awkwardly small red KPMG shirt battled it off with our teams on the rugby field. Out of the 12 teams on the field, we are pleased to say that one of us brought victory home – Ben’s KPMG won the tournament and we ended the tourney with drinks and burgers at Pusser’s downtown. Oh, and this time I didn’t make the same mistake with the #3 painkiller!
On the last weekend of January, our landlady informed us that there would be some construction workers near the house finishing up some of the exterior of the house. On Thursday evening after work, I went off to practice rugby with others from work (Corporate Challenge was coming up). Therefore - Ben was on doggy duty! Ben rushed home to get Dundee before it got dark, and just as he pulled into our blind driveway he hit the 20 gallon bucket of bright yellow paint that the painters had left on our driveway! The painter and Ben bumped heads, as Ben thought that using the steep middle of our driveway was clearly not the best place for a bucket of paint. The yellow acrylic didnt’t compliment our black truck, and for a few hours we drove what looked like a bee car.
Construction was a theme in our house the past week. A couple days later, we were expecting the tile guy to come and finally install backsplash in our kitchen. We woke up at 8:30 on Saturday morning, with the expectation of his arrival at 10:00 am. The tile guy showed up at 1:30 – just as we were leaving for rugby corporate challenge. We stuck around for a few minutes to in order establish his character. Pepe, the tile guy, was from the Dominican Republic and spoke Spanglish - we couldn’t tell what we was saying 95% of the time, but he seemed nice enough so we only hid a few of our most important belongings and continued with the rest of our Saturday afternoon.
In my blue BakerTilly t-shirt, and Ben is his awkwardly small red KPMG shirt battled it off with our teams on the rugby field. Out of the 12 teams on the field, we are pleased to say that one of us brought victory home – Ben’s KPMG won the tournament and we ended the tourney with drinks and burgers at Pusser’s downtown. Oh, and this time I didn’t make the same mistake with the #3 painkiller!
Saturday night was great, and we were ready to retreat home to our newly tiled house. To our surprise, Pepe was still bumping around our house when we got home at 10pm! Some words of Spanglish began to reveal that Pepe and another worker didn’t have a car to go home! Something about him wanting us to drive him home…if not they would sleep in the bushes outside?!?! Um, no thanks!
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