I'm thinking of becoming a vegitarian. . .
. . .Because I'm starting to despise these f***ing plants!!!
Not that I despise animals, being a carnivore. I'm just up to my frigging armpits in landscaping.
My Father, the Home Depot, Lowes, K-Mart Gardening Center and private nursery owner's worst nightmare come to life is up for the second time this month (four mounths of nothing and now two visits in a month. . .) to help David (not me! not me! I'm not involved!) get the area around the house looking more 'buyer friendly'.
I'm not down with the 'buyer friendly' look.
If it were up to me, we'd have the 'owner surly' look and I'd have machine gun emplacements and guard towers.
But noooooo.
Last time my Father was up (two weeks ago) he drove us into hiring Landscaper #1. Landscaper #1, put in a bunch of holly plants and a pallet of sod and charged us a grand.
Color me not happy here.
My Father is thinking of hiring landscaping guy #1 again, because it does cut through a hell of a lot of red tape when it comes to getting a bloody lawn put in (I don't *want* a lawn. I didn't *want* a big wedding. Things involving my family get out of hand quick).
The alternate to hiring Landscaper #1 goes something like this:
We've found a place with sod for $90 a pallet. My truck will haul one pallet at a time. Maybe two.
Then someone has to put down the sod (I'll put the sod down! Where's my shotgun?!?). This is backbreaking work if you're talking about four pallets worth. If we were in the Valley (where my Father lives) he'd just go hire some illegals and get the job done for peanuts. This idea makes David gibber and froth at the mouth. So, we're hiring legal workers in Central Texas. All sorts of issues.
So this very probably will not happen and we'll call back Landscaper #1. Thankfully, this time my Father's is bankrolling it.
My Father has had all sorts of fun calling people, comparing, contrasting and generally driving me nuts. Have I mentioned that I'm still sick? Yeah. Add vertigo to being expected to look at stuff at ground level. Wooopeee.
And now we have a lawn. Which we're dutifully watering every night. I'm sure lycangeek is rolling about laughing his head off at this point and saying 'see! I told you! Insane amounts of money down the drain!'
I'm with lycangeek , let the stuff fend for itself. I don't want to be involved.
Ready for the desert now, David.
Not that I despise animals, being a carnivore. I'm just up to my frigging armpits in landscaping.
My Father, the Home Depot, Lowes, K-Mart Gardening Center and private nursery owner's worst nightmare come to life is up for the second time this month (four mounths of nothing and now two visits in a month. . .) to help David (not me! not me! I'm not involved!) get the area around the house looking more 'buyer friendly'.
I'm not down with the 'buyer friendly' look.
If it were up to me, we'd have the 'owner surly' look and I'd have machine gun emplacements and guard towers.
But noooooo.
Last time my Father was up (two weeks ago) he drove us into hiring Landscaper #1. Landscaper #1, put in a bunch of holly plants and a pallet of sod and charged us a grand.
Color me not happy here.
My Father is thinking of hiring landscaping guy #1 again, because it does cut through a hell of a lot of red tape when it comes to getting a bloody lawn put in (I don't *want* a lawn. I didn't *want* a big wedding. Things involving my family get out of hand quick).
The alternate to hiring Landscaper #1 goes something like this:
We've found a place with sod for $90 a pallet. My truck will haul one pallet at a time. Maybe two.
Then someone has to put down the sod (I'll put the sod down! Where's my shotgun?!?). This is backbreaking work if you're talking about four pallets worth. If we were in the Valley (where my Father lives) he'd just go hire some illegals and get the job done for peanuts. This idea makes David gibber and froth at the mouth. So, we're hiring legal workers in Central Texas. All sorts of issues.
So this very probably will not happen and we'll call back Landscaper #1. Thankfully, this time my Father's is bankrolling it.
My Father has had all sorts of fun calling people, comparing, contrasting and generally driving me nuts. Have I mentioned that I'm still sick? Yeah. Add vertigo to being expected to look at stuff at ground level. Wooopeee.
And now we have a lawn. Which we're dutifully watering every night. I'm sure lycangeek is rolling about laughing his head off at this point and saying 'see! I told you! Insane amounts of money down the drain!'
I'm with lycangeek , let the stuff fend for itself. I don't want to be involved.
Ready for the desert now, David.