May 03, 2005
Trash-uchet
This past Sunday I went to my parents' house to help out with some yardwork, since they know what a nature lover I am. I had the priviledge of clearing branches and old wood, and bringing them to the curb. Pretty monotonous, but at least I got to meet this nice man, Mr. Brickman.
He watch approvingly while I did my thing. Until trouble hit.
As some of you may remember (or even had the distinct honor of experiencing first-hand), a few of my co-workers and I had a catapult-building contest a few years back. (man, three years later and that still sounds nerdy). It was originally slated to be an annual event, so I decided to keep mine when tossing was over. Since the local catapult storage facility was full, I stashed my disassembled seige machine behind my parents' shed. Fast-forward three years later, and I've been assigned to clear out that very area.
With no scheduled catapult contests in sight, and the Turks kept safely at bay, I really had no reason to hang on to it. So with a heavy heart, I brought it to the curb.
I was very sad. So was Mr. Brickman.
Mr. Brickman kinda scares me...
Posted by: Bill at May 3, 2005 02:57 PMNoooooooooooooooooo!!!! Say it ain't so!
You better hope the Turks don't read your blog.
Posted by: CDog at May 3, 2005 03:28 PMSlow news week, eh Kev?
I kid, I kid. Delightful story. I predict Mr. Brickman will become the new Wilson.
Posted by: Jen at May 3, 2005 10:37 PMSlow? Slow??? Getting rid of the trebuchet ranks at one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. It was like a child to me. A big, wooden child that I kept behind the shed.
Posted by: Kevin at May 4, 2005 09:17 AMAhhhh, funny stuff :)
Posted by: CDog at May 5, 2005 03:21 PMKev,
I seem to have mis-placed two skateboarding ramps, two Luke Skywalker Action Figures, a trampoline, a hockey net, and 137 hockey sticks. Were they behind the shed by chance?
B
Posted by: B at May 9, 2005 06:48 PM
