I love building stuff

     So this started out as a distaste for these blocks sitting in my front yard. The previous owners had made an attempt to craft some sort of flower bed. They put mulch behind the block and once it rained all it did was push the block forward resulting in a very sickly looking structure. So I decided to take the block out and in the spring when we decide what we want to do with that area i'll take care of it.
     We had had a chimnea, which is pretty much a clay pot fire pit, in the backyard for a few months until a week or so ago one of the dogs knocked it over and broke it. So I decided to repurpose that ugly block flower bed in the front yard into a much more useful fire pit. Plus Kara was on me about replacing the chimnea anyways.


     So, armed with only a shovel, a hammer, a level, and two bags of play sand. I created this-

I dug about a block and a half down to give it a sturdy base. When it gets warm again i'll probably fill in with mortar to make it completely sturdy. All in all i'm pretty proud with the finished product, given the lack of preparation and planning. What's really awesome is that I used every block I had. Talk about a perfect fit.

So what's this about?

         When I was a little younger, fifteen-sixteen, I found myself having a LOT of time on my hands. I didn't have a vehicle, very many friends with vehicles, or a cell phone. Much of my time was spent at the Earlham library lurking myspace, or sitting at my sisters house lurking myspace. I used most of my time trying to channel the many thoughts and feelings into something. Unfortunately on a few occasions some of the stronger emotions came flying out of my fist and caused me a lot of trouble. I eventually started writing my own blog and found that it had relieved quite a bit of the tension I would build up throughout those very trying times. I find it very liberating and a great stress relief over some of the petty stuff I don't feel like sharing verbally. I also enjoy the feedback that I get from whomever decides to read what I write. A girl in my speech class gave a speech on blogging and had a few statistics that I can't accurately remember but one was the percentage of "dead" blogs that float around the internet, i'll try not to let this one die until old age becomes of it.