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| Just moments before the assault begins... |
After a full day of excavation maneuvers, we were nearing the end. The last vat of concrete was being mixed when something unexpected occurred. Amanda dumped half a bag of portland cement all over her. From her chin to the depths of her bra, were 30 pounds of dry cement. A gray cloud loomed for a moment, concealing her as I recognized fragments of sturdy words emanating from the swirling fog.
It had been the practice of the day for Red or Greg to dump the cumbersome bags into the mixer as Amanda had expressed some serious concerns about losing certain body parts from her chest region when dumping the bulky bags into the spinning mixer. But after being playfully challenged by her teasing husband, Amanda took on the task and tossed the bag into the mixer herself. The good news is, she didn't lose any body parts. I pulled her version of this story from her Face Book page and I include a link to the video depicting the torturous event in which she endured. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2efudLVeYbM
Amanda's Perspective: Drove a front-end loader today, made 12 batches of mud for the retaining walls, spilled portland down my shirt and was told I HAD to be hosed off in the front yard to avoid burns...now I am in my dad's shirt with wet pants that have a big rip down the back...AND my mom made me go into the store like this for dinner...if I weren't 26 years old, I would surely have a case for child abuse/neglect...
You have to love her spirit! Thanks for checking in.
Kim :-)
Amanda's Perspective: Drove a front-end loader today, made 12 batches of mud for the retaining walls, spilled portland down my shirt and was told I HAD to be hosed off in the front yard to avoid burns...now I am in my dad's shirt with wet pants that have a big rip down the back...AND my mom made me go into the store like this for dinner...if I weren't 26 years old, I would surely have a case for child abuse/neglect...
You have to love her spirit! Thanks for checking in.
Kim :-)
