For the past couple days I've been doing just that. Terracing a hill, digging a pond and creating dry creek beds. Other than designing all this and doing all the digging, with the inevitable help from my dad, this place is gonna be sweet. I'm still working on talking them into building a swimming pool (probably won't happen). Soon as the sunken hot tub with gazebo is in though, I'm sure I'll forget about the swimming poo. It is in my hope that because I'm doing all this work money is being saved to pay for all the extras. My dad is the kind of dad who comes home from working a full shift and would start on some project until day light is gone, maybe watch a movie and then go to bed. He is always working on something. He says, "At least I'm not out at the bar!" I always say he never drinks anyways.
Other than when he wasn't old enough to drink. Funny story, my sister and I are chilling outside the New Year's party when my dad comes out and tells us drinking is bad for us (both Jonna and I having drinks in our hands). I told him that I heard about all his parties and stuff. He spurts out, "Well I stopped drinking before your age!" (Known lie, but he is trying to be a good role model, got to give him a little credit). I only turned 21 just that year and I was quick to say, "Oh right, so your telling me you went around drinking illegally." Effectively smashing his good role model time down. My sister and I enjoy a good laugh.
My Dad and I moving rock.
On my free time I've decided to practice riding.
