I love you, yachts! And yachts, and YACHTS!!!: Burn baby burn....

27 November 2010

Burn baby burn....

For those of you who didn't know. We've moved again! That's the second time this year. I can't wait to buy a house and not have to move again and be able to paint the walls and do what I want. ahhhhhhhhh......but until then we rent. But this blog is about burning not renting. We dejunked before we moved and eliminated a bunch of crap from the house we were in that had been left by previous tenants. Most of it broken or just not stuff you take to the DI so the next best thing... a white man fire.

First gather your burn pile and transport it to a suitable location.

Bryce, Matt and Buck hauled everything from the house to a cement pad out behind our house.

I love the smiles on their faces. These two enjoy each other tremendously.

Second, ride to the burn pile in style, on an old mattress.

Caution: Mothers with young children I recommend skipping the next few pictures if you have impressionable souls watching this post with you.

Third douse the pile in "boy scout water." Don't worry Bryce is fully trained in the use of "boy scout water."

Once your pile is thoroughly doused with gas stand back and toss a match or several on the pile.

And watch all your crap go up in smoke.

Yes he is armed and dangerous but you have to be when Buck wants to fight with his sword. I love Matt's smile in this picture.

The next several pictures are not my doing by any stretch of the imagination. I cannot take pictures with a darn in low lighting. Matt's dad took these. In fact you can't tell it but I am in this picture. Megan and I climbed the tires to the top of the wall around the silage pit. Holy freak it was tall. We were going to go all the way around but we chickened out. The top of the wall was broken away in some parts. We made it down the length of one wall and then sat for a while trying to talk ourselves into going to further but it didn't happen.