Bricks

Last night I was walking out of the UGL with Burns and we saw a pile of bricks.  Not only did this strike me as somewhat dangerous (lots of damage could be done with a couple bricks) but it reminded me of a funny story.  Going into freshman year of high school (the summer I took summer school biology--worst decision ever) we did an addition on our house.  In case you weren't aware, I live in a yellow brick house in Park Ridge, IL.  Its super cute and I never realized how rare yellow brick is until one day during that hot hot summer.  My parents had been on a quest to find matching yellow brick for our house but I guess ours was just too unique to match.  This became a huge dilemma in my house but no need to fear, my parents came up with a brilliant idea.. scrape the mortar off the old bricks and use them for the front of the new part of the house.  Originally I thought it was pretty brilliant as well, that was until I found out that me and my siblings were the ones recruited for the job of scraping off the actual mortar.  It took us a solid three days of no pay and minimal water.. child labor at its finest.  Well I was lying about the water but it was a character building experience and let me tell you, I admire the front of my house every time I see it.. please take a closer look next time and let me know how it looks!