Architects Encounter the Dirty

The place that Gaines and I are living is nothing more than a combination of living at summer camp and freshman year dorms with Amish people cooking all the meals.  The mean age of most of the people we've been working with tends to be around the 65-70 range.  Don't be fooled by their age though...7 Iowan women can easily sling a 200-lb. wooden truss 10 feet into the air.  Despite the frowns that we may receive at our living quarters for our colorful language, the worksite is certainly a place of refuge.  Fucks and shits and bitches flow regularly, especially when nailing studs is involved.  Every morning starts off with a volunteer meeting and a prayer led by one of the volunteers.  Gaines and I are not looking forward to the awkward moments of me telling everyone I'm Jewish and him just out right refusing.  As we eagerly await the arrival of a boney friend, we are thinking of other ways to entertain ourselves.  Much of this entertainment is soon to come from Gaines.

Also, we got brand new tool belts that we plan on rubbing in the dirt so we can look as legit as possible.

Lastly, a joke from our construction director, Eddie:

Why are there no architects in heaven?

Because Jesus was a carpenter.