Remember this project?
Remember how it went so horribly wrong at the end?
Well - a whole year has gone by while this thing sat in Macho's room - an eyesore of a home accessory.
A couple of weekends ago I dragged it's sorry ass out to the garage - determined to begin it's second refurbishing.
Ugh... that clear coat epoxy resin never really cured properly so - it was super sticky all this time. And a year's worth of airborne dust is now stuck to it.
N i i i i i c e.
Anyway - I enlisted this guy and this guy to help me out.
My other little brother "T" was in town visiting and he helped out too while Macho did a lot of supervising.
While the first coat of citrus stripper did its thing - we took ourselves a boat ride and packed a picnic lunch. Of course Macho provided entertainment...
And this little one...
Well, she just sat around looking good.
"Daddy, please wave to all my fans out there."
"You guys like my new bikini?"
Of course - daddy also always knows the EXACT proper moment to hand her back to me.
I think it's pretty obvious by my smiling that I'm utterly unaware of what's happening.
Motherhood.... where's the respect?
At any rate, while the surfboard was marinating in heavy chemicals in the garage - we were having a few hours of fun.
When we returned we were really getting somewhere...
I'm thinking one more application and we should be set...
Again - during the marination phase - we occupied ourselves.
With a feast.
And - this photo - man - it has a story....
Ok - I'll tell ya.
So - several months ago while were up visiting Mimi and Grandpa... Apparently my dad was doing something, and the word "Damn" accidentally slipped out - and Macho picked it up.
Well - it all came full circle in this moment. I guess the "thing" that Grandpa was doing - was maybe hitting something - or working on something - when he said "Damn it."
And over the past few months since that visit, occasionally - we've caught Macho saying "Damn it." "Damn it." Usually when playing with toys - crushing them together - in the playroom, all alone. And we'd either ignore it (sometimes when you make a big deal out of things like this- it only fuels his desire to say it MORE) - or we'd try to correct him quickly and move on.
Well, this particular night - as we had all the crabs spread out before us - Macho sits down and grabs both mallets and begins to bop up and down in his seat chanting :
"We gonna DAMN the crabs! DAMN the crabs! DAMN the crabs!"
Full circle moment...
DAMN = hit.
OOOOOoooooohhhhhhhh. DAMN the crabs! I get it!
And ya know what - while trying really really hard to keep my giggle contained - we all sorta explained his misunderstanding of the word - and now he's MUCH clearer on the issue.
Anyway - that's just a funny little sidenote.
We did put a friggin' wreckin' on those crabs though....
18 Jumbo's divided by 3 adults. Hammered it out. Right?
Then... it was back to the garage to check on our progress...
And seriously - I have to include Clark here... It's not like he wasn't involved. In fact - he was probably more involved than I was half the day... He just can't stand to not be included in anything that's going on in his "Happy Place."
So - Clark did one final scraping then wiped the whole thing down with an old rag and some Acetone and we got this beautiful thing you see here...
Now... the matter at hand will be taping it off again - with expert precision - exacto blade style.... Then spraying it with red lacquer... again ... then adding all new board stickers... again ... then maybe a spray coat of polyeurathane. NO MORE clear coat resin.... Man alive - unless your surface is dead flat and straight - fugettabout that stuff.
Please stay tuned.... as our daytime drama "Surfboard 2.0" continues...