Moving Sucks!

Sunday was horrible and I would like to blame Steve for it. There is a reason why moving ranks #2 on the list of 'Things I Really Hate To Do,' and that reason is mainly because I am lazy and out of shape. Another reason is that it never goes as planned. Never. I once help my mom pull out the couch so she could clean behind it, and it turned into a hour ordeal moving this and that for just a second. I digress, I asked Steve about a week ago to help me win a chili cook off at work with his awesome chili recipe. He did, and I won, it was glorious. In return for helping me he asked if I could help him move something this past Sunday. My gut instinct was to say no, but he is my Steve, and he did help me win the chili cook off, so I said ok. He said he needed help getting a fold out bed and I was thinking a futon, turns out it was a hideabed. That's fine; it's all good we can get this taken care of. So we take his sister's truck to go get the thing, it is at his cousin's ex-fiancé’s parents house, and apparently the break-up was not a good one. So we get there and it is so totally awkward. The just pretty much stare at us. The couch is down stairs and we go down there and this thing is huge. So Steve and I get to work and it takes us 30-45 minutes to get the thing up the stairs. I get pinned against the wall at one point and Steve stabs his finger on a staple, and I quote; "All the way into the meat!" So we finally get it up the stairs and out the door making our way to the truck. I couldn't take anymore and made Steve take a break. At this point the ex's dad is asking Steve how he is doing. The guy is an EMT and is getting worried about him. Steve asks for some water and the guy gives him the hose and turns it on. So here is Steve drinking from the hose trying not to pass out and the guy's wife comes out to see if Steve needs a glass and the guy says; "We are men and men drink from the hose." I think that he didn't want Steve in his house if he was going to have a heart attack or something. At this point the dad and the ex help us lift the couch into the truck and we leave. By the time we get back to Steve's it has been a couple of hours and we are good to go to unload this thing. We do and it is not that far to go to get it into his basement, there are cellar doors that go right into the room he wants it. Thing is, it wouldn't fit through the doors of his basement room. Then after taking some measurements we realize it will not fit down the stairs either, so the whole thing was a bust. We end up loading it back onto the truck and leaving it at his sister's house. Steve said she could have it, but would have to unload it herself. All that wasted effort for nothing, it would have been so cool to have it in the Man-Cave, but I guess it was not meant to be.

First Day of Fall

So yesterday was the first day of Fall and it was amazing here in Kansas. It was so beautiful, it was nice and cool with just the hint of the colder weather Fall will bring. While I was walking into work I got the great idea of taking the family to the park that night. So at lunch I called up the wife and we made the plans. I get home and Willson is all ready to got the park and play. He was so excited when we pulled up and took off like a shot when he got out of the car. We had a ton of fun on the swings and then he went down the slide by himself for the first time. I was so proud of him, he was so scared of the slide the last time we went. Everything was going great until it was time to go home, after he realized what was happening he had a total melt down. He was mad, he fought and fought as we tried to get him into his car seat. By the end of it all he was such a sad little sight. He had little tear stained checks and was looking out the window at the so sadly. I thought it was really cute, and wished I had thought to bring the camera. Take time I will.

Being Sick Sucks

I know that my title is an understatement and is very obvious, but it is true. I was sick with the flu from last Friday until yesterday. It was horrible, I hate being sick. On top of that I also have an ear infection. Feeling tons better now though. Took a couple of days off and got myself good and healthy.

My boy and Fried Green Tomatoes

My son is all Reida. I took the wife and kid to my mom's house last night for dinner and he was just acting up the entire time. First he was mad that we wouldn't let him have Grandma's cell phone and had a total melt down. Then he got mad when we wouldn't let him in the kitchen, my mom was showing me how to make fried green tomatoes and it was easier just not to have him underfoot. Finally he calmed down about the horrible atrocities of not getting his way at Grandma's house, and we ate dinner. We had bierocks and fried green tomatoes and it was so good. I am starting to drool just. Dinner went really well and as usual Willson ate a good dinner and then handed me his plate and told me he was done. I got him out of his booster chair and he ran off to play. He finished a little before the rest of us adults and decided he wanted to go outside. So he comes up to Grandma and tells her, "Come on." Then starts to pull on her finger, she asked him what he wanted and he just kept saying the same thing over and over. When she asked if he wanted to go outside he said yes and she told him to wait until she was done. Well Willson being a Reida was not going to wait, so he went and grabbed her shoes and brought them to her and then proceded to put them on her. By this time my mom was tickled pink, thinking this was so cute, and it was. So we finished up dinner and all went outside so Willson could play with his golf set.

New Post

Wow, almost a month since my last post, I would like to say it was because I was super busy, but it is really because I have been totally lazy. I guess the biggest thing to have happened was that I twisted my ankle pretty bad right after my last post. It still is sore, I am not sure at what point it should be healed. I am kind of on the fence about seeing the doctor about it, I would hate to pay $20 for her to say it was fine. Other highlights include seeing Parker and getting a chance to hang with him while he moved back to Utah. I also went fishing with Steve & Scott. It was the first time that I have ever used stink bait, and truthfully might be the last. It was down right sick, stomach turning even. I think that I will stick to regular bait and lurers.