Can I just take a second to thank my mother for putting up with our mess and my father for putting up with my mother. I'm happy to say we are out of my parents house and into our own. I am also happy to say that everybody made it out alive.
The actual moving experience was good. We moved fairly quickly since all of our belongings were in the garage. Of course it had to rain, it wouldn't be moving day with out a little rain. And we picked up Heather to help.
We didn't have the kids with us so Cary, Heather, Doggy and I piled in the Uhaul. As we were unloading. Cary and Heather were carrying on, like they normally do. I swear they are just like siblings. I was in the truck literally throwing things. When you move as much as I do, you don't care if something breaks... OK, you do care... you just care less. Anyway, I threw out one of Jaxson's tents that look like a school bus. It has a little steering wheel and windows and doors, and Cary caught it, but after he caught it he unfolded it and put it on. To make things even weirder, Heather jumped in there with him and they started driving it around the garage. Making little car sounds and Heather said she was on the short bus. You know those moments in life that are just meant for you and your friends and somebody, an "outsider" sees one of those moments? That was Cary and Heather, our new neighbors walked up to greet us for the first time when they were dancing around the garage in their short bus. What a way to meet the neighbors! I was just happy that it wasn't me. It usually is.
After we got done with the Uhaul we ran to Wal-Mart. Let me just say, there is nothing like three grown adults in a Uhaul that need a shower.
The next day we moved the rest of our things. The make ready guy was still working on the house when we arrived. Every time Cary said anything about unloading the Uhaul, the guy came running in to ask Cary to help with something. After almost two hours of trying to get unpacked, my con artist husband pulled the guy aside and ended up with three beers and $30. Only Cary.
We finally got everything in the garage and my mom came over to help paint. Little did I know that I needed her to pep talk me before I cleaned the bathroom. How come black hair is the worst thing you can find in your drain? On a woman it's exotic and beautiful, but when it's stuck to your bath tub it makes you want to vomit. The worst part is, is that the black hair is everywhere. In the tub, toilet, the kitchen! But it gets even better, in the master bathroom. We had those shower doors, you know the ones that slide. I couldn't even look at them they were so nasty so I had Cary pull them off. Under the metal there was mold and BLACK HAIR. I'm surrounded.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Cary Bishop's Day Off
Interesting day, to say the least. The day started normal and boring. Coffee, breakfast, facebook. I usually do all those things at once. I decided I should start cleaning up and putting things together because we're moving at the end of this week.
By my third load of laundry I was feeling anxious, bored. Cary is working nights now so I decided he needed to be ambushed to relieve my boredom. Like any loving, caring wife I walked into the bedroom quietly. And I body slammed him. One of the many things that I love about my husband is that he's not stupid, he was actually ready for me and countered my attack. After our morning wrestling session (get your head out of the gutter) I got the kids ready to go out for the day.
We wanted to say hi to Grandma, and since she is a door greeter at Wal-Mart that's were we headed. As soon as we got in the car Evelyn fell asleep. When we pulled up to Wal-Mart, Cary decided to just run in the store since the baby was still asleep. After waiting, for it seemed like, forever I got in the driver seat to drive around the parking. I got to the second set of doors and I heard a blood curtailing scream and saw this kid (I say kid, but he was probley 20ish) running with a purse. At first I thought it was a couple of kids goofing around and decided it wasn't my business. Until the kid ran around the store to the back. I was on high alert and punched the gas to catch up to him. I was up next to him and I was going to open my door, Starkey and Hutch style but he turned a different direction. I actually thought of hitting him with my car, but remembered that hitting a person with your car is sort of illegal... He put his hands up like he was about to give up. I said "Give the the purse or go to jail, your choice" and I swear he was about to throw the purse and jet but instead she took off WITH the purse. DAMMIT! I couldn't get to him, he was gone. I dwelled on it for the rest of the day.
Cary told me how stupid I was for going after the guy, but I could tell he liked his little pit bull of a wife. He drove around until I was able to calm down, he even drove behind all the stores so I would feel like I did something. I knew Cary knew the guy was long gone but I loved how he humored me.
We ended up at Eldon Lion Park to talk a stroll, get the kids out in the sun. Did you know that the squirrels in that park will come up to you? It was the strangest thing. Jaxson would get behind the little animals and scare them. The squirrels must have gotten together because they started chasing him, and then Cary. There is nothing in this world funnier than a 6'4" man running from squirrels.
By my third load of laundry I was feeling anxious, bored. Cary is working nights now so I decided he needed to be ambushed to relieve my boredom. Like any loving, caring wife I walked into the bedroom quietly. And I body slammed him. One of the many things that I love about my husband is that he's not stupid, he was actually ready for me and countered my attack. After our morning wrestling session (get your head out of the gutter) I got the kids ready to go out for the day.
We wanted to say hi to Grandma, and since she is a door greeter at Wal-Mart that's were we headed. As soon as we got in the car Evelyn fell asleep. When we pulled up to Wal-Mart, Cary decided to just run in the store since the baby was still asleep. After waiting, for it seemed like, forever I got in the driver seat to drive around the parking. I got to the second set of doors and I heard a blood curtailing scream and saw this kid (I say kid, but he was probley 20ish) running with a purse. At first I thought it was a couple of kids goofing around and decided it wasn't my business. Until the kid ran around the store to the back. I was on high alert and punched the gas to catch up to him. I was up next to him and I was going to open my door, Starkey and Hutch style but he turned a different direction. I actually thought of hitting him with my car, but remembered that hitting a person with your car is sort of illegal... He put his hands up like he was about to give up. I said "Give the the purse or go to jail, your choice" and I swear he was about to throw the purse and jet but instead she took off WITH the purse. DAMMIT! I couldn't get to him, he was gone. I dwelled on it for the rest of the day.
Cary told me how stupid I was for going after the guy, but I could tell he liked his little pit bull of a wife. He drove around until I was able to calm down, he even drove behind all the stores so I would feel like I did something. I knew Cary knew the guy was long gone but I loved how he humored me.
We ended up at Eldon Lion Park to talk a stroll, get the kids out in the sun. Did you know that the squirrels in that park will come up to you? It was the strangest thing. Jaxson would get behind the little animals and scare them. The squirrels must have gotten together because they started chasing him, and then Cary. There is nothing in this world funnier than a 6'4" man running from squirrels.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Moving Weekend, Part 1
It's official, I live in my parents garage. Hopefully our house will be ready in a few weeks, I just don't know if my body is willing to move all my crap again in such a short time.
On Friday Cary and I headed down to Beebe. My parents said they would watch the kids, so it was a child free weekend. It sounded great in our heads, but we miss our little rug rats. In true Bishop fashion, since it was moving weekend, it started to rain. All the way to Arkansas it was pouring down rain. And it wasn't just rain, it was monster rain drops. The kind of rain drops that want to eat your soul. When we pulled up to our house the rain dispersed and we started to put our things into boxes, cleaning the house, all and all got the house ready for the moving truck. In a stroke of brilliance I decided we should try to find the Budget Truck rental location. Turns out, you should make sure you have the correct address before you try to find where you're supposed to be. We spent 45 minuets trying to find the stupid place just to find out we weren't even in the right city.
The next morning, with the right address, we got our truck. We were even on time. The only people we had to help move us were... Cary and me... Even though I'm very experienced with moving I still hate doing it. I really truly HATE my couches. They are heavy, and I loathe the very thought of moving them again when we move into our Oklahoma house. On our way out of the front door with my stupid sleeper sofa, the wasps decided to come out and chase us. Cary was off the front porch and put the couch down right by the wasps nest! I was stuck between the couch and the front door. I didn't know I could jump that high and move that fast. I was NOT going to get stung. I jumped over the couch and was out by the street before Cary even started to laugh at me.
After a full day of moving everything we own in a 24' truck we headed back to Oklahoma. We made it all the way to Shawnee and had to pull over. We were so tired. Lucky us, we got to stay in a Motel 6. After getting the moving truck, gas, and food, that was all we could afford. Not too big of a deal since the kids weren't with us and we were so tired it didn't make a difference which hotel we stayed in, as long as it had a bed we were good. The walls were paper thin and half the night we heard, this very loud man, talking. I was half asleep so I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I wanted to slap him until he shut up. After I fell into a deep sleep I heard a baby crying. I all but kicked Cary out of the bed because I thought Evelyn was crying. I hate being that tired, but most of all I hate when people wake me up.
When we woke up our tummy's were rumbling. We were right off the highway and there is always a McDonald's off the highway. Since he was in a huge truck we went inside. I rolled down the window for Doggy, got my bag, and went inside. While Cary was ordering I got a table, hung my bag on my chair and fixed my coffee. After my delicious breakfast burrito we headed back out for the short 50 minuet drive to Oklahoma City.
I was so excited to see my babies, Jaxson ran out of the house and jumped in my arms. My dad gave me the left over money I had left them, and I put it in my back pocket. After I said my hellos and gave my kisses I ran into the bedroom to fix their Easter baskets. I put them on the front porch and went to the car to get my bag, were my camera is. I opened the door and it wasn't there. With a puzzled look on my face I walked in the house to see if I put it somewhere else. Nobody has seen it, so I went to the car again. Oh. My. Gosh. I left my bag WITH MY CAMERA in the McDonald's in Shawnee! I thought I was going to hyperventilate. Cary jumped on his phone to call the McDonald's and nobody would answer. I was thinking of the worst possible thing, that somebody stole my camera and how devastated I would be. After about 20 phone calls with no answer, somebody finally answered the phone, found my bag and the camera was still in it. I had a sigh of relief. I stuck my hand in my back pocket to retrieve the left over money so we could put gas in the car. And the money was gone. WHAT!? I looked in all my pockets, under the bed, in the car, in the moving truck, the garage. You name it, it was over turned. When I got done tearing up the garage I turned around to go inside. The handle on the door didn't turn but I was still walking and walked smack in the garage door. What is it with me, when I'm upset, and doors? It made me mad enough to turn around and walk threw the front lawn instead of the garage. And there was my money laying in the grass. We went to Shawnee to get my camera back in my possession, I was never so happy to see it.
I'm glad this weekend is O V E R. I feel blessed that we're back where we belong and that everything made it, even my camera and gas money. Now we start the count down for our new house!
On Friday Cary and I headed down to Beebe. My parents said they would watch the kids, so it was a child free weekend. It sounded great in our heads, but we miss our little rug rats. In true Bishop fashion, since it was moving weekend, it started to rain. All the way to Arkansas it was pouring down rain. And it wasn't just rain, it was monster rain drops. The kind of rain drops that want to eat your soul. When we pulled up to our house the rain dispersed and we started to put our things into boxes, cleaning the house, all and all got the house ready for the moving truck. In a stroke of brilliance I decided we should try to find the Budget Truck rental location. Turns out, you should make sure you have the correct address before you try to find where you're supposed to be. We spent 45 minuets trying to find the stupid place just to find out we weren't even in the right city.
The next morning, with the right address, we got our truck. We were even on time. The only people we had to help move us were... Cary and me... Even though I'm very experienced with moving I still hate doing it. I really truly HATE my couches. They are heavy, and I loathe the very thought of moving them again when we move into our Oklahoma house. On our way out of the front door with my stupid sleeper sofa, the wasps decided to come out and chase us. Cary was off the front porch and put the couch down right by the wasps nest! I was stuck between the couch and the front door. I didn't know I could jump that high and move that fast. I was NOT going to get stung. I jumped over the couch and was out by the street before Cary even started to laugh at me.
After a full day of moving everything we own in a 24' truck we headed back to Oklahoma. We made it all the way to Shawnee and had to pull over. We were so tired. Lucky us, we got to stay in a Motel 6. After getting the moving truck, gas, and food, that was all we could afford. Not too big of a deal since the kids weren't with us and we were so tired it didn't make a difference which hotel we stayed in, as long as it had a bed we were good. The walls were paper thin and half the night we heard, this very loud man, talking. I was half asleep so I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I wanted to slap him until he shut up. After I fell into a deep sleep I heard a baby crying. I all but kicked Cary out of the bed because I thought Evelyn was crying. I hate being that tired, but most of all I hate when people wake me up.
When we woke up our tummy's were rumbling. We were right off the highway and there is always a McDonald's off the highway. Since he was in a huge truck we went inside. I rolled down the window for Doggy, got my bag, and went inside. While Cary was ordering I got a table, hung my bag on my chair and fixed my coffee. After my delicious breakfast burrito we headed back out for the short 50 minuet drive to Oklahoma City.
I was so excited to see my babies, Jaxson ran out of the house and jumped in my arms. My dad gave me the left over money I had left them, and I put it in my back pocket. After I said my hellos and gave my kisses I ran into the bedroom to fix their Easter baskets. I put them on the front porch and went to the car to get my bag, were my camera is. I opened the door and it wasn't there. With a puzzled look on my face I walked in the house to see if I put it somewhere else. Nobody has seen it, so I went to the car again. Oh. My. Gosh. I left my bag WITH MY CAMERA in the McDonald's in Shawnee! I thought I was going to hyperventilate. Cary jumped on his phone to call the McDonald's and nobody would answer. I was thinking of the worst possible thing, that somebody stole my camera and how devastated I would be. After about 20 phone calls with no answer, somebody finally answered the phone, found my bag and the camera was still in it. I had a sigh of relief. I stuck my hand in my back pocket to retrieve the left over money so we could put gas in the car. And the money was gone. WHAT!? I looked in all my pockets, under the bed, in the car, in the moving truck, the garage. You name it, it was over turned. When I got done tearing up the garage I turned around to go inside. The handle on the door didn't turn but I was still walking and walked smack in the garage door. What is it with me, when I'm upset, and doors? It made me mad enough to turn around and walk threw the front lawn instead of the garage. And there was my money laying in the grass. We went to Shawnee to get my camera back in my possession, I was never so happy to see it.
I'm glad this weekend is O V E R. I feel blessed that we're back where we belong and that everything made it, even my camera and gas money. Now we start the count down for our new house!
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