We are all done, well I guess I should say half way done. Friday, Saturday, and part of Sunday were spent cleaning, moving and yes even almost dying-literally!
Friday morning, Nic, my FIL (father-in-law) and our good friend TJ started loading up one of our two trailers. I honestly did not realize how much crap Nic and I had. One trailer was filled with all of things we did need and the other was half way full of things that we need. Nic and I are trying to decide how in the world we came up with much crap and we think it's because of the two other times we have moved we never took the time to go through everything and see what we really need. Needless to say, after we get settled into our new house we are going to be having a garage sell-or donating more stuff to DI. ANYWAYS, Friday afternoon I leave work to help Nic finish loading the last trailer and to help transport them. We have two separate rigs to carry each trailer and since the load is to heavy for me to drive the rigs, Nic drives and I follow.
We drop of the first load perfectly fine. No problems whatsoever. 
The second trip was a little more difficult. I'm following Nic and about 1/3 of the way there I see something start bouncing down the road, I start thinking "I wonder if that's important?" Next thing I know, Nic pulls over and throws on the hazards. I do the same. Nic runs over to me and tells me that that piece that popped off is holding the wheel on and he can't drive the trailer and rig without it. He starts running through traffic to get it. Gets back and starts putting it back on. At this point, I'm not only concerned about my husband's safety but also my own. There are just so many stupid drivers out there! We were pulled over as far as we could go, with our hazard lights on but people would wait for the last possible moment to get over; so many times I braced myself for an impact. As I was watching these cars in my rear-view mirror I saw a old blue Toyota coming at me pretty fast, with a moving truck right next to him. The next thing I know, he barely flys around me (causing my car to shake) and BARELY misses Nic who is bent down fixing the tire. Now, when I say barely, I mean B A R E L Y misses Nic (Nic says he felt the car)-had he been out just a little more he would have gotten hit. After the car flys by Nic stands up and gives me that look of Did I almost get hit? All big-eyed and mouth open I nod my head yes. I wanted to chase down the car, but I figured it would be a waste as there isn't a whole heck of a lot that I could have done besides give them a good butt-chewing for being the biggest idiot alive. Four hours and a smoking tire later we're able to get the second trailer to our destination.
Saturday was all about cleaning. Morning, noon and night that's what we did. I was in charge of scrubbing our floors (kitchen and bathroom); cleaning baseboards, fridge, oven, windows, bathroom and walls. Nic did all the sweeping, polishing of wood floors, taking garbage out and a ton of other things, but oh my goodness! I was so sore by nights end. I could barely lift my arms (did I fail to mention that the next day I would be having a photo shoot?!), and my wrists, fingers and knees were all swollen. The thing that was really crappy about cleaning the baseboards was that whoever painted before we moved in was not too smart. The used the wrong kind of paint because when I started scrubbing the paint washed off. . .it got to the point of Nic just telling me not to worry about it and do the best job I could. By 9 pm there were still things that needed to be done, but neither Nic or I had the energy to do them and I could barely move. We went over to Mel and TJ's to relax and get some food. When we headed over to my SIL's house, we realized that we didn't have the key but she had told us that the side door to the garage would be unlocked. Nic jumped the fence and found the door locked, so then we had to drive out to his parents house. We were nice and comfortable in a bed at 2:30 am. Exhausting, huh? On Sunday, Nic went and finished the house by himself. Being the kind and loving husband that he is, he wanted me to be well rested so my arms wouldn't be sore for the shoot.
Saturday was all about cleaning. Morning, noon and night that's what we did. I was in charge of scrubbing our floors (kitchen and bathroom); cleaning baseboards, fridge, oven, windows, bathroom and walls. Nic did all the sweeping, polishing of wood floors, taking garbage out and a ton of other things, but oh my goodness! I was so sore by nights end. I could barely lift my arms (did I fail to mention that the next day I would be having a photo shoot?!), and my wrists, fingers and knees were all swollen. The thing that was really crappy about cleaning the baseboards was that whoever painted before we moved in was not too smart. The used the wrong kind of paint because when I started scrubbing the paint washed off. . .it got to the point of Nic just telling me not to worry about it and do the best job I could. By 9 pm there were still things that needed to be done, but neither Nic or I had the energy to do them and I could barely move. We went over to Mel and TJ's to relax and get some food. When we headed over to my SIL's house, we realized that we didn't have the key but she had told us that the side door to the garage would be unlocked. Nic jumped the fence and found the door locked, so then we had to drive out to his parents house. We were nice and comfortable in a bed at 2:30 am. Exhausting, huh? On Sunday, Nic went and finished the house by himself. Being the kind and loving husband that he is, he wanted me to be well rested so my arms wouldn't be sore for the shoot.
To end on a happy note: at 11:30 am MST, Nic and I will OFFICIALLY be home-owners. You can now join me in my happy dance!
5 comments:
Thats so exciting Elaine! Congrats on being a new home owner. Sucks to move though.
What the heck? And people say that Californians are the worst drivers...I completly know what you mean about how rude people can be when driving....when I see that I have to get over, I get over as far over as possible, if I have to I get into the other lane. Ill give you the happy dance for all the hard work you and Nic did and that Nic is alive. :) :0) :)
yikes, scary close encounters with bad drivers and exhausting cleaning tales. is that picture with the boxes your new house?!?
nope, it's not our new house with the boxes. Nor is it our old house. I wish it was our new house though. I LOVE the way it looks.
I love the fake moving pictures! :)
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