Buckle Down

Because this blog is not only for "keeping up with our lives" purposes, it is also to seal our stories in cyberspace for our future kido's. Therefore, all your readers out there, I am going to catch you up on a few of our tales from Crystal River so far.

Lets begin by us moving down here. Chris begins by telling me that I need to go and pick up the U-Haul truck his company so kindly pays for. hahahah is what I said back. riiiiighhhht....ME, go pick up the truck? That's Dads job. wait. I don't live with a Dad anymore. wait. Then thats the husbands job. wait. He's the one that works during the day and got us into this lifestyle that requires me to, you know, drive large trucks, pay our bills, fix cars, and carry large heavy objects like couches down 2 flights of stairs. HA! No problem honey! I can do this. So I arrive to pick up our 15ft U-haul truck that will carry us and all our worldly possessions to the opposite end of the United States. No problem, yet again. The U-haul man was so nice and I totally had everything under control. Its like riding a bike, right? He puts little stickers on the outside of the truck to indicate the dents and marks that people had previously done driving it so when we would turn it in, they would know that we didn't make those dents and marks. How kind of him! Ok so I climb on in, put my foot on the gas petal thinking it was the break and roar the ingine "VVVVRRRROOOOMMM!". oops. I totally know what I'm doing. As I drive away I shout out the window, "sorry!" to the kind U-Haul man that was probably shaking his head saying, "This girl needs a Dad". Ok so Im going, going, going down the road and I know I have 3 turn to make. Just remember Jennigray this thing is tall and long. 1 down, 2 to go. No problem. 2 down, 1 to go. I see the house. As I look down the road at the house, I think, 'this thing is fun! maybe i'll go whip it around the block'. No problem, right? No, jennigray just get it home. Ok so I decided to just pull it up on the other side of the street (without hitting the curb) and that would be that. No problem. Chris will be so proud. As I pull to a stop. BOOM! My face turns red, "Oh crap" (sorry mom, at least i didn't say the real word) comes out of my mouth. I get out and to my horrified eyes I see above me, the tree that I so confidently went under had this branch that was ever so slightly jutting out had made a huge gaping dent in the top of the truck. Don't freak out, don't freak out. Ok you can handle this. what to do, what to do. First climb on top of the truck and pull out the large chuck of tree in the dent that came from the brach that decided to every so slightly stick out! UHHH!! Ok, check. That looks better. Now go inside the back of the truck and attempt to kick out with foot the large gaping dent left there by tree that ever so slightly stuck out. UUHH!! Ok, check. That looks better. Now the next thought in my mind is...my newlywed spirt comes out..."to tell amazing husband that would have never done this in a million years, or NOT to tell amazing husband that would have never done this in a million years." No, he'll never notice! Yes, of course he'll notice! Ok what can i do...man I wish I had just one more of those stickers that that kind U-Haul man put on the bad spots of the truck....WAIT....yessss...mmmuuuhahahah. Now that sticker right there doesn't need to cover that teeny-weenie little scratch. That sticker belongs on a much laRGER STRACH or DENT that was created by a TREE. There we go! That will fix that! They will never know when we turn it in that we (I) did that! HA! Take that U-Haul! Chris won't even know! So I decided to let things just play out when he got home. Guess what the first thing out of my mouth was when he got home. yep. marriage, it'll do that to you. "I didn't see it! I promise! It was just sticking out! BOOM! I didn't mean to! I was doing so good! BOOM! Stupid tree! Stupid me! Im sorry! BOOM!" The most beautiful sound came out of his mouth when he saw it. Laughter. Good ole fashioned laughter. I almost cried, I was so relieved. I mean I couldn't really see him getting raging mad at me in the first place, but for peets sake we had only been married 3 months and I had know idea what the kid would do! All he said was "I don't care, I'm not paying for it." HA! Take that tree! yeaaa, were not paying for it anyways! He also thought it was hilarious that I so cleverly moved a sticker to try and make it seem like I didn't do it. I didn't think it was funny, I thought it was good ole common sense my mama gave me! As it turns out, when we got down here, we just turned it in. Ha, it worked! They didn't say anything! I think they felt sorry for me because I looked a little rough and was half-conscience due to exhaustion from moving and unloading. But this is one of many stories that we have, of me mostly, doing something dumb. There's many more to come.

JCH

p.s. my amazing husband that wouldn't have done that in a million years said the he would have probably hit the brach too. :)