Thursday, September 27, 2007

Moves

Sunday, two friends came over and helped move Jordy's bedroom suite. She helped for a while, but then had to leave for work. Jordy seems to have a magical ability to produce...stuff, and then, to make it disappear when she needs or wants it. I love that girl.

Anyway, with all three boy scout types here, no one had rope. We loaded everything on an eight-foot trailer, and it appeared to be wedged in fairly well, and headed out for The Nook. We had just pulled out of Little Momma's subdivision when our tow vehicle flashed its lights at us in the lead car.

It seems the mattress and the box mattress started to shake pretty violently almost immediately, so I ended up riding in the trailer, holding onto the mattress with one hand, and the box mattress with the other. I was feeling my inner redneck breaking free, I can tell you.

We made it to The Nook (only two miles away) with only the loss of my Molon Labe hat (later recovered).

That night, we had our first guests, as Doug, Faith, Christina and Scott dropped by to socialize and watch a movie. Everyone had a great time, and I finally, finally crunched into some Fiery Habanero Doritos. I've been trying to get my hands on these since before I left for Afghanistan. Doritos seems to be going nuts with the flavors now- I'm pretty sure they have Chocolate Chip Muenster Cheese now- but the Fiery Habanero Doritos are the best Doritos ever. Really. Spicy but not overwhelming, and flavorful. Great with red wine or a bubbly soda.

3 comments:

phlegmfatale said...

wow - habanero doritos sound wonderful! I haven't seen those, but having had braces recently, I'm sorta weaned off the chip aisle.

Congrats on the move- it's such a pain, innit? But at least it's not SO bad if all your stuff would fit in a place described as a "nook."

Shard said...

"I was feeling my inner redneck breaking free"

Dude, it's called the Force. It is strong in you. Use it. ;-)

Matt G said...

"It seems the mattress and the box mattress started to shake pretty violently almost immediately, so I ended up riding in the trailer, holding onto the mattress with one hand, and the box mattress with the other."

Ow. My aching, clenched jaw.

Dammit, John, you know how many guys end up on the pavement doing that stuff?

Well, I don't either.

But it's a lot, I can tell you that.

We need more John Shirleys in the world. Please take care of mine. Ours. Yours. Whatever.

(And no 550 cord in the trunk or glove box? Bow your head in shame, Grasshopper!)

:)


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