Forgot to Pack
When we were packing for The Love Nest, we forgot a few necessities.

No silverware. Oops!

But even more disturbing…no wine glasses!
I’m off to go shopping to remedy both of these problems.
When we were packing for The Love Nest, we forgot a few necessities.

No silverware. Oops!

But even more disturbing…no wine glasses!
I’m off to go shopping to remedy both of these problems.
Yep, our old refrigerator that we had in the garage died. I know, a bit extravagant to have two fridges, but we do have 5 boys! It was so nice to have that extra fridge to hold extra gallons of milk, soda, two turkeys at Thanksgiving, etc. Anyway, it died last summer. No, not the summer we JUST finished, summer of 07.
I do miss having the extra space though.
So after I complained about how I wanted my garage back, SuperGuy decided the old refridgerator could go. We called the trash guys up for a $30 appliance pick up. Okay, whatever, just get it out of my garage.

First there was much discussion about the whole process. Males. Have to over think every project.

We have to take off the doors because we’re safety first people like that.

A little give

A little take.
Or more loosely translated:
“Do you have it?”
“No! Do you?”

Then they have to navigate through the mess that is the garage. No sympathy from me here. None.

“Hey, how about some help here! It’s heavy!”

Then there were the anxious moments of threading it between the cars and down the driveway. Do NOT hit the truck!

Finally the refrigerator was out by the street for the trash guys to pick up. You know, if they do. Because I do have a lot of issues with my trash guys.

And the Geeky One is my favorite! (okay, you all know that I call each one of the boys my favorite, right? Well, sometimes I don’t. You know, when they’ve done something like forget to call me when you get there!)
Anyway, the trash guys DID pick up this old fridge. But I’m still not seeing signs of a cleaned out garage…
I’ve told you about some of our, well, strange family traditions. Like shooting Easter eggs with a slingshot. Just a bit unusual. Not too bad though, right?
Well, we have another one.

This cute little monster who sits up on a bookshelf in the hallway. If you push his head he randomly says silly sayings. Well, the saying that we like the most is “Hi, I’m Mike. With one “eye”. Get it?” Yes, it’s stupid, but for some reason it cracks me up. It became our favorite saying. So we now push the monster’s head when we walk by. Only one push. You “win” if he says “Hi, I’m Mike. With one eye. Get it?” You lose if he says any other saying.
Yes, it’s an actual competition we have going on here. I’ve been known to breeze down into the family room and just say “I win.” SuperGuy doesn’t even blink an eye.
He knows what I’m talking about.
So besides competing on our Easter egg slingshots, we compete on who randomly gets the “winning” saying from Mike the monster. I think SuperGuy lies sometimes when he says he won though…he says it entirely too often…
As an aside, heads up, Michelle Willingham, my friend. I spy your Her Irish Warrior book right above the monster’s head. Michelle writes awesome historicals and has a great blog where she keeps me laughing about her oh so adorable kids and the things they say and do.
Where was I??? Oh, yes. We also have things thing about cows. And hanging monkeys. But those are posts for another day. What about you? Does your family have any silly things they do like this? Anyone? Someone? We can’t be the only family out there with such strange bizarre a tad unusual traditions.
(still working on the Photo of the Month post. It takes a long time to do it up. Maybe tomorrow, but more likely on Friday.)