I have no blog…no life really under the IT Nazis here. Therefore, I am wondering how Thanksgiving was for everyone. Below is a brief summary of our crazy week. We miss you guys! Is it time for a reunion?
We moved into the new home two weeks ago. It was an exciting time followed by frustration, cursing, and endless hours of honey dooos that has me near insanity. We still don’t know what switches go with what lights and if I hang another picture or toilet paper holder so help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really is nice though to have the extra space and realize that this is likely our last move for a while. The unpacking is the unpleasant part. And seriously, where in the hell did we get all of this crap?
Unfortunately it turned cold right before the thanksgiving, which killed any plans of outdoor activities (I was still able to do a hot lap or two on the KTM though). Our family has grown so much lately (mom and dad, four children and spouses, and eight grandchildren = 17) that my parents moved dinner into the garage. OK, you might be a red neck if thanksgiving dinner is in the garage! It was interesting; you could almost hear each other over the steady humming of the propane heaters. Good times.
As we were preparing to leave for Thanksgiving dinner we had quite the event at our house. I was busy loading the back of the Expedition. The builder had just installed the garage door openers and this is quite an attraction for the boys, especially the adorable ball of constant energy Jerett, our second born. I had opened the back glass and had loaded a few items, but decided to open the back cargo door to the expedition for easier access. Instead of closing the glass first I simply opened the door as well. Picture if you will the door open to about 6 feet with the class open another two feet up from that. As I turned to return to the house I was informed by Jerett as he is pushing the button that he is opening the garage door for me. I screamed no, but it was too late, the door was on its way up. At this point I now realize that I had three viable options. 1: I could stick my foot in front of the sensors and hope that the door stopped its upward decent. 2: I could pull the red release cord directly above my head that would have disconnected the door from the chain driven track pulling it upward. 3: I could have ran to the button and pushed stop. 4: I could foolishly turn and try to pull down the glass door before the garage door reached it and risk severe injury with breaking glass if I was not quick enough intercept the impending collision of glass and garage door.
Well, yes, I chose number 4. Just as I go my hand on the back glass the garage door made contact and the back glass exploded like a bomb spraying glass in every direction. This explosion would have made any Palestinian proud. As I surveyed the garage Jerett began to scream you're dying! The glass had cut up my face and hands and the blood was beginning to flow. I tried to console him that everything was alright, but he was not buying it. He ran into the house screaming “I killed moms car and dad is dying!” Needless to say this got Kate’s attention. I was somewhat flattered by the attention until Kate told me to get out of her house because I was dripping blood on her tile. She has a way with words.
Well, we picked the glass out and bandaged the wounds and were off to Thanksgiving dinner. I am still picking glass out of the skin. I haven’t looked this bad since the infamous haircut three months ago!
Hope all is well with you all. I would love to hear the latest. If any of you are in the area come visit us. We actually have a guest room now and Jerett can help you with the garage doors!
Gotta run. I need to call my insurance agent.
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