Day 21

Good day everybody. Today was an interesting day. When Erin went to work, and dropped Zoe off at day care, I went back to sleep. I intended to make it to class on time, but of course, I over slept. Erin came in and mentioned that it was just after two. "Shit!" I said, jumping up and getting dressed. It really didn't surprise me about over sleeping. Lately with either working, or having stuff I need to do, oversleeping seems to be pretty common. oh well. Well, I jumped up, got dressed, and headed out. The biggest reason for going to class today was getting some help from the teacher about the online library. Otherwise, we were just working on the paper in class on our own. So, I got to class even though I was a half hour late.

At class I found out what I needed to know. Plus I found another article to include information about. All in all, it went pretty well for only making half the class. As I left, I texted Erin telling her I was on my way home. As soon as I pulled into the driveway and got out of the truck, I looked at the time. It was 3:15. Today was Lex's swim class day, and we had to pick her up at 3:30. So, I got back in the truck, and texted Erin saying "Actaully nvm, I'm going to pick Lex up." She texted back "Thank you!" While I was waiting for Lex to get out of school, I called the National Guard Recruiter back. He had called when I was asleep before class and left a message. I'm officially scheduled to take my certificate of discharge from the military and meet with him tomorrow morning. I wonder what will happen. I guess we will see.

After leaving the school, we stopped home temporarily so Lex could get changed into her swim suit. Zoe was down for a nap, and Erin was asleep in the recliner, so I figured I would take Lex. Beforehand though, we both grabbed a small snack and a drink. On the way there, I mentioned that there might be a possibility of going to DQ. She perked up, getting a huge smile on her face. She was like "really! Woohoo!" I said, "But it depends on you. It depends on if you remember what you, me, and your mother talked about last week. Do you remember what that was?" She was like, "Yup, not to fool around too much, and to pay attention." I was like "Correct. If you remember that, then we may get ice cream afterwards. ;)" Sure enough! She was pretty much the most well behaved student in her swim class. A few of the other girls tried to splash her and she turned and said "Please stop." I was so proud of her. After doing one of the drills, she would turn to glance in my direction. I'd give her a thumbs up and a big smile, and she would beam.

It's nice to see her in things that she enjoys, and that she can do really well. So when we walked out of her swim practice, she was like "So? Can we go get ice cream?" I gotta say, DQ really overdoes it with their serving size. Don't get me wrong, I mean it is really freaking good! It's just, wow. Even the guy that handed me Erin's and my waffle cones said "Wow, thats a lot of ice cream!" When the guy giving you your treat says that, you know it must be true. He works there after all! So we came home, and everyone sat down to enjoy their delicious treat. Zoe always enjoys anything sweet and tasty. She says "thank you" more now. She was taking a bite, and part of it fell in her lap while she was sitting up in her high chair. I folded up two paper towels and layed them in her lap, and she was like "tankyu dadda." I was like "you're welcome sweetheart!" So adoreable at times. Then I told Erin I was going to go out and get started on mowing the lawn. Right as I was about to finish that I made a decision. After I finished it, I put the mower away and figured "I might as well go ahead and kill myself moving the furniture from the garage into the spare room." I figured it has been out there for a few weeks, I have been meaning to do it, and if I didn't do it while I was motivated to do so, it would be hard to get the motivation to get it done later this week.

I loaded the huge Armoir (I probably massacred that word, but I did my best.) onto the dolly, and worked it around till I was at the stairs just outside the front door. I hollered out for Erin to give me a hand, and she started clapping. LOL! She was like "Get it? I'm giving you a hand!" Ha ha. Such a comedian. ;) So ANYWAY ;) She came out, and getting that armoir up the steps with the dolly was so much a pain in the ass that we had ally get a blanket that we could just lay the armoir down on and drag it in. That worked pretty well. We made it almost up to the landing on the stairs and we were at a stand still. We called one of our good friends and asked if he wouldn't mind giving us a hand for about 5 minutes. He of course was more than willing to come. With his help, we got it in the room. Then he even helped me bring up a few other bulky pieces. To thank him, we gave him a container filled with a decent amount of brisket. What better way to thank someone with something nice, for doing something nice, other than something nice and totally delicious? ;)

Well, after he left, Lex kept grabbing small wooden pieces for the bed we were bringing up, and Erin and I brought up the mattress and box spring. When we were bringing up the box spring, all I can say is this. Oh, My, Freaking, Gosh. That thing was more of a pain than the armoir. It got caught half way up and it took forever for us to budge it. Finally we did, and we got it the rest of the way upstairs. Then we got the mattress in. By this point, my back was killing me. Sometime through out all of this, my lower back (which I injured while in the Air Force) flared up REALLY bad again. I'm talking, depending on the pain level, I can't stand up straight. When it happenned, Erin called our friend Sherri, who is a massage therapist (pretty reasonable too, and very good at her job) and told her what had just happenned. I'm now scheduled for 3PM on Wednesday.

Erin had set something out to thaw as far as dinner was concerned, but by the time we were done, it was around 9 oclock and we were both like "ORDERING OUT!" We put buffy on the tv, and then both got onto our characters on World of Warcraft and just relaxed. It was hard relaxing, mainly because my back hurts pretty bad. I think when this happened in the Air Force, I went to a physical therapist and they did some little thing, something in my back popped, suddenly the pain was gone. I'm hoping that this will go away quickly. Finally, Finally, FINALLY I made it out of Stormwind. After just a little running, I found creatures that were even higher level than me, and I was leveling up faster than I had been recently where I started from. So, after I leveled up easily to level 13, and a quarter of the way to level 14, I met up with Erin. We both learned the flight path for where we were at, and I traded her some silver so she could fly to storm wind. I took that opportunity to log off that character and log onto my brand new character. I decided I would create a warlock. I vaguely remember having a warlock back in the day, and decided why not. Why should I only have just one character. I don't think I would want to have 5 or whatever, but 2? Sure!

The funny thing was, I only played the character for probably 30 minutes and then i was already on level 3. Erin mentioned that she was going to sign off and go upstairs to take a shower, and I decided I would log off and get my entry done for the night. So, time to close.

In closing, everything isn't done on the list we wrote out yet. However, things, BIG things have been taken care of, and I am happy about that. For instance, moving the furniture in, getting bedrooms more permanently set up than they were, etc. To me, that was something big that I had been dreading doing, and now it is done! DONE DONE DONE! WOOHOO! Another funny thing is, I joked around with Erin saying "Ok, now I won't be doing any more physical jobs for at least a few weeks again." It seems to be a trend. I do one, two, or three physical jobs, be it staining floors, moving stuff, getting rid of stuff, cleaning up the basement after the sewer backed up, etc. Then I take a little while till I can get myself to do the next round of jobs. Laziness? Maybe at least partly. But, whenever I set out to do those little odd jobs, and actually get them done, it helps. I feel so much better (with the exceptino of my aching back), but otherwise, I'm good. Better than good right now. I know Erin is much happier. She has been wanting me to get those things moved in the house for a few weeks. So for tonight the lesson is this. Never be afraid of manual labor. Sometimes the harder the job is, the better you feel when you have successfully completed it. I don't like moving, or hard jobs, but at the same time they need to get done. Not to mention the added perk of being emotionally lifted. So there you have it. I will write more for you tomorrow.

Thanks for being here!

CB