Last week, Daddy met up with his friends and their little girl to take the baby to the Phoenix Children's Museum while Mommy was at work and Sister was in school. They had a blast! Here is the evidence to support my theory.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I Spoke Too Soon...........
Do you remember the other day when I posted about Nick's little adventure in the mud? Well it seems I spoke a little too soon.....
We all have bad days.
Days when nothing seems to want to work out right.
For me it's usually the days when the kids are acting like a couple of lunatics, Daddy is working late, and I just want a little peace and quiet. For Nick though, it is always vehicle related. Pretty much always.
Last week he got his truck stuck in the mud in the middle of a rainy work-night (see previous post). I thought that story would be the end of the muddy adventures.
I was wrong.
He insisted on taking the truck out yet again last week with his friends. He managed to make it out of the mud but not without a few technical difficulties. So on Friday evening he spent the entire night working on the truck, taking branches out of the suspension, cleaning off the mud so he could get the truck in tip top shape for Saturday. Because the third time is the charm right?
Right.
Saturday comes.....as they do.....and off they go.
I must preface this with my explanation as to why I never go on these adventures in the mud. Mostly it's because Nick scares me. His driving is.....let's just say....unique. I have no desire to sit in the truck and see a never ending replay of my life flashing before my eyes while he has his fun. Nah, I'll just stay home. Thanks anyway. Plus, if God forbid something bad happens, we both can't get ourselves hurt!
Back to Saturday. Off they go. Four guys. Two trucks. One camera.
Now this is the part in my little tale where things get interesting. Thing is.......I wasn't there. I only know the aftermath. But it is my duty to do my best recounting the story, for historical reasons.
They were having a blast. They made their very own dirt course. Drifting the trucks going a good 35+mph. Getting good and muddy. They even made a new friend. Chasing each other around a light pole having a grand ol' time.
Until Cj had a little setback. He somehow managed to hit a bush. You wouldn't immediately think a bush could really do any damage...but of course it did. A branch pierced his radiator and it started leaking everywhere. So his driving for the day seemed to be over.
Seemed to be.
Being the good friend Nick is, he was taking the guys around in turns. But seeing how bummed Cj was about his truck Nick figured he'd let him have a go.
So he did.
Cj set off taking things a little slow. Gotta get the feel for the truck ya know? He didn't wanna drive it hard like he did his own. Very responsible.
That's when it happened.
He and Nick B. headed off to do a 180 around the light pole in 2nd gear when the front tire seemed to catch. It all happened so quickly no one really knows exactly how it happened.
Nick remembers talking and laughing with Chris about how much fun they were having, when they saw the truck suddenly roll. From the passenger side, hood, driver side and stopped. Of course they immediately ran to see if Cj and Nick B. were ok. All they could see was Cj getting out holding his head and Nick B. still dangling in the truck, not moving.
Thank goodness everyone was ok. Nick B. couldn't get out because of the position he was in, he couldn't reach the seat belt. Other than being quite shaken up, they were all ok.
That didn't stop someone in the nearby neighborhood from calling 911. Three ambulances, three police cars, one firetruck later I got my phone call.
I'm gonna be honest. I thought Nick did it. I thought he was covering it up because I always worry about something like this happening. But after seeing how distraught Cj was I knew it was him driving.
In the end the truck is pretty amazing. They managed to flip it back up, with the help of Seth's new truck and amazingly the thing drove home. After a few minor repairs that is.
That's not to say it looks pretty.
It looks pretty..............bad.
Those boys........I tell ya.....
Thank goodness everyone is ok.
That's all I have to say about that...........
The Cause:
(Cj's newly pierced radiator)
After:
(Still buddies)
We all have bad days.
Days when nothing seems to want to work out right.
For me it's usually the days when the kids are acting like a couple of lunatics, Daddy is working late, and I just want a little peace and quiet. For Nick though, it is always vehicle related. Pretty much always.
Last week he got his truck stuck in the mud in the middle of a rainy work-night (see previous post). I thought that story would be the end of the muddy adventures.
I was wrong.
He insisted on taking the truck out yet again last week with his friends. He managed to make it out of the mud but not without a few technical difficulties. So on Friday evening he spent the entire night working on the truck, taking branches out of the suspension, cleaning off the mud so he could get the truck in tip top shape for Saturday. Because the third time is the charm right?
Right.
Saturday comes.....as they do.....and off they go.
I must preface this with my explanation as to why I never go on these adventures in the mud. Mostly it's because Nick scares me. His driving is.....let's just say....unique. I have no desire to sit in the truck and see a never ending replay of my life flashing before my eyes while he has his fun. Nah, I'll just stay home. Thanks anyway. Plus, if God forbid something bad happens, we both can't get ourselves hurt!
Back to Saturday. Off they go. Four guys. Two trucks. One camera.
Now this is the part in my little tale where things get interesting. Thing is.......I wasn't there. I only know the aftermath. But it is my duty to do my best recounting the story, for historical reasons.
They were having a blast. They made their very own dirt course. Drifting the trucks going a good 35+mph. Getting good and muddy. They even made a new friend. Chasing each other around a light pole having a grand ol' time.
Until Cj had a little setback. He somehow managed to hit a bush. You wouldn't immediately think a bush could really do any damage...but of course it did. A branch pierced his radiator and it started leaking everywhere. So his driving for the day seemed to be over.
Seemed to be.
Being the good friend Nick is, he was taking the guys around in turns. But seeing how bummed Cj was about his truck Nick figured he'd let him have a go.
So he did.
Cj set off taking things a little slow. Gotta get the feel for the truck ya know? He didn't wanna drive it hard like he did his own. Very responsible.
That's when it happened.
He and Nick B. headed off to do a 180 around the light pole in 2nd gear when the front tire seemed to catch. It all happened so quickly no one really knows exactly how it happened.
Nick remembers talking and laughing with Chris about how much fun they were having, when they saw the truck suddenly roll. From the passenger side, hood, driver side and stopped. Of course they immediately ran to see if Cj and Nick B. were ok. All they could see was Cj getting out holding his head and Nick B. still dangling in the truck, not moving.
Thank goodness everyone was ok. Nick B. couldn't get out because of the position he was in, he couldn't reach the seat belt. Other than being quite shaken up, they were all ok.
That didn't stop someone in the nearby neighborhood from calling 911. Three ambulances, three police cars, one firetruck later I got my phone call.
I'm gonna be honest. I thought Nick did it. I thought he was covering it up because I always worry about something like this happening. But after seeing how distraught Cj was I knew it was him driving.
In the end the truck is pretty amazing. They managed to flip it back up, with the help of Seth's new truck and amazingly the thing drove home. After a few minor repairs that is.
That's not to say it looks pretty.
It looks pretty..............bad.
Those boys........I tell ya.....
Thank goodness everyone is ok.
That's all I have to say about that...........
Before :
During:
The Cause:(Cj's newly pierced radiator)
After: 
(Still buddies)
Friday, January 22, 2010
That Guy.
Rain is a big deal around here.
But not for the reasons that one might assume.
Not because it's Arizona, which as all of you know, is a big fat desert. Not because of the amazing smell of rain. Or the fresh look the sky brings the morning after. Not even because of the little puddles in the yard that the girls jump in and out of.
It's the big puddles.
And it's not the girls who enjoy them so.
It's the dad.
He is like a little boy at the sign of rain.
So needless to say, this was bound to happen eventually.
Wednesday evening we were settling in to watch a movie when we realized we had no milk for breakfast in the morning. Being so wonderful, Nick offered to go. As I showered 45 minutes after he had left, I started wondering what store he could have possibly gone to.....they are all within 5 minutes from our house.
That's when my phone rang.
The call of the rain hadn't gone unnoticed. The nearby "Turtle" mountain was just to inviting to pass by.
He figured he had time.
He figured he could drive through a few puddles in the storm and get his "fix" until the weekend when the puddles were ready and willing to be splashed in.
He figured that since he had gone through so many tonight, that just one more wouldn't hurt.
He figured wrong.
I got a call my impatient boyfriend was "That Guy".
You know the one.
See's the huge lake in the road/off the road/wherever there is water that can be driven into and thinks to himself, "Self, I think we can take this one. It's not that big/deep."
Cut to : the evening news where you see him standing on top of his vehicle while the fire department sends a rescue team out to save him.
Embarrassing.
Luckily for us his rescue team consisted of his amazing mother who picked him up in the desert at 10:30 on a work night, and his best buddy C.J. who happen to notice a truck that looked strikingly similar to Nick's while out 4-wheeling the next morning.....
I am glad it all worked out.
But mostly I am glad he didn't make it onto the evening news.
But not for the reasons that one might assume.
Not because it's Arizona, which as all of you know, is a big fat desert. Not because of the amazing smell of rain. Or the fresh look the sky brings the morning after. Not even because of the little puddles in the yard that the girls jump in and out of.
It's the big puddles.
And it's not the girls who enjoy them so.
It's the dad.
He is like a little boy at the sign of rain.
So needless to say, this was bound to happen eventually.
Wednesday evening we were settling in to watch a movie when we realized we had no milk for breakfast in the morning. Being so wonderful, Nick offered to go. As I showered 45 minutes after he had left, I started wondering what store he could have possibly gone to.....they are all within 5 minutes from our house.
That's when my phone rang.
The call of the rain hadn't gone unnoticed. The nearby "Turtle" mountain was just to inviting to pass by.
He figured he had time.
He figured he could drive through a few puddles in the storm and get his "fix" until the weekend when the puddles were ready and willing to be splashed in.
He figured that since he had gone through so many tonight, that just one more wouldn't hurt.
He figured wrong.
I got a call my impatient boyfriend was "That Guy".
You know the one.
See's the huge lake in the road/off the road/wherever there is water that can be driven into and thinks to himself, "Self, I think we can take this one. It's not that big/deep."
Cut to : the evening news where you see him standing on top of his vehicle while the fire department sends a rescue team out to save him.
Embarrassing.
Luckily for us his rescue team consisted of his amazing mother who picked him up in the desert at 10:30 on a work night, and his best buddy C.J. who happen to notice a truck that looked strikingly similar to Nick's while out 4-wheeling the next morning.....
I am glad it all worked out.
But mostly I am glad he didn't make it onto the evening news.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Because I Wanted To Break Into The Hundreds.
I officially broke into the hundreds. This marks post 100 for this blog. I'm patting myself on the back as we speak.
But mostly the reason for this post is simple.
I ♥ these two.
And it must be said.
Again.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Happy New Years & My Daughter Is Awesome.
Happy New Years!!!!!
There.
Now that that is taken care of.........
My daughter is awesome. She is doing even better in school than last semester (how is that even possible??!! Well....somehow....it is.) She got another big fat A in every subject. Not to mention she is making excellent progress in class, makes friends easily, and is well-liked by classmates. Oh let's not forget about Honor Roll again......and awards galore! We are so proud of her.
♥I can't help but brag. ♥
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