Abracadabra

Missing: One Garden Shed

(full of stuff)

The shed above isn't the exact shed, because I never thought to take a picture of the shed. But it is pretty close to what was in our backyard as of 11:30 yesterday morning.

I left for a couple Visiting Teaching appointments at 11:30. When I got home at 3:00 I didn't notice anything different. I park in the front and can't really see around the house where I pull in. The kids got home at 3:30 and the boys went outside to play football. Todd and Mitch thought they'd tease Justin and hide in the shed, so they turned around to go over to it and this is what they saw.

NO SHED

They came in the house and Todd asked me where the shed was. I thought he was pulling my leg, because that is something he'd do, but he didn't seem like he was joking around so I looked out the window and he was right. The shed was gone.

My first instinct was to call the police to make a report of a stolen shed. Then I decided to call our landlords first to see if they knew of anything. The shed was full of their stuff so I couldn't imagine they'd want someone to haul it off. The other 1/2 is full of our stuff and I know I didn't want it hauled off.

Amy was shocked (and angry) when I called. She made a few phone calls and I guess the company they bought it from was supposed to pick up a shed from someone else that never paid up. Unfortunately, they picked up the wrong shed. They took our shed with lots and lots of things in it, including the flammable liquids inside.

(hope they got home okay)

The crazy thing is that there isn't a whole lot of tracks where the truck & forklift were. It's a medium sized shed. I'd guess 18'x12' or so. It is just like someone came and plucked it right out of the yard. Besides the concrete blocks laying around and uprooted lily's, it is pretty much the way it was before they took it.

They must have one heavy duty forklift. That building has to be VERY heavy.

Anyway, I couldn't stop laughing because the whole thing is absurd. Amy is on the hunt for our stuff & the shed. She is not a happy lady right now. Things were in the rafters so they had to have fallen. I'm sure things had to have been broken.

This could be quite a costly mistake for this company.

Everyone is invited.

Family Week is back!

This is the week we 'unplug' for the evening and do things with the family.

What I love is that anyone & everyone can get into it.

Temple attendance, Family History work, getting together with roommates & friends for FHE, service projects, etc. The ideas are endless.

Last year we had a blast.

We are all signed up for 2009 and ready to remember the importance of families, without the 'noise' of everything else in our lives.

Join in, no matter where you live. If you sign up (and if you live out of the area give them your address) they'll send you a bag for participating.

Get the word out.

November 22-28, 2009

**The week to give Thanks for our families**

No means...well, No.

What is it about salesmen?

Today I have Mitch home sick, with the flu.

(He had the normal flu shot a few weeks ago, so I hate to think of what he might really have.)

Anyway, I open the door to two guys. I wish they wouldn't have made me nervous, the whole time they are talking to me my mind is deciding if there would be ANY way that I'd be able to get the door shut & locked fast if I needed to.

It would have been easier to concentrate on them trying to convince me to let them shampoo a spot of carpet if I wasn't fixated on their bad, bad, bad (did I mention bad) teeth and the tongue piercings.

After letting them put my name in for a drawing (now they are going to call and bug me, but I'd rather be rude on the phone than to their faces, I guess) they asked me for the 4th time if they could come in and shampoo & vacuum for me.

NO NO NO, I said NO

I have so many different opinions about this. At least they are trying to work. I know too many people that are VERY able to work and choose not to.

But when I don't want what you are offering, please say

"Thank You for your time Ma'am" (yes, please call me ma'am) and be on your way.

Okay, now I've got to go check my sick kid.

Growing Pains...for the parents

Our eldest son has had his first shaving lesson.

(THANK GOODNESS)

He had one of those thin, almost-there, makes it hard to look at the person in the eye when you are talking to them kind of mustaches.

There is something about those types of mustaches that make my skin crawl.

Do you think this is sad that I have had these adverse feelings about my darling son?

Well, for those of you that have had boys at this age, you totally understand me, and if you have boys and they haven't hit this very weird time in their lives.....just wait. You'll too have feelings about that sweet little face that you never thought you'd have.

Just for the record, I'm not a real big fan of any facial hair.