There are times in my life that I will admit to being not quite bright, as my friend from Kentucky would say… Not often, but there are those infrequent times. They usually transpire when I’m tired and worn down and the brain is kicking in a bit slow…
We decided that the safest thing to do was to leave the U-Haul on the gravel drive, hitch the little trailer on my pickup, drive it around to the big barn, load it and then drive it back to the drive and load it off the trailer into the U-Haul.
First we had to figure the route around the back of the trailer. And we did… with Jonathan and me both getting stuck once apiece. However, Jonathan being a country boy was a bit smarter than me…
Duh… did ‘ja know that it’s right smart to shut your car door and not try to help push because your tires are spinning and throwing mud… all over my car door, my leg, my little trailer and the stuff on it.
The back end of my pick-up and stuff that was in it.
The stuff on the trailer…
Another photo of the stuff. Jonathan was the one that may have saved my life… If I’d had to do all this by myself I probably would have stroked out.
On top of working like a dog helping Walter and me with loading all the stuff, he was tending to his little sister, Haley. He was very patient with her, letting her hand him little stuff that she could and when she would get in a place where she might get hurt or be in the way he would sit her on the back of the big truck to one side or the other or sit her on the tailgate of my pick up.
And that boy can back up a trailer ‘way better than me. Notice how nonchalant baby sister is… when I’d drive around she would sit inside the truck until I shut the engine off.
When I got home after the last trip to storage I asked Carol to take a picture for you all… actually two.
I took off my boots in the garage to try to minimize what I might bring into the house…
And this was just to show you that I walked in under my own power, on my own two sock feet and as soon as she took these pictures I went back out to the garage and stripped down and went straight to bed.
I didn’t even care about taking a bath first because I was so tired I’d have probably gone to sleep and drowned. And my furbabies didn’t care if I might have been a little stinky, they were just glad mom was home and all was right in their world.
If you want a bit more of a laugh, put your cursor on the picture of me in the truck with mud on me and the door…
I leave this nasty tale now. I’ve got a lot of laundry to do…
13 comments:
OMGosh Hilarious!! Duh Helen!!! WTF you trying to push or pull along a truck with your bad knee don't cha understand you can't be doing that kind of sh*t anymore woman!! I bet you didn't even have your knee brace on did ya! uhmmmhummm
That totally sucks too that you sprayed all your stuff... if I had been there I would have looked like charlotte rolling around in the mud laughing my fat butt off at you woman!
the name "red dirt woman" couldn't fit any person any better than it does you.....
Yep! Yous got lots of laundry to do! But what I want to know is....what's a Red Dirt Woman without red dirt? Now that you have paved roads and sidewalks I know you're going to miss that mud!
Love the caption for you and the truck using the curser, but what I really love is the labels you used for this post:
mud, my stuff has left the building., oh shit, pain, stupididitties, tired
You must give me permission to use this fabulous new word,stupididitties! Love it.
Have a well deserved restful weekend.
I think it was just a good excuse to play in the mud. We all know how you like getting dirty. tee hee
That's one way to bring your pretty garden from one place to another....
I see that smile in the last photo. You're just a tomboy at heart. You may be tired, but you're still the little kid who loves to play in the mud.
And your labels, at the end of your post, are absolutely hilarious.
Get some rest....
Oh you poor soul.....what a day, what a move, what a ....I will be glad when this is all over with mood. Hopefully it is right around the corner! Don't you just HATE moving??? Take care, and thanks for the laugh of the day!
Omy what a mess you had Helen! but at least you had no more injuries! congrats!
Dar there were others there laughing at me for you. I even had to laugh at my own self.
Thank you Tonya...I worked hard to live up to my name!
Hetty I will miss the mud, which sounds a little strange, but I have friends that still live out in that area so if I miss it too much I can go get good and muddy visiting them.
Bren you are welcome to use stupidities any old time you want. Every now and then I come up with the only word that truly describes some of my (and others) antics.
Becky young Jonathan made me promise to go out and play in the mud with him and his family down in the river bed. He also told me I had to bring my camera along because they have so much fun and they do manage to get a little 'muddy'.
Yep Staci and I brought a lot of the dirt with me.
I cannot tell a lie, Farmlady, I was dog tired but I did have fun...
Lisa the mood is getting lighter as I get rested. It also helps that I'm getting stuff planted in the ground here.
Roslyn the only injury I had was a scraped finger and sore sides from laughing. Which is good because as hard as the move was on us the comic relief probably saved us. Think Keystone cops out of uniform and slipping and sliding in the mud.
Other than having to wash everything in the trailer, it sure looks like you had enough fun. Glad you're finally getting settled in.
You know, with some blogs, you can skip a lot of entries, and just read a couple when you come back...
Not so with you, sister! I had to go down and read them all. You tell the absolute best stories ever. I love love love you to pieces and have missed you terribly.
I especially enjoyed the mud stories - we get that here, too, and you and I could swap stuck-in-the-mud stories all day long.
AAA loses money on me every year, too! Gotta love those used vee-hick-els.
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