This past weekend while everyone is coloring Easter eggs and baking ham and scalloped potatoes, Randy got up Saturday morning and announced that we would be going to our storage shed to begin cleaning out things that we had brought from Texas, but do not have room for in our new place. To entice me out from under the covers, he holds up my IPhone across the room, keeps backing up until to get my phone, I have no choice but to get up to retrieve it. (No, I am not addicted to my phone, I can get rid of it at any time, well, after I win one last game of Word with my sister-in-law, and after I text all my friends to tell them Happy Easter, and well, maybe I am a little “attached” to my phone)
So we are up and headed to storage. In the back seat are a few items that we drug out in the middle of the night so that our neighbors wouldn’t see what we were taking away. I know they must think that our walls are lined up with furniture, lamps and books, as we continue to climb the steps with more bags of “goodies” that we find on the weekends. So we have become embarrassed about what all we bring up, knowing that if they are looking out their windows, they must be thinking, “how in the world can they get another thing in that condo?” But we manage. Now you have to understand that we have been at Lowe’s the last couple of weekends buying shelves for closets. It really isnt’ us, its just that there is no real storage in this place.
So as we head into the storage unit we are talking about what all we are going to do with all the things that we will be giving away this weekend. We decided to give it to our church store that is just around the corner form our storage unit. It is Randy’s plan to get us out of this unit into a small unit where all we will have to store are Christmas decorations. So as we start pulling out the out of season clothes that we have brought with us to store until next Winter, but wait, is that a cold gust of wind that I just felt when we opend the car door? Maybe I should just get one or two jackets out of this bag to take back to the house. Also, if I take a jacket of two, shouldn’t I take the long pants that match them? While Randy waits for me to go through the sacks of clothes we have brought to store, he tells me that the only thing besides these “warm clothes” that we are taking back are the cookbooks that we have come to look for. I only have about 30 cookbooks there at the house, and cannot stand not having the rest of my collection, so we are on a mission. Find the missing cookbooks. While looking through plastic storage bins, we find another box of summer clothes, so we take those to the car. We do find my missing cookbooks. There were a few more than I remembered having, but Randy hauls them to the car. It looks like between the winter bedspread that we brought, the winter clothes, and blankets that we had brought to put in storage, we ended up taking back a whole bag of “warmer clothes, just in case”.Our car is still full. Because we are bringing back a few extra items, I begin to tell Randy that I don’t think there is room in the kitchen for all my newly found “necessary kitchen items” and that maybe we should stop at a furniture store to see if they have kitchen hutches. I won’t tell you about the “look” he gave me, but indeed, since the furniture store was next to the In and Out Burger stand, he pulled the car into the parking lot and we look around for kitchen hutches. Because we are too embarrased to have any more furniture delivered during the day and they do not have delivery hours between 10 p.m. and 5 a.m., we didn’t buy a hutch. We came home and ordered one on-line to be delivered. That way, it will come in pieces and maybe the neighbors will just think we are having toys for our grandchildren delivered. Something totally necessary. We will be pulling down the shades to put it together. I don’t want them to see that we have bought another piece of furniture. The people in the condo downstairs have already had a structual engineer come to put more reinforcements in the ceiling. They have been up here and are worried that our floor will just come crashing in on them one day. We didn’t accomplish what we wanted this past weekend. All we did was end up moving and organizing the storage shed into depts. One side for decorations, the back for all the out of season clothes & bedspreads and the other side for all the furniture we will try to slip back in our new place, after dark of course.

Thought I would write a couple of cute stories about Randy as the Creme Brulee for two is baking in the oven.
Today we have been married 15 years.
Since that day, there have been numerous memories, some so precious to write about, some a little humorous. There was the “memory” of driving down the Dallas Tollway that comes to mind. Randy was going to meet me at the car dealership, where I would be leaving my car for some work to be done to the air conditioner. As we were walking out of the house, he told me to go ahead, because the phone rang and he would follow after me in a few minutes. Yes, it was one of our kids, probably needing money, but I went on and was headed there thinking that since i would get there first, how was I going to explain what the air conditioner was doing, because men just have a better way of doing things like that. All of a sudden, going 60 miles an hour, the locks on my car began to go up and down, up and down and everytime I would look at them, they would quit. I continued to drive, now wondering how in the world I would explain this to the repair dept, when, there they went again, up and down, lock and unlock, over and over. Well, my head is going back and forth from the driver side to the passenger side, starrng back and forth, trying to decide how in the world I would explain this. I exit the Tollway, stop at the light and there, right behind me is Randall in his car, holding up the extra set of keys. He had been behind me, hiding behind a car, locking and unlocking my car with his set of keys. He was just cracking up laughing at me. He said that my head just kept going back and forth, watching in amazement at the door locks and he could just imagine what was going on in my mind. Let’s just say that the rest of the day, well, I did sign us up for a “what’s wrong with your marriage” seminar.
Then there was the time that he asked me to ride with him to get donuts for his office for the next morning. I already had slipped my jammies and robe on and taken my makeup off for the night. It was around 10 p.m., but since Krispy Kreme was open 24/7 I told him ok I would go with him, but I would just stay in the car. When we arrived, there was only 1 other car there and he parked right at the front door. After a few minutes I saw the salesgirl look out my direction and wondered why in the world would she be looking out at me. I saw her hand Randy a cup of coffee and a donut while she packed up the 15 dozen he was buying for his office. In a few minutes, here he comes, all smiles, loading all the donuts in the trunk. He gets in the car and proceeds to tell me that he got a free cup of coffee, thanks to me. When I asked him how in the world did I get him a free cup of coffee he tells me that, well, let him tell you what he told her.
“The young lady asked me what in the world was I going to do with 15 dz donuts and instead of telling her the boring story of buying them for the office, I decided to tell her that the donuts were for you…but that you were so big that it was hard for you to get out of the car, so I would just come and buy them and then you had your donuts for the rest of the week. I think she felt sorry for me so she gave me a free cup of coffee.” So that was why she kept starring out at the car. Then there was the time that he waited to long to buy tickets for the car races, and when the lady at the other end of the phone said that all they had left were seats at the very top, he asked if there was any possible way that we could have seats lower, as his wife was so big that I couldn’t climb to the top and if it were possible, “could we be on the end, because people, sitting behind us would get mad because it was hard to see around his wife,” we get to the races and there were our seats, 3rd row, end seats. Now i’m sure that if the opportunity arose today, surely Randy’s “spiritual side” wouldn’t let him do that anymore. I prefer to think that he would
only use my age, as a means to get us better seats, not my weight…But I’m just not sure…..will let you know tonight to see what kind of present he brings home to make up for all the “cute little memories” that have given us many hours of laughs and stories to tell our kids….
Seriously, thank you Randy for the most wonderful years and am glad this is my blog so I can write anything I want and not about the little “memories” I have given you. You are the love of my life.