Moving day adventures

The move…

After four and a half days straight of packing it was moving day.  Ready or not it was time, and I wasn’t ready.  That morning we went and picked up the U-haul and then met the two men we had rented to load our heavy stuff back at the house.  Yes you can rent men! Ha! I had never heard of it but I guess it’s a new service through U-Haul.  Or maybe it’s not new it’s just new to me.  We had them for 2 hours and was going to get every bit of that time put to good use.  We were very thankful that they got all the heavy stuff and a lot of the boxes that were ready loaded too.  Although I was later not a happy camper when I noticed that some of my furniture had been scratched up and not just a little scratch.  Plus, I then had to climb up in that very hot truck and rearrange things to help keep them in place and also to have the room for more stuff.  And man did we pick a hot day to do this.  I looked like I had just gotten out of the shower with all the sweat pouring off of me.

Shortly before their time was up my parents showed up with 2 of their flatbeds.  When you own a towing company you get to haul what you want when you want.  They came to tow my husband’s ’70 Camaro and our playhouse that was actually mine when I was younger that they had brought down for my son last fall.  They chipped right in on helping getting all the random things around the house left unpacked packed.  Things seemed to keep multiplying.  I knew we had a lot of stuff, or I have a lot of stuff as my husband says, but you don’t realize how much stuff you really have until you have to pack it all up.

We packed and loaded and packed and loaded all that day until after dark when we were to tired to do anymore.  We did get the U-haul full and ready to go but that afternoon we realized everything wasn’t going to fit so we had to go get one of their enclosed trailers too.

The next morning we were at it again.  We loaded up some of the trailer and then got our mattress loaded.  We had more of our family on stand by for when we got there with the truck to help unload everything and since it was Sunday and everyone would be going back to work on Monday my husband went ahead and headed that way with the U-Haul.  Me and my parents stayed behind to finish packing and loading up.  My dad still had to load the flat beds and now pull the trailer behind one of them.  Little did we know that it would literally take us all day and night before we would even get on the road.

It was another extremely hot & humid day and none of us had much energy left but we knew we had to get it done, so we did.

When we finally thought we were ready to head out, one thing after another kept happening.  The plan originally was to load the trailer on the back of one bed and pull it backwards behind the other and then my mom would drive my car and I would drive my husbands and of course my dad would drive the flatbeds.  That plan didn’t work out as planned so then he unloaded the trailer and loaded my car on the bed and hooked the trailer onto the hitch on that flatbed.  All this loading and unloading and strapping down etc. takes a lot of time.  We finally thought we were ready to go, had the riding lawn mower, Camaro and playhouse (which is actually a 100+ year old outhouse that has been remodeled) loaded on one and then the other was loaded with the porch, basketball goal, my car and U-Haul trailer which my mom was going to drive and I was going to follow behind.

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We went down the road to fuel up and grab a bite to eat to take on the road.  It was already 8pm.  At the gas station I watched as a group of bikers stared in disbelief as my mom got out of the drivers seat of that loaded flatbed.  When we came out with our food the flatbed wouldn’t start.  I drove my car over to it to jump it and of course the bikers were still watching.  I bet they thought it was a sight.  Got it started up and off we went.  We made it a couple miles down the road and it died completely.  She was behind my dad and he had told her what lights to use if she needed him to pull over so she started blinking them on and off to get his attention.  She coasted it down a hill to a side turning lane where we all stopped.  Turns out the alternator had gone out.  They were afraid it might because their mechanics were told to replace it before their trip but they found out no one ever did.  So now it was on to plan D, E, F or somewhere around there, which was my dad towing it from the front.  Just in order to do this he had to pull the drive shaft and hadn’t wanted to mess with that.  We weren’t going to rearrange everything again and my car was packed in every seat but mine so my mom ended up riding with him.

He hooked up and drove it all back down to gas station we were at before to have the shop next door pull the drive shaft because he was wore out, we all were.  They couldn’t get to it for another hour so he just did it himself.  Only problem was that the regular driver of that truck didn’t have everything in there or in the right places like they were supposed to be so it took forever to find the right stuff to get it done.   Needless to say they scheduled a drivers meeting 1st thing the next day!

Finally we were ready to try it again. We headed out with this long train and actually made it all the way this time. Although it was almost 4am by the time we got there.

Flatbed train
Flatbed train

Meanwhile, at the new place they got the U-Haul unloaded and returned.  They waited around for a while thinking we would be there but as you can see that didn’t happen.  My brother who also works with my parents did hang out close by at their place until we got in town and met us at the new house.  Since the next morning was Monday they needed their trucks so everything had to be unloaded off of them.  I don’t know how he did it but my dad managed to back that U-Haul trailer into my driveway just perfectly with the “train” all still hooked together.  We decided to unload it in the morning and my brother helped to get everything else unloaded from the flatbeds.

We finished up as we watched the sun come up…

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7 Things I’ve learned as a coach

This season I volunteered to coach my sons soccer team.  I know the game and started playing when I was 5 years old and played up until highschool and loved it.  I’ve been out of the game for many years but I thought it would be fun and I wanted to make sure there was enough coaches so all the kids that signed up to play would be able to.  I noticed things were done differently than how soccer is usually played last season and I wanted to teach them the right way.  I hoped to at least teach them something.  After signing up I learned that this is just the way they do things here.  We split the teams and play on 2 small fields at a time.  One coach on each field playing coach and ref.  It does help to get everyone more playing time, just different from what I was used to.

The U6 age group is probably the hardest group to coach.  You are trying to get 10 or more 4, 5 & 6 year olds to listen while having them run around a field.  And that is a LOT of energy all in one place!  And it seems like the season ends as soon as it starts.  It started a couple weeks ago and ends next week already.  All this rain this year has made it hard to get any practices in to actually work with the kids.  But at this age it’s mostly about the kids having fun.  To get them out there and let them get the feel of the ball and see if it’s a sport they like.  If they enjoy it, they will learn it.

Here are a few things I’ve learned this season:
1. My kid isn’t the only one who has way to much energy.   This can be a good thing and a bad thing.

2. All that energy wears out fast when they are constantly running back and forth around the field.  Towards the end of the game you can really start to see them slow down.  Especially when everyone didn’t showed up and you don’t have any subs so they have to play the whole game.

3. Soccer comes natural to some kids.  And I love to watch them play.  Others not so much.  Maybe they haven’t been out there enough to get the hang of it yet or maybe it’s a sport their parents want them to play and they could care less.

4. The excitement on the kids faces when they score a goal is priceless! I Love seeing that look of accomplishment and feel so proud for them.  My team and the other team.

5. When the kids are off in another world instead of in the game, it makes for a rough game and a game of patience.  I was told after one game by a parent that I must have a lot of patience.  I don’t really but as a coach it’s my job to give and show that patience the best I can.  That was a rough game.  I think I did everything for the players on the other team except kick the ball.  (Physically move them into place, turn them around, line them up over and over and over again… They were in another world that day.)

6. Some kids are just whiny. Period.

7. Some kids are very clingy.  They want to hold your hand and hug on you non stop.  I don’t mind hugs and high fives etc. but when you literally have to peel them off of you constantly when you are trying to coach a team, that can be a little much.  I don’t know if they are needing the attention or if that’s just their personality.

Even with everything, the good, the bad, the annoying parts and all the raining days, I’m glad I’ve been able to coach this season.  I’ve met some really great kids and have enjoyed watching them play and have fun.  Just wish the season lasted a little longer.  Tonight a little girl on my team brought me a picture that she colored for me, it was so sweet.  And my son loves that I’m his coach.  He is sure to tell everyone which makes me happy to know that he enjoys my involvement.

5 Things that make you say

What just happened?

1. Once when I was younger a bird landed on my head and started pecking away.  I tried to shake it off while my mom stood back and laughed.  I’m sure my parents were well entertained with eight kids.  Still don’t know what made it do that but I always look out if a bird flies over me now.

2. One year I was a clown for Halloween and had red lipstick smeared all over around my lips to make big clown lips.  Little did we know it wouldn’t come off easy.  Ended up at the neighbors the next morning before school and they were scrubbing with anything they could think of trying to get rid of the big red stain.  I think I stayed home from school that day.  PS. don’t ever do it!

3. Jumped off the diving board and swam back over to my friends not knowing my top had come undone.  Opps!  Back when bikinis and I were friends.

4. Went to the pool with a friend and we were playing in the sand park part.  At one point she says I have a stick stuck in my foot. (All calmly I might add). I didn’t believe her so she goes “no seriously, LOOK!” and lifted her foot up and sure enough there was a big stick stuck between her toes.  I think I took off running to go find someone.  I just remember the stick.

5. I got a new Rainbow Bright bike and it seemed to take forever for my dad to put my training wheels on.  Once he was done I was off.  Made it down the road and one of my wheels fell off.  We lived on a deadend road and they couldn’t see around the curve.  So after waiting what seemed like forever, I gave up and walked my very disappointed little butt back home.  When I was older I always thought of this every time he would rotate or do anything with my car tires. Lol

“All Well” is always better than “What If”

This is for all the non-risk takers. Growth simply does not happen in your comfort zone. I’ve learned this time and time again.

It doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as trying a new food, riding a roller coaster for the first time, going somewhere you’ve never been, or doing that one thing you’ve always wanted to do but you were too afraid.

“All Well” is always better than “What If” in my opinion. What’s the worst that’s going to happen when you try a new food? You spit it out? All well, now you know. But deciding you hate it before you even taste it is where the problem begins.

Riding a roller coaster, maybe you’ll be screaming your head off but I’m sure you’ll be laughing about it on the car ride home. I have personally tried to find a love for roller coasters on multiple occasions but it doesn’t ever happen.

I’m not saying you should try things you despise but if you haven’t tried it, try it! You aren’t going to die, you will be fine, I promise.

Get out of your comfort zone, try something big or small! You have to start somewhere, right? Remember that you have one life to live and do you really want to grow old thinking of all the What If’s rather than laughing about the All Well’s?