I’m exhausted. It’s only Tuesday and I can hardly wait for the weekend to get here. Last weekend was the big move. On Friday, Rick’s parents came up to help with the move. The major reason they came was so that we could use the big trailer they had. Much easier than trying to take it all ourselves and much cheaper than renting a van.
About half of Friday was spent moving the non-essential boxes over to the new house. The second portion of the day, we painted. Leave it to me to procrastinate and not choose a color until the last minute. Considering that, I couldn’t be happier with the bold blue color I chose. It matches my comforter perfectly. At night, the room doesn’t glow through my eyelids like the white rooms I’ve lived in the past few years. We ended up doing 2 coats of paint because the paint wasn’t covering evenly enough with just one. It’s better to make it look right now than to live with it and hate it later.
On Saturday, while Rick’s mom and girlfriend tackled the rest of the painting, the boys, Rick, Rick’s dad, Karl, and I, headed back to grab the big stuff. I thought Friday was tiring, I had no idea how much Saturday was going to hurt. And it did. I woke up Sunday and was hardly able to move without feeling some sort of ache.
During all the commotion, I was somehow able to find a few minutes here and there to peek in on the Wild game Saturday night which they won by a score of 5-1. I was actually at the previous game which they also won. The team has looked fantastic in the final stretch of games this season. They’re playing well at the right time and they’re going to need to because their first round opponents are Anaheim. For those who are unfamiliar, Anaheim was the team everyone picked to win the Cup at the start of the season. They also have 2 of the best defensemen in Chris Pronger and Scott Niedermayer. Guigere isn’t too bad of a goalie either. The last time the Wild met the Ducks, they were swept and only managed 1 goal all series. Though, as Jacque Lemaire said, “03. 04, 05, 06, 07.” In other words, they were different teams back then. Still, the Wild are the underdogs and that means they’re going to have to work hard. That’s ok, I know my boys can do it and I like cheering for the underdog more than I like cheering for the favorite anyway.
