Our Baby Is Gone

We're not doing so hot today. First off, I'm in Cleveland. I have been basically living in Cleveland since January for work. It is terrible. It's cold. Its cloudy. My job is terrible, and this woman named DeeDee that I work with is even more terrible. She actually slaps my hand on a daily basis and pokes me in the side while she criticizes me. But, can I say anything? No, because when I stood up for myself, she drug me in to the supervisors office who just happens to be her best friend. I was at that point told to quit being so proactive and obey DeeDee because she just has a "strong personality". Whatever.

But even worse than all this is the fact that while Erin and I were in Springfield over the weekend his motorcycle was stolen out of his garage. This motorcycle, named Nadia, was his baby. He LOVED this motorcycle and is just heartbroken that someone would steal her from the house. It makes it even worse that someone knows how to get in the house. There is no sign of breaking and entering.

Unfortunately neither homeowners nor his motorcycle insurance policy will cover this. So, it is a just a straight loss. Please be praying for Erin.

Springfield Shower

Erin's mom, Sharon, threw us a shower in Springfield, MO this weekend. It was so much fun and so neat to meet a lot of the people that have helped shape Erin's life. Plus, we really raked in the gifts!! haha. See some of the pics below




It was an eventful trip there too. Erin and I left after work for the 7.5 our drive to Springfield. On the way there, in the middle of no where, we popped a tire. Unfortunately, my spare tire was also flat. We barely had cell phone reception and were in the middle of a couple hundred mile (maybe an exaggeration) stretch of nothing. I called my insurance company and they said the closest tow truck was 2 hours away. We were only 1.5 hours from Springfield. To make matters worse I had failed to replace the dome light in my car. It was PITCH BLACK outside and in! I did have a random crank powered flash light...so by the end of the night my arm was tired.

Finally a police officer came to rescue and drove us to the nearest gas station to pump up the spare tire. We made it to Erin's house and promptly replaced all the tires on the car the next day. Erin's parents generously bought those as a wedding present for us. THANK YOU!!!! I will never again leave town without a working dome light and a full spare tire.