True Stories

I have been TERRIBLE at taking pictures lately. It has just been very crazy around here with our move. Each day, it seems like we are putting out fires with the house.

{Not to worry, these are not real fires.}

True Story #1:

Yesterday, we had someone come over to clean our tile, grout, and carpets at the new place.

We knew this would be costly but honestly, the tile was so bad, we felt that we had no choice.

So, the guy comes over. He's into fishing so he talks about living on the water. Blah blah blah.

Then, he asks THE question. We are so used to it at this point and most people don't bat an eye.

The guy:"What do you do for a living?"
Willie: "I play baseball."
The guy: "In the minor leagues?"
Willie: "No, in the big leagues."
The guy: stands and stares in disbelief.

The guy then has Willie sign some baseballs and actually takes a picture of Willie holding them.

The guy: "My wife is going to be so excited. She is going to wonder why I didn't do this job for free."

"Oh, and my wife is hot."

{WHAT??}

Anyhow, he gave us a great deal on the tile and grout cleaning and though I haven't seen it yet...I've been told it looks amazing!

{And if you are looking to get this done to your house, I am sure you could get a great deal..I mean, you DO know Willie Eyre and all.}

True Story #2:

Willie was giving the kids a bath while my mom and I were getting the kitchen done at the new house. Here is how the conversation went:

Parker: "Daddy, what happened to Lily's penis?"
Willie: "Girls don't have a penis Parker. They have a private." {Not teaching THAT word yet}
Parker: "But, mommy has a penis."
Willie: {trying not to laugh} "No, she has a private Parker."
Jackson chirps in..." Girls use their cracks as a private Parker."

What an educational bathtime. So glad I was not around to hear my 3 year old son talk about my penis or lack-there-of.

True Story #3:

While the tile guy was working at the house, we brought the kids to Old McDonalds {just McDonalds for you regular people.}

Jackson says "I want to be a cooker when I grow up. No, a CHEF."
I say "Very nice honey. You would be a great chef. Would you work at a fancy restaurant?"
Jackson: "No, I want to be a chef back there with THOSE guys." {pointing to the McDonald's workers.}

He has high aspirations folks!


That's all for today! Pictures of house coming soon!