I had a very interesting day yesterday. 
A few of you know a little about it since I was in chat during some of it but while writing to a
friend, I decided I really did need to share this little slice of bizarre goodness with the board. 
C and I have been needing a shed for storage. Our house has no garage and since we inhereted most of my parents' stuff when they lost
their home, we really need more storage. So C went out yesterday with my mom to check out a shed for sale. They come back laughing, telling me that the guys
selling it were a "trip" and that it's going to be so much fun when they arrive. 
The deal was: the guys would deliver the shed that day and would expand it three more feet with us buying the material to do so. This
is a very good deal so we're thrilled. 
Oh, and C promised them I'd bake them cookies. OK...C and my mom went to Home Depot immediately. We've
been there so much for this house that we actually have a Home Depot credit card. Now, when they were trying to load all these huge pieces of wood into my
mom's Toyota Avalon apparently they looked properly pathetic and lost. So a very nice guy with a truck offered to drop the wood off at our house for us
after he made one other stop! This was so nice and kind of a coincidence since the other stop he was making was at the end of my brother's street. lol He
brought it back here, insisted on unloading it for us, and refused to accept payment. How kind!
C has decided I must bake him cookies. Starting to see a pattern? Yeah, so am I.
So during the afternoon, we're trying to get the backyard ready for these guys. Luckily, our gate has huge alley access. While we're
doing this, we're throwing the ball for Maddie, C is hoeing the yard, mom is checking out an apartment across the alley from us that's for rent, and
I'm getting a call from one of my best friends who is asking me to be in her wedding. Of course, I ask "when?" because I want to know if I need
to go pack because we're going to Las Vegas in an hour or something. No, next year. Oh, sure. In Las Vegas. Alright! 
C calls the guys to see where they are. A guy picks up and tries to hand the phone to
Wolf. C suddenly hears a two minute electric guitar solo. 
Then the phone hangs up. Now, there is another edge to this story I haven't mentioned yet. When mom and C returned from meeting these guys and said they
were a "trip" it was because they were "tripping". These were meth-biker-dudes.
So C remarked that it was a really good guitar solo but otherwise was just hoping they'd call back and get there soon.
After dark, they finally arrive. They have this 2 ton wood shed on the back of a tow truck and of course, Wolf or Chuck or one of them has
the rest of their gang in his shiny silver VW Bug. Blaring Marilyn Manson. This was fabulous! So we direct their tow truck, lugging huge shed, down the pitch
dark alley where we're hoping they're not going to snap our neighbors' power lines. 
They finally get the tow truck there and they can't angle it in through the fence. They need like two more feet of
angle.
So, tow truck backs up a little so Wolf or Chuck or w/e can
drive in his Bug. They have this idea. Yeah, it was as scary as that sentence makes it sound. 
You see, they angled the tow truck towards the opening, angled up it's bed so the Shed is tipping this way and that. Tied that shed
to the Bug, put blocks of wood underneath it. Two of the meth-biker-dudes were holding it to offer counter weight though how [towtruck+two ton shed+ VW Bug =
two men's strength] I have no idea! 
All I can see out the window is the
scary image of the shed wiggling this way and that and - oh my goodness, some of the meth-biker-dudes have crawled UNDER the shed! WTF? There are 4x4 pieces of
wood snapping like twigs under that thing and they wanna crawl under there too? Their rationalization for this? "Oh don't worry, I rode on top of this
thing out of the trailorpark."
LMAO! 
Yeah you see, apparently he was on top of the shed when C called and his buddy tried to hand the phone up to him. He admits that he responded
with "Screw that
b!tch!" - and he interjects here while telling the story, "Excuse me ma'am, I'm sure that my ex-girlfriend is in fact a perfectly good women
when she is not being crazy." Because you see C and his ex-girlfriend
apparently have the same name so his whole thought was "Screw that b!tch. I am moving this here shed and -Oh sh!t, that's the lady who I'm moving
the shed for!" 
Where the excellent electric guitar solo came in,
we're not quite sure... Was he playing the electric guitar up on top of the shed on top of the tow truck? We would not be surprised, all we ask is how he
hooked it up to the amp. Because obviously, he's got talent. 
Meanwhile, I am reminded that C promised these gentlemen I'd bake them cookies. So I am in the kitchen, watching this whole spectacle out
the window, playing with our vintage stove (named Lucille, BTW) to try to make sure that my cookies come out the proper brown gooey goodness.
Because I want the meth-biker-dudes to like my cookies. And I'm trying to keep up in
the XOC chatroom which didn't quite work out. And! C is on the phone with a lady in the mountain area who has had an ad on Craigslist for a month
desperately trying to find a home for her 8 year old lab. Mom is cracking up with the meth-biker-dudes because they are hilarious, both intentionally and not
so much. 
And I am playing Martha Stewart in the kitchen, both horrorfied
and fascinated by what I can see happening in my backyard out the window.
Finally, they get the thing set up. They love my cookies which makes me so happy. Mom's laughing her butt off with these guys outside.
C is excited about the dog - named Wrangler - who sounds like he's going to be Maddie's perfect companion and thus ours too. He loves playing fetch
(like her), loves going for walks and car rides (like her), loves camping (like her.) Definitely not a replacement but an addition. Maddie at the moment really
can't be left home alone for any real length of time. We're hoping that having a companion will help her with that.
The Meth-Biker-Dudes are coming back today to expand the shed three more feet. 
I need to call my friend to talk more about this wedding business. I think I might have agreed to be maid-of-honor? 
Mom needs to call about that apartment business. C has already handled the Wrangler
business. We're driving up to the mountains to meet him with Maddie on Wednesday. We're hoping that we'll be the home he's needing.
So there you have it, a slice of just a day in my life. 
Crazy, huh?
