I really have no idea what we did Friday night. I know we didn’t go out but I don’t know what we did at home. Clearly it wasn’t eventful. None the less, we had to get up early on Saturday to help Steve and Ashleigh move. I quickly realized that I was useless because the boxes were either too heavy or too awkward to carry, so I stood around and too photos of Chad.

All this moving business obviously added to my obsession with thinking about our next housing purchase. I think Chad and I have finally settled on what kind of place we are going to get the next time around and that is comforting to know. I realized that in the end, I will always want something I can renovate, because in my brain, with out renovations it doesn’t feel like home. Moving into a brand new house someone else built and customized is like moving into someone elses house, but buying a house that is partially finished allows us the chance to customize it to our liking and make it a home. Plus, with all our connections, we might as well put them to use.

Ashleigh works at Tim Hortons so all their stuff was packed in Tim Hortons boxes. I was reading all the boxes and drooling over their discriptions; “Chocolate Covered Tim Bits”.

Oh hai baby Marcus! How are you doing? Watching everyone work while you relax?

Looking at all his little socks and tiny T-shirts caused me to poke Chad and ask if we could steal him.

Moving all the stuff into the new house went much faster. Chad can’t go down hill while carrying things because of his knees and we all know that I am useless, so Chad and I stayed in the truck and handed things out to everyone. It actually went pretty fast and we were done in no time.

Our reward was Pizza and I stuffed my face with it.

After moving we were suppose to meet up with Elise & Ryan to watch the hockey game, but a last minute change meant Chad and I went to the Pub alone.

I had a head ache by this point so I downed three glasses of water.

Southpoint Pub is cute. Two seconds away for the In-Laws, who weren’t home otherwise we would have crashed there. It was full of South Surrey folks having dinner and chatting; quite cute actually. Then this giant football team came in and sat right behind Chad. There was 10 of them trying to squish around a 4 person table. It was a bad scene, and my God were they loud.

The only thing that sucked about the pub was the service. We got there at 4 and weren’t really hungry enough to eat right away and I wasn’t feeling too hot so all we really did was order waters and beer for the first three hours. Well, apparently this annoyed the wait staff because they kept switching waitress’ on us. It wasn’t like the one waitress was done her shift so we got another one, it was that they kept trading tables, so when it came to actually order dinner no one was coming to serve us or anything. I was getting quite annoyed.

Then, of course, it was time for UFC, so all the Surrey Douche Bags came out of hiding and basically stood around all the tables like vultures waiting for someone to leave. By this point my patience with the whole experience had run out and I wanted out of there.

We got home at 8, which in Chads books is pretty shitty, but it allowed me to finish cleaning the place and I organized a wack of stuff which felt good. Plus, we had a busy Sunday so the extra sleep paid off.

Ohhhhh how I love sleep.