SO this week was a doozie! Is that how you spell doozie? I don't know that I've ever seen it written, in fact I don't know that I've heard anybody say it in a while....but its the best G-rated term I can think of to describe it. So here's what happened.....but first let me give a backdrop to help make my hugely exaggerated overreaction a little more justifiable.
About three months ago I walked out of my house only to realize that my trailer had been stolen during the night. Not only did the bums get my trailer, but like an idiot I had left my air compressor on the trailer as well as a home made (custom, if you will) paint/stain sprayer. It was quite a day. It only took 3 months, but I finally got insurance to cover about 60% of that loss. In the meantime, however, my truck took a dump on me...that's helicopter mechanic terminology for the damn thing quit working! I pretty much trashed the engine in it so It just didn't want to work anymore.....these were frustrating things, especially with Christmas coming up rapidly.
We made it through Christmas, and I worked my butt off, and eventually was able to save up enough money to buy a new work truck. I really started searching for a truck the first week of the new year because I finally had the money to buy one. So what happens last Saturday???? Our worthless beagle decides to rip her dewclaw off and require a hospital visit....I know, by now you're asking what does this have to do with cheesecake, and the answer is "Absolutely Nothing."
Cha-ching....yeah that was an unexpected expense, but I told my wife that if it was going to cost more than $300 just have her put down, we could get a replacement that's not broken for that.
Also on Saturday, we sold my truck that was broken...only got $400 for it, but hey who cares, at least I didn't have to pay to have it hauled off.
Monday rolled around and I bought my new work truck. It was a total beater. A 1997 Ford F-350 with a 7.3l diesel engine, four door, long bed! Perfect work truck. It wasn't much to look at but it was a great work truck...yeah you notice I'm talking about it in past tense. If you have any grammar sense you will have started figuring out what happened next....28 hours after I bought it, it was stolen! Yep lots of colorful language that day. There was a pretty much unanimous decision by the voting members of my family to move. So now we're looking for a house, and trying to fix up our house to a marketable condition.
Here's the cool thing though. On Wednesday morning I came outside and found it missing. About five hours later I was given a truck for free. Somebody heard about what happened and decided to give me a truck. It's a nice truck, I love it.
Then the next day, Thursday, I was given a new job, and told to keep my business. So what looked like a terrible week, actually turned out to be one of the most blessed weeks of my life. It is hard to deny a God when you see things like this going on.
Maybe once life settles back down I will bake something again.