If you are planning on moving and would like help...we would love to help you...but I would recommend that you not let us anywhere near any priceless family heirlooms, expensive items, lamps, collectors items, etc. etc. In fact, perhaps you should not let us near your home at moving time at all...
An unprecedented string of unfortunate happenings caused by the Dick family, has made me realize that disaster simply follows us. In the past few years, my mother has moved several times. And we, being very supportive, have been there helping every step of the way. The first time we helped move, the sound of us girls talking to my mother about her priceless family heirloom lamp was shattered (literally) by Ryan breaking the very lamp being spoken of into hundreds of pieces while trying to pack and move it... (If you would like a more detailed version of this story- I did blog about it, so go back and find "7 Years Bad Luck").
As unfortunate as that experience was, time heals all wounds and my mom eventually forgot about her family heirloom, lamp that Ryan so ungracefully broke. The time quickly came again when my mother needed to move. Once again, the Dick's diligently showed up to help move. This time, however, Ryan stayed home to watch Jane. We thought perhaps this would prevent anymore mishaps from occurring. However, I was proven devastatingly wrong when while unpacking my mothers collector salt and pepper shakers from all over Europe, I managed to unknowingly cause the glass shelf I was placing the shakers on the slip and fall...and shatter...shattering many of her beautiful, one of a kind, salt and pepper shakers. Of coarse, I was devastated and felt horrible. We managed to somehow laugh about the situation which made me feel a little better.
Once again the lost priceless items broken by a member of the Dick clan were forgotten and time moved forward. None of us were too surprised when my mother needed our help to move, yet again. This move, Ryan and I stayed home as long as possible until most of the expensive, priceless, or "one of a kind" items were moved and then we came to help unpack. This perhaps was the key to preventing any further disasters. Surprisingly enough, the move went smoothly.
A few days later Christina, Jane and I went to visit my mom for Mother's Day. It was a nice visit. Jane was entertaining herself wonderfully in the other room, and us girls were reminiscing about all the moves and all the hilarious mishaps. When all of the sudden we heard a crash in the next room. I ran in to see what happened, and there was poor Jane stunned looking down at a small lamp she had knocked over and broken. Upon further inspection we realized that the lamp was another one of my great grandmother's lamps that had been passed down to my mom. The Dicks had struck again, and this time it was the youngest one, who looked so innocent...
So, as it turns out, no matter the age, the Dick's are just disasters waiting to happen. My poor mother can attest to this :)
