{"id":122,"date":"2007-12-10T03:59:36","date_gmt":"2007-12-10T03:59:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnjeske.isa-geek.com:8080\/?p=122"},"modified":"2011-04-03T04:00:11","modified_gmt":"2011-04-03T04:00:11","slug":"122","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johnjeske.ddns.net\/?p=122","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This weekend was pretty exciting, the Lions almost beat                  a team with only one loss (but the Lions ended up losing by                  one point in the final minute of the game&#8230;)  We also picked                  up our Christmas tree, and that was an adventure&#8230;  I guess                  it all really started last year after Christmas.  We decided                  to get a really nice looking fake tree (no watering, no                  vacuuming up needles, and no need to find a way to get                  rid of it, sounds pretty good to us \ud83d\ude42 ).  Although we                  couldn&#8217;t just get any tree, we had to get one that looked                  real&#8230; no easy task mind you.  We had one picked out before                  Christmas last year, and thought it best to get it after                  Christmas to get it on sale.  Only one slight flaw in this                  plan, we forgot which number the tree was (and they no longer                  had their display up).  As you recall from a previous blog                  this is where I opened up multiple boxes to see if &#8220;our&#8221; tree                  was one of them (it wasn&#8217;t).  This year we had once again                  picked our tree out (No. 1&#8230; easy to remeber), but instead                  of waiting until after Christmas, we got it this past weekend                  (on sale!)<\/p>\n<p>We got our shopping cart and proceeded to the                  back of the store to where the trees where.  There where                  multiple boxes to choose form, lucky for us the one I started                  to slide out had a broken handle (that makes it easy&#8230;)  As                  I&#8217;m sliding the tree out from underneath the display, I ask                  a certain someone to help and get the other end of the box                  (it was about five or six feet long, a point that comes in                  to play                  later&#8230;)  I                  ask a second time for a little help, but someone must have                  been distracted by the pretty display Target had&#8230;  I manage                  to get the box up on end (it stood almost as tall as me, and                  weighed about a hundred pounds&#8230;)  Apparently not needing any                  help I slid the box to the end of the cart, and asked if                  someone could hold the cart.  I began flipping the box over                  the edge of the cart (which was moving&#8230; making it easier),                  and finally managed to get the tree in the cart.  Well, you                  can imagine how that looked, a huge box sticking out of the                  cart&#8230; it was hard to see over it&#8230; and of course the                  isle we are                  trying to go down has a group of girls walking all over the                  place (I didn&#8217;t run too many over \ud83d\ude09 ).  We also got a tree                  skirt and proceeded to the front of the store (without any                  casualties).  After the guy rang us up, it was about ten                  minutes before we got the real price on the tree (it was                  on sale afterall&#8230; even if it wasn&#8217;t rining up as                  such).  Finally we were checked out and ready to get this                  thing home.  Knowing we would need some room to try and                  get this huge box in my car, I asked Susan to back it up.                   I opened one door and threw it in, and we were good to go&#8230;                  almost&#8230;  The box didn&#8217;t quite fit in the backseat.  All I                  could hear was &#8220;I told you it wouldn&#8217;t fit&#8221;, but all I could                  think was &#8220;I thought someone said once that the futon could                  fit in my car&#8221;.  Not wanting to give up, I knew I could get it                  in                  there&#8230; I started moving the seats up and playing with                  the box (not getting much help&#8230;).  After a few minutes, and                  with the driver seat pushed completely forward, we managed                  to get that tree in my car (told you it would fit&#8230;)  Susan,                  being a little shorter then me, got to drive us home&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Once home, I brought the tree in, and the fluffing                  process started.  Apparently I&#8217;m not a very good tree fluffer                  and Susan was &#8220;happy&#8221; to do must of the fluffing&#8230;  Scout,                  of course thought she got a brand new toy, and couldn&#8217;t help                  claiming it for herself&#8230;  The next day she was actually up                  on one of the branches of the tree (silly cat&#8230;)  If I can                  find some batteries, I&#8217;ll try and put some pictures of it on                  here (it&#8217;s a really nice tree!)  We&#8217;ll be getting our                  ornaments on there soon, and hopefully Scout won&#8217;t be batting                  down too many of them&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This weekend was pretty exciting, the Lions almost beat a team with only one loss (but the Lions ended up losing by one point in the final minute of the game&#8230;) We also picked up our Christmas tree, and that was an adventure&#8230; I guess it all really started last year after Christmas. 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