Tears, Spare Tires, and Lots of Nacho Cheese

I guess we're moving tomorrow. We've got the trucks mostly loaded and our house mostly cleared out. My grandma arrived a couple days ago and was a big help with the house. My uncle, Brad, just flew here. I've seen a lot of tears today from my family and our friends. I get to ride in the truck for most of the way. Brandon and I will switch trucks, keeping the drivers awake. Brad and my dad are the truck drivers.

Less than a week ago, me, Brandon, and my sister, Rachel, drove the Suburban to our friends house to spend the night. We woke up to see our car sagging at a weird angle. A flat tire. Maybe we should have paid attention to the "Low Pressure in Rear Tire" thingy the night before. While my family was stressed out, Brandon and I saw this as a great opportunity. With the help of Elizabeth Goodman, we replaced the tire with the spare.

Out of the many inside jokes between Elizabeth and Brandon, one had to do with Nacho Cheese. This, unfortunatly led to a goal, then an appointment for a Nacho Cheese fight. Elizabeth's mother bought a bunch of ketchup bottles and a gallon of Nacho Cheese Sauce. Rachel, Brandon, Elizabeth, and Ryan began to squirt ketchup on each other, and then refilled the bottles with the cheese sauce. I was camera man. I don't have the pictures to put on my blog though.