The scars still burn

This was from a while ago, that I never finished and posted soooooo here goes.

J took off on Monday 

So we had a date

It involved...

the great outdoors

snow

dirt 

stones

and.....

THE MIGHTY MOUSE!

The mighty mouse was the subject of a life-altering
screaming and yelling,
"I'm right",
"Your sooooo wrong",
Bet setting,
gun slinging,
(not really)
"you are going to feel so stupid when I prove you wrong",
"Google it!!!! I dare you",
fight..
Well lets call it an epic argument
between....

Me

and this guy

Ref

The argument began when I stopped over to mom and dad's for a visit and an innocent cup of coffee and the subject of our house got brought up. I started talking about Justin and I re-doing our driveway, making it wider. We were able to borrow equipment from our neighbor friends the Brightly's and have the stone trucked right to our house. The "battle" went a little bit like this, and lasted what seemed like an ETERNITY.
My dad asked what kind of equipment are you going to use?
To which I replied very intelligently
"A New Holland Mighty mouse"
Dad: (laughing)A What?!?!
Carrie: A New Holland Mighty Mouse"
Dad: (still laughing) What is a Mighty Mouse?
C: Its a digger, It has a digger on the front and a digger on the back
D: It's not a mighty mouse...
C: (heels digging in) Yes it is a mighty mouse...I talked to both Dean and Joe about it, they own it, and they said its a mighty mouse.
D: It sounds like its a backhoe
C: No, its called a mighty mouse! I swear to God to you that it is a mighty mouse. (my confidence growing, stubbornness now burning)
D: It's not called a mighty mouse....
Here it comes....
C: I'll bet you your ipod that it's a mighty mouse 
Ref: Really Carrie??
C: I may be new to the country but I KNOW that its called a Mighty mouse. Joe, Dean, and Justin told me so.  I bet an ipod.
D: Deal, call them and ask them
Ref: (just continues to sit there and laugh)
Phone calls were made: Justin: no answer
Joe: no answer
Dean: no answer
D: Google it.... I dare you
C: (ohh no he did not just dare me to google it)
Ref: no input just laughter
C: I'll google it you (here it comes...)are going to feel so stupid when I prove you wrong!

I googled "New Holland Mighty Mouse:

Hit one....wound

I Googled "New Holland Mighty Mouse Digger"...

Hit two..and Obama gets brought into the mix..

I then Googled "Mighty Mouse Digger" because that was my last spark of hope for a win..I didnt care if it were a New Holland or not

Hit three...losing energy...

Then dad pipes up and says: "Now Google New Holland Backhoe" (like he knows something)pshhh

And there it was...ahhh fatal wound...the taste of defeat, the slow and painful fall off the smartass pedestal..

 Ref: oohhh Carrie (continual laughter...thanks ref..)

I learned some really great lessons that day:

1. When you are a born and raised "City Girl" its A-OK to eat the vegetables from a farmer (they taste quite delicious)..but don't bet anything on the name of their equipment because they have all kinds of strange nicknames goin on.

2. Just don't bet at all on large equipment... I will most likely be wrong.
3. My dad is the best because he gave me the ipod anyways (cause I was right..they really DO call it a mighty mouse) and because while I was licking my battle wounds preparing to gravel at his feet,he hugged me and told me he loved me.(cause I was right..they really DO call it a mighty mouse...all right all right I'll stop)
4. Justin loves it when I have to eat humble pie- I think this is his favorite story.


Back to the date day...
J and I finished the driveway...just me, him, Stu, old white, and the Mighty Mouse!

Before...

During...

And I don't have an after picture whoops...guess you will have to make a drive out to see the real thing.The Mighty mouse and the driveway that is...