Today Trent & I began the tedious work of moving for the third time in two and a half years. It seems to me that every time I’ve fully settled in enough to forget where all my random collections of meaningless crap are, we dig them all out, fill giant plastic tubs with them and load up the cars yet again. This includes my “Love, Italian Style” record and all our old college notes. You never know, we may need that Intro to Scuba Diving test someday! We no longer have time for cable TV or sitting around on our butts being bored. There are never enough hours in the day when you’re in the process of moving.
Things are a bit more hectic because I have a huge conference for work this week, which adds that extra bit of stress to turn me into a crazy succubus that wants to claw out the eyes of anyone who questions me. My mother always said I was a joy to live with!
This time we are trying to invoke some sort of process into this moving business. In general, things seem to be going smoothly. Maybe it’s because it’s the first time both of us have been truly excited and happy about where we’re moving. I’d like to think it’s because we’re more mature, but I can’t honestly tell myself that. Ha! Mature! Old maybe, but never mature.
Anyway, the process involves me cleaning the new house, Trent moving everything and then me cleaning the old house. It works for both of us since Trent hates to clean and doesn’t mind moving and I’m a total freak who swoons at the smell of chlorine bleach and loves the smell of pine sol. You’d think since I love things so clean, my current house would be cleaner…hmmm…food for thought I suppose.
Wish us luck. It’s gonna be a very. long. week.
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I just want to say that my father is the greatest man alive! When I’m lost or scared or penny-less, he is right there to pick me up. Even when I least expect it. He just made my day and my life so much better. I’m always afraid he’s going to let me down and I’m scared to let him down, but I don’t think either has ever happened. Thank you Daddy. Thank you so much. And thank you to Trent for trying to pick me up off the floor and showing me that I don’t have to turn to people who I don’t want to turn to. Thank you for offering to pay for my tires. And thank you for understanding that I’m a stubborn girl who will never ask for what she really wants. I swear, I’m trying to be better, but I will probably always be this way. Maybe just a little more subdued and less dramatic. I hear this comes with age, although looking at the family tree, we may be in trouble!
Give way to Scooby Doo (very cool) and underdogs (cooler when I wasn’t the one giving them). Welcome to babysitting my sister’s 4-year-old triplets for a weekend. We encountered one large insect (a wasp in Dylan’s room), about seven temper tantrums and 675 episodes of Scooby Doo. I’d label this one a success. And Sloan (aka Her Macness) learned of the joy that is my beautiful Mac and Photoshop. I am the coolest babysitter EVER!!!
Chlorine High
/2 Comments/in New House, Trent /by MeganToday Trent & I began the tedious work of moving for the third time in two and a half years. It seems to me that every time I’ve fully settled in enough to forget where all my random collections of meaningless crap are, we dig them all out, fill giant plastic tubs with them and load up the cars yet again. This includes my “Love, Italian Style” record and all our old college notes. You never know, we may need that Intro to Scuba Diving test someday! We no longer have time for cable TV or sitting around on our butts being bored. There are never enough hours in the day when you’re in the process of moving.
Things are a bit more hectic because I have a huge conference for work this week, which adds that extra bit of stress to turn me into a crazy succubus that wants to claw out the eyes of anyone who questions me. My mother always said I was a joy to live with!
This time we are trying to invoke some sort of process into this moving business. In general, things seem to be going smoothly. Maybe it’s because it’s the first time both of us have been truly excited and happy about where we’re moving. I’d like to think it’s because we’re more mature, but I can’t honestly tell myself that. Ha! Mature! Old maybe, but never mature.
Anyway, the process involves me cleaning the new house, Trent moving everything and then me cleaning the old house. It works for both of us since Trent hates to clean and doesn’t mind moving and I’m a total freak who swoons at the smell of chlorine bleach and loves the smell of pine sol. You’d think since I love things so clean, my current house would be cleaner…hmmm…food for thought I suppose.
Wish us luck. It’s gonna be a very. long. week.
My Pops
/0 Comments/in Family, Happiness, Trent /by MeganI just want to say that my father is the greatest man alive! When I’m lost or scared or penny-less, he is right there to pick me up. Even when I least expect it. He just made my day and my life so much better. I’m always afraid he’s going to let me down and I’m scared to let him down, but I don’t think either has ever happened. Thank you Daddy. Thank you so much. And thank you to Trent for trying to pick me up off the floor and showing me that I don’t have to turn to people who I don’t want to turn to. Thank you for offering to pay for my tires. And thank you for understanding that I’m a stubborn girl who will never ask for what she really wants. I swear, I’m trying to be better, but I will probably always be this way. Maybe just a little more subdued and less dramatic. I hear this comes with age, although looking at the family tree, we may be in trouble!
Babysitting
/1 Comment/in Family, Fun, Photos /by MeganGive way to Scooby Doo (very cool) and underdogs (cooler when I wasn’t the one giving them). Welcome to babysitting my sister’s 4-year-old triplets for a weekend. We encountered one large insect (a wasp in Dylan’s room), about seven temper tantrums and 675 episodes of Scooby Doo. I’d label this one a success. And Sloan (aka Her Macness) learned of the joy that is my beautiful Mac and Photoshop. I am the coolest babysitter EVER!!!
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