Don’t Blame Me, I’m High

Small problem: Bleach + Lungs + Small Space + No Sleep = One Sick Megan.

Bigger problem: A sick Megan is a crabby Megan.

Huge problem: Crabby Megan with stressful work schedule moving furniture is a crazy Megan who likes to see if biting comments really do hurt others.

I recommend staying away. Far, far away.

Addendum #1: Happy New Pope Day!

Addendum #2: Ben & Jerry’s One Sweet Whirled Ice Cream and Chedder Bites from Sonic is quite the meal. And it did actually make me feel less sick. Mmmmmm….cheese.

Chlorine High

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.

Our New Home

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Some Happy News

Ciao tutti! Just wanted to let everyone know that Jack was finally adopted from the shelter! I’m so glad that he finally found a home, although I still do miss him. I really want to get another dog, but I know I need to wait until I’m more financially stable. I should probably also wait until the weather gets better and Trent and I decide whether we’re going to move or not. He really doesn’t want to leave our apartment, but it’s starting to drive me nuts. There are just so many problems with it, it doesn’t seem to be worth the benefits. I’d like to find a house to rent, but who knows what will happen. I’m also beginning to look around KC for a place to volunteer. When I first moved to Lawrence, working at the women’s shelter really helped me to feel like a part of the community, so I thought it would be a good idea to get involved here as well. I’ve been checking out a few places, so we’ll see. I think Trent’s afraid I’m going to become a poor social worker or something, but that’s not what I want to do. I just feel like I am such a waste of space right now, and I need to do something that truly helps people. Speaking of, if anyone who reads this (ha, like anyone would read all this – though Trent says people really do stop by, so thanks)didn’t get my e-mail about helping Tsunami victims, let me know. I’ll be happy to forward you the information. All right y’all, peace out.

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