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Moving Sucks

April 26, 2005/2 Comments/in Fun, New House, Photos /by Megan

I am a resident of 1304 W. 50th no more!!! After long weekend of bleached out lungs, decomposed rodents, and dust dating back to 1903, we’ve finally moved the mound of crap that is our livelihood to our new home.

Yipee! I’m doing the “New House Dance” as we speak. “Who’s house? Megan’s house! Say what? Who’s house? Trent’s house!” Run DMC should be so proud. Their work has now become fodder for a fairly average writer who seems to believe she is God’s gift to hip hop music and all those who worship a large ass.

Anyway, I had several fun stories for everyone, but I’ve forgotten them all in my sleepless existance. In short, moving sucks, Trent’s mom is the coolest woman alive (even I wouldn’t pick up a decomposed rat for my kid, not that I have a kid, but you know what I mean), and I love the Home Depot!

Click here for more pictures of the move. Or click here for pictures of Trent & I’s trip to the Royals game. Just in case you’re feeling random. I know I am.

Babysitting

April 16, 2005/1 Comment/in Family, Fun, Photos /by Megan

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!!!

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A Few Requests

April 15, 2005/2 Comments/in Blond, Fun, Photos, Trent /by Megan

I think anyone who has a pet should be required, when talking about their pet, to remember that most people don’t give a crap about their pet and just want their paycheck without any lip! (This includes myself, if and when I ever get my new puppy. You all must keep me true to my word, because I’ve already begun to turn to the dark side).

I think the Backstreet Boys must seriously reconisder their attempt at a reunion. It scares me when I am driving home at 11:00 at night and hear a love song on a VERY BAD RADIO STATION because the one that I like only plays Loveline at night (and by the way, I’m pissed about that as well) and I hear the Backstreet Boys. I am transported back to high school and am thinking of the sweaty south gym with it’s rubber floors and crepe paper. Frightening thoughts.

I am sure that all players in the Shawnee Intermediate Sand Volleyball leauge should have mercy on my team and my arms (and my legs and my feet and my belly) and drink at least 5 beers before playing us. We must end the 6 game streak.

Thank God for hotdogs, beer, summertime, the Royals and camera phones.

Thank God for mini bottles of Bacardi. And thank God for Justin Timberlake. Yes, I like Justin Timberlake. Yes, I understand he’s kind of the same deal as the Backstreet Boys. And no, I don’t care.