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.
What do you do when a person you care about is screwing everything up? You can’t go to that person’s family because you’re part of it and no one will believe you anyway. You can’t talk to the person in question because they will just say, “You did bad things in the past too! You’re not perfect!”
I know that I am NOT a perfect person [see past entries, I am a strange, messed up little woman], but I’d like to think that one thing I am very good at is being a friend. I’m a good friend. I hope most of my friends would agree. And I know I’ve messed up some amazing friendships in my life [you know who you are], but I think in the past few years I’ve realized how important it is to stay close to people you care about. I have not done a very good job with this person in question.
This person and I used to be extremely close. Somewhere along the line we lost touch with each other, and with this loss we also lost respect and true caring. Now when we see each other, it seems forced and obligatory. This person thinks I look down on him for the mistakes he’s made in his life. Trust me, I cannot and do not have the right to look down on anyone for their mistakes. I’ve made too many of my own. And I’m trying to own up to them. It takes time to change.
How do I tell this person I’m worried without driving them further away? Without ruining what relationship we have left? Without seeming uptight and like a snitch? How can I show him that what he’s doing is serious and could get him into trouble he just can’t understand?
I’m afraid if I don’t do anything, there could be serious trouble. Very. Serious. But what the hell am I supposed to do???!
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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.
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Moving Sucks
/2 Comments/in Fun, New House, Photos /by MeganI 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.
Solicited Advice (Really, I need some)
/3 Comments/in Family /by MeganWhat do you do when a person you care about is screwing everything up? You can’t go to that person’s family because you’re part of it and no one will believe you anyway. You can’t talk to the person in question because they will just say, “You did bad things in the past too! You’re not perfect!”
I know that I am NOT a perfect person [see past entries, I am a strange, messed up little woman], but I’d like to think that one thing I am very good at is being a friend. I’m a good friend. I hope most of my friends would agree. And I know I’ve messed up some amazing friendships in my life [you know who you are], but I think in the past few years I’ve realized how important it is to stay close to people you care about. I have not done a very good job with this person in question.
This person and I used to be extremely close. Somewhere along the line we lost touch with each other, and with this loss we also lost respect and true caring. Now when we see each other, it seems forced and obligatory. This person thinks I look down on him for the mistakes he’s made in his life. Trust me, I cannot and do not have the right to look down on anyone for their mistakes. I’ve made too many of my own. And I’m trying to own up to them. It takes time to change.
How do I tell this person I’m worried without driving them further away? Without ruining what relationship we have left? Without seeming uptight and like a snitch? How can I show him that what he’s doing is serious and could get him into trouble he just can’t understand?
I’m afraid if I don’t do anything, there could be serious trouble. Very. Serious. But what the hell am I supposed to do???!
Don’t Blame Me, I’m High
/2 Comments/in Grumples, New House /by MeganSmall 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.