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Obit

February 13, 2008/2 Comments/in Family, World /by Megan

I have had this post saved in my que for ages, but just never got around to finishing or posting it. Ironic, as today I myself am heading out for what is sure to be a very sad and emotionally draining funeral. It’s one of those days that you dread, but know you need to make it through, because there are people that are suffering so much and they need your support. So I’m going to get over my issues and go. Because they deserve to have all the support in the world today.

I while back I read this obituary by a solider in Iraq who was writing about his experiences for a Colorado paper. Before he left for war, he wrote his own obituary, and made a friend promise to post it if he was killed. Today, more than ever, this really touches me.

RIP, David. We’ll miss you.

The 2007 Holiday Season, in Photos

January 28, 2008/1 Comment/in Family, Lucy, Photos, Trent /by Megan

OK, after much procrastination and all-around laziness, here are the highlights (and lowlights) of the 2007 holiday tour.

First, we had a quick family holiday in Kansas City. And just in case Mother Nature was worried we may be too excited for the Florida sun, she hit us with a huge ice storm. Gee, thanks. I was starting to defrost a little, but you just took care of that, didn’t you.

Icy Tree

Although the ice just pissed me off, Lu seemed to like it. And she’s become obessed with eating snow. Did I mention she falls down a lot? I think it may have had an affect…

Lucy Ice Princess

So at our little KC Christmas with Trent’s mom and step-dad, once again I was totally outdone by Trent’s mom. I got Lucy an Ugly Doll and coloring book for Christmas…she got her a tricycle, duplos and a bubble machine.

Bubbles

In case you were wondering, this is the face one makes when first confronted with the joy of the bubble machine. Let’s just say the coloring book was less impressive after this.

Bubble Face

Then we headed out to Tennessee to visit Trent’s dad and step-mom. They live in the middle of nowhere, on Poor House Road. Seriously, it’s called Poor House Road. We stole a street sign and hung it up in our house. Just seems more fitting.

Poor House

I spent much of our time in Tennessee sneaking off to take pictures. Trent has started to get a little ansy with me taking pictures of all sorts of stuff and then running out of memory before we get to the important events. Like, say, Christmas. So I threw him a bone and we took this family shot.

You gotta love Lucy’s big “CHEEEESSSEEE!”

Then I ran off and took some more pictures of horses.
Horses

But Trent got to drive his dad’s Porche, so that got him off my back. At least for a while.
Porche

So I continued taking random pictures. Hey, everyone loves a festive wreath, right?
Wreath

The highlight of the trip to Tennessee had to be the Christmas Eve Day party at the farm center. Very “Little House on the Prairie.”
Farm Center Band

After a quick stop back in KC, we headed back to the airport on our way to Florida to visit my parents. We knew it would be warm there, but 80 degrees?!?!?! Do you remember what we were leaving?
Icy Tree

So the 80 degree weather was quite the treat, and we took advantage by heading to the beach. Lucy was a little afraid at first…
Testing the Gulf

But after some encouragement, she was loving it! That is, until the salt water got in her eyes. Then the sand seemed much more inviting.
Getting Her Feet Wet

In Florida, we realized that Lucy and my dad have the exact same haircut. Or lack thereof.

This has to be my favorite picture from the whole trip. This is exactly how I used to look on the beach with my family as a kid. Wind blowing in my face. The smell of salt and the sea. Sand caked in every nook of my body. It’s so incredible seeing Lucy with those same expressions. It makes all of those plane trips worth it….maybe?
Wind

Procrastination

January 16, 2008/1 Comment/in Blond, Family, Grumples, Lucy /by Megan

So, I meant to write a HUGE, GINORMOUS post by today. I really did. It was going to have beautiful photos and illustrations and unicorns and rainbows would come out of your computer screen and you’d hear angels singing and the snozzberries would taste like snozzberries…but I digress. Instead, I spent most of my evening and night and early morning with my baby girl who has a cough so bad that it makes her puke. Seriously. I might add that this is another thing I wasn’t warned about in child care class. Can I have a refund?

Last night around 6:30 Lu was sitting in a pile of all of her toys right next to our dining room table when she started hacking uncontrollably (as she has been for a day or two). All of a sudden, the hacking turned to hiccuping, turned to gagging turned to puke all over the freaking place. This senario repeated several times throughout the night.

So after lots of clothes washing and sheet changing and cleaning the puke out of my hair, I had to get up and go to work early so I can leave early enough for Trent to get into work. And my normal work day starts at 6 a.m., so you can imagine how early “early” is for me. I’m sure you can also imagine how crabby I am, as I am normally a crab, but lack of sleep adds about a million on my crab-o-meter.

Long story short, no big ole’ post today. But in my sleep deprivited state, this post made me laugh for about 10 minutes straight. An exerpt:

So I swing the door open, grab her before she has a chance to get away, and then walk back into the living room where Leta is still crying and Jon is actively acquiring more Star Bits. And I’m standing there with my parts peeking out the front of this giant coat, a snow-covered puppy wriggling violently in my arms, her poop-scented tongue licking my forehead. Sometimes life is such that it’s too much to ask for them all to sit still so that I can take ten seconds and put on a pair of panties.

Charming

January 11, 2008/2 Comments/in Family, Fun, Happiness, Trent /by Megan

Remember Mikayla? If not, click here, you won’t be sorry. Although she may be sorry.

Well, Mikayla and her very well-dressed boyfriend Heath got engaged this Christmas after a courtship that rivals Trent and I’s in length (read: really long). Congrats to both of them, and I’d like to add a big HA HA HA to Mikayla who now is officially attached to the business that Trent and Heath started last year. No more of this “I’m just the girlfriend, you’re the wife” shit.

godparents

I like to drag people down to my level, have you noticed.

And thank you, Mrs. Future Stover, for the lovely email you shot me at 8 a.m. yesterday:

“I feel like poo. My head is full of snot. Enjoy your breakfast.”

Your charms never cease to amaze. How you weren’t engaged before this is beyond me. When Lucy is old enough to read this, she’ll be so proud of her godmother.

New York on my mind

November 27, 2007/3 Comments/in Blond, Family, Trent /by Megan

I love new york

We spent our holiday weekend in New York with Trent’s family. Yes, all 12 and a half of us. And I’m exhausted. We got home on Sunday, and I still feel like I’ve been sitting on a plane for 3 hours with a toddler. Vacation hangover claims another victim.

The minute we got off our train in the city I leaned over to Trent and said, “You’re going to be so annoyed with me by the end of today.” Why? Because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to shut up about how wonderful the city is and how we could totally live there. Yes, even with our kid and our dog and our piddly little income. People do it all the time. It’s what New York is about, people! Taking the plunge. I think I’m in the minority in this, as most parents I know would rather move to the Ukraine than raise their kids in New York City, but all I could think about was how great it would be to spend a Sunday afternoon in Central Park or to take Lu to the fruit stand on the corner each morning or to send her to a school where a field trip means a trip to the Met or the Museum of Modern Art. And how everyone that I know who lives there is happier there than they’ve ever been.

So now, as I sit at my cube, I keep wishing I could look out the window and see the hi-rise skyline. Nevermind that if I worked in New York, I would be no where near a window office. It’s the dream. Trent promised we could move there if he makes a million dollars at his business or if I make a million dollars. Anyone want to donate?!

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