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Commentary on the Irony

February 25, 2007/0 Comments/in Trent /by Megan

Trent and I have been hanging out together much more in the past few days then we had been in the past months. He had been so busy with work and I had been traveling all over the place, so we just decided to stay in this weekend and hang together. Which leads to conversations like this one:

Trent: Honey, I forbid you from recording The Hill’s on DVR.

Me: It was YOU who deleted my recordings! Do not delete that, I haven’t watched it yet!

Trent: That is a stupid show for little high school girls….[turns to one of his 20 recordings of Aqua Teen Hunger Force] Now if you’ll excuse me I have some cartoons to watch.

On Britney

February 22, 2007/1 Comment/in Trent /by Megan

Me: You don’t know, she might have postpartum psychosis or something.

Trent: Whatever, she needs to buck up and take care of her shit.

Me: But she’s just had two kids in a year and a half. That has to totally wreck your mental state. Plus all the chemicals released in her brain. Maybe she can’t control herself, and that’s not her fault.

T: Don’t even compare yourself to her. You are a fantastic mother. She’s a southern whore, and now she’s bald. I already told you, I’m leaving you if you shave your head. And she is a fucking millionaire, she needs to get over it!

Me: So if you have money you can’t be depressed?

T: Not if you have 2 million dollars! Pay someone to fix it! Get therapy!

Me: You’re gonna be in trouble if we have another kid and I lose it.

T: Whatever, I’ll just slap you with my million dollars.

One more reason why

January 13, 2007/0 Comments/in Trent /by Megan

Because randomly when he goes out to get gas or dog food or sunflower seeds (yea for quitting chewing!) he brings me home chocolate ice cream.

Uploading for the Masses

December 7, 2006/2 Comments/in Family, Lucy, Molly, Photos, Trent /by Megan

Since I have felt the need to saturate the web with my presence, I worried a bit that you all had stopped reading this, my first and my favorite, place to sprew garbage on the Internet. When my comments dropped drastically, I went through a sort of 9th grade barrage of feelings. Was I no longer funny? Am I boring now that I’m at home all day with the monkey baby? No one likes me?

But, after checking my site stats, I guess you are still reading, just not commenting. Which I understand as I’m usually sending emails, posting on Facebook and running this site. So, my lovely readers, I forgive you. I promise soon I will tell stories of drunken family Christmas parties that will make even the most cynical reader crack a grin.

But until then, I have been putting off posting pictures because, well, it’s a pain in the ass. I’ve been uploading to so many sites (see saturation above) and creating so many damn Christmas gifts with pictures of the child, I just didn’t have the time to upload for the masses. But, here you go. The few below are some of my favorites, click on them to view the whole collection.

For some deja vu, go to my Facebook site.

Daddy’s Girl

November 19, 2006/1 Comment/in Lucy, Trent /by Megan

I put Lucy down for her nap about an hour ago. When Lucy is sleeping, she has a sound machine that’s usually on. We started using it when she was teeny, and it worked so well, we decided not to get rid of it. You just set that sucker to white noise and we could have a keg party in the other room without her making a peep.

I was just in the kitchen (possibly getting myself a white chocolate-covered Oreo) when I heard a loud, high-pitched beeping noise. It got louder and louder, but I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I finally realized it was coming from the baby monitor, but when I turned it off the noise didn’t go away. I went into the baby’s room and found it was coming from the sound machine. The machine is also an alarm clock and apparently at some point the alarm set button was accidentally hit. I hit snooze and then found out how to turn off the damn alarm, then looked into the crib. The baby didn’t move an inch. The alarm had probably been on for 3 or 4 minutes when I finally got it turned off, and she didn’t budge. Her daddy was very proud.

Now I’m having visions of dragging the child out of bed for school. Actually, I’ll probably be alternating between dragging her and her father out at the same time. Crap.

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