Well folks, the end of the work week is near.  This means pedal to the metal packing from here on out.  I am taking next week off to move.  Our official closing/moving day is June 4.  Think happy, light boxes thoughts.  I say light boxes because B has apparently hurt his back.  Perfect timing, no?  Good thing he isn’t milking his injury and I am not having to coddle him.  Oh wait, I am.  (I love you, Baby B!)

I don’t know when our Internet will be disconnected or when it will be back up.  B has this ridiculous idea that it will be connected immediately, but I have other ideas.

Sorry I was not a dedicated blogger and I didn’t line up guest bloggers!  I will try not to leave you guys for too long.  If you don’t hear from me by June 9, send out a search party. 

 Adios mis amigos!

Do you watch Jon & Kate plus 8?  You absolute should, unless the idea of eight kids makes you want to hurl yourself off a bridge, then maybe the show isn’t for you.  Me on the other hand, I am a big fan!

B and I have this long running joke about having twins.  B wants them and is sure to tell everyone his thoughts about twins.  I am not sold on the idea, but secretly I do think it would be neat.  Lucky for B, the odds are in his favor, my Meemaw is a twin so if the whole generation skip is true, it would be my turn. 

Moving on, that twin talk is starting to make me queasy.

Monday night, TLC was running a marathon of Jon & Kate plus 8.  Of course, I was sucked in.  B was in the other room and I kept running in during commercials to tell him the cutest things the kids were doing.  After about the tenth report to B, he looked up at me and said, “Let’s have eight kids.”  I squealed and said, “I was thinking the exact same thing!  But we would have to get a Great Dane as well, how else could we top Jon and Kate.”

So there it is folks, the secret to success.  If you want a reality tv show have eight kids, but don’t forget the twist.  We plan on calling our show B & Megan plus 8 and a horse.  Catchy no?

Do you ever get so stressed and overwhelmed that you just don’t have the energy to do anything outside of your “need to live” requirements?  I mean things like showering, going to work, eating… all things you need to do to survive, though showering might be questionable.  I am in that stage right now.  Packing is going really well, right on track, but everything else in life seems to take too much effort.  Like blogging.

Did everyone have a nice three-day weekend?  Mine was very productive and very expensive since we bought a tv and an entertainment center.  Doh!  And despite all the packing and spending, I still managed to squeak in some relaxation time.  I did go on strike against the Internet.  I would probably still be on strike if I didn’t sit at a computer during the work day.  Checking email and reading blogs is too much work right now.  Crazy right?  The Internet was my get away, my escape from things that made me think, but not these days.  I am having to conserve all my energy to keep packing.  That means no wasting brain cells to write clever blog posts.  Sorry I am not out there reading either!  I have checked in on a few of my daily reads, but it has been sparse and commenting is even sparser (like my made-up word).

Sorry for the whining, the end is near, I promise!  Official moving day is in one week.  I will be around this week (come back for my idea on how to top Jon and Kate plus 8).  Don’t count on seeing me much next week.  If you never hear from me again, call 911, I am probably buried under a pile of box.

Hugs and kisses, miss you bunches!

P.S.  My new 52″ tv kicks ass, though I totally had no plans on buying one! 

P.P.S.  Moving post #1,349.  Only seven more to go!

Do you have a Wii?  Let me back up, have you heard of the Wii?  Surely you have.  If not, come out from underneath the rock!  The Wii is taking over my life… again.

That’s Mii!  Big head and all.

I go through Wii phases, as I do with most habits and hobbies.  Right now I am in a Wii phase, in the zone, if you will.  It started the end of April when Mario Kart came out.  For the next three weeks I played the crap out of Mario Kart.  Every night I was playing, and getting pretty good!  I could actually beat B.  Not that I am competitive or was trying or anything.  Not me.

If you do the math, I stopped obsessively playing Mario Kart on Monday.  Nintendo must have some marketing geniuses out there who knew this would happen because what did they do, released Wii Fit yesterday.

Love it!  My only complaint, I have to get up and it makes me sweat.  What?  That’s the point?  Well crap, I guess I should have read the box better.

I am kidding.  It really is pretty cool.  How genius is Nintendo?  They made a video game that appeals to all ages, all sexes and it incorporates exercise!  It might not appeal to you workout/aerobics buffs who will scoff at the simple exercises and claim it isn’t really a workout, but what are you doing reading my blog anyway.  Shoo!  You make me feel bad.

Last night we started off slow, just playing some balance games and trying a few yoga poses.  And you know what, I feel it this morning.  I am not in horrible, uncomfortable pain, but I still feel some tension in my calves and thighs.  According to my Wii Fit bank, I played/worked out for 22 minutes last night.  Not bad, I say.

After my workout (don’t laugh fitness buffs, I thought I told you to leave!) I took a quick break to watch American Idol.  Woohoo David Cook!  And then it was back to Wii!

A group of my online friends were getting together a Mario Kart game.  I ended up playing with them until 10:30!  Time flies when you are getting the crap kicked out of you.  Remember when I said I was pretty good?  Nope, apparently B just sucks and he is the only person I can beat.  Either that or not playing for three days will really ruin your game!  Another genius marketing ploy by Nintendo.

So that was my night.  Wii Fit, American Idol and Mario Kart.  All part of my avoiding and procrastinating.  What, I have 11 days to pack.  That is plenty of time. 

P.S.  To a certain someone out there, B says, when are you going to woman up and play online with us?  Really, he said that.  I can’t make this stuff up.

In case you missed it, I was a guest blogger over at Sohobutterfly last weekend. Soho is a fellow Boston Terrier and Mutt-dog owner, so of course I had to feature Zoey and Servo in my post.  You should go check out their How To instructions, complete with pictures.  (Do it, it pertains to this post.)

You back yet?  Cute pictures, right?  Well, in order to get those cute pictures, I had to take about a million not so cute pictures.  In between the dogs’ lack of cooperation and my lack of photography skills, let’s just say there are a lot of picture to delete.  Before I go emptying my memory card, I thought I would share some of the funnier outtakes with my readers reader (Hi Mom! [Did I tell you I totally guilted my Mom into reading my blog]).

First was Servo with his foot obsession.  Have I told you about his foot obsession?  Yeah, my dog is a weirdo.  He is lucky I like him or this could cause some serious problems.  If you deny Servo the foot he will just stare at you, occasionally nudging or pawing at your feet.  It is best to just give in to the love.

Servo got a little carried away here.  He was trying to eat my foot.  I know… some of you are thinking gross!  Eh, get over it.  I did.

Next I set up the breakfast in bed picture.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  Dogs, on my level, with food.  That was stupid.  Trying to get Servo to sit still and Zoey to sit next to Servo was a big mistake.

Servo was refusing to take his eyes off the food and Zoey was just mad to be that close to her brother.

Really mad. 

She forgave me when I let her eat the Cheerios.  Again, I know… gross!  Yes, I let my dogs eat Cheerios out of my good dishes.  I told you people months ago I was a dog freak.  Get. over. it.

After the dogs were full of Cheerios, I decided to move on to the bath tub.  I was hoping the sugar rush/food coma would allow me to take a few quick shots before the dogs decided to turn against me.  This was the first picture I took.

Servo was already revolting and wiping the bubble off his head.

When he finally poked his head up, the bubbles were gone and I could tell he was planning his escape.

Wait for it…

Yep, he jumped out of the tub leaving one pissed off Boston Terrier behind.  Time to wrap up the bath session.

Finally we moved outside.  I figured that would make the dogs happy.  Unfortunately it was hot and extremely bright out, so while the dogs were happy, they ended up looking a little too happy.

Sup doooooooooodes….

Do ya got any cheezy poofs?

Yeah, my dogs look a little stoned.  Nice.

And then once again, Servo decided enough was enough.

Wait for it…

Almost…

Yep, we are done.

Does anyone have a well behaved, cooperative hound dog I can borrow?  It would make taking pictures of my favorite subjects so much easier.

One thing I did learn, I have mad respect for all the pet photographers of the world.  How do they do it?

The question of the day, brought to you by my overloaded, avoiding the obvious brain.

Let’s pretend you are the tenth caller on a radio show and they ask you where is the one place in the world you would want to travel to.   The hitch is you only have ten seconds to answer, and whatever you say is where the radio station will be sending you for a week.  No questions asked.  No changing you answer.  And, the trip would be happening right now, so weather would be real time.  Of course, you only have ten seconds to answer so you probably shouldn’t be analyzing the current state of affairs.

I asked B this question yesterday.  He immediately said Hawaii.  Good choice, B.  It’s tropical, the weather is nice and it is not on our list of quick/easy/affordable vacations.

Yeah, I could do that.

My answer was a little more exotic though.  If someone is going to send me on an all expense paid vacation for a week, I am going to choose a place I would probably never see on my own.  Something really out there.  Something like…

New Zealand!  To me, New Zealand is a make believe place.  I think the combination of the distance and the insanely beautiful landscape, in my mind, this place just isn’t real.  I would have to see it to believe it.

So what you would you choose?  You only have ten seconds to decided.  Ready… GO!

I am over here today. Go check it out to see funny Zoey and Servo pictures and to make me not feel like a loser.

Thanks!

It’s time for another Exposaroonie challenge! This week’s challenge is the Rule of Thirds. Have you heard of the Rule of Thirds? If not, check out this helpful article. Even if you know the rule already, there are still some helpful photography tips.

Let’s move on to the pictures. These were all taken last weekend when LauReality came to visit. Enjoy the sneak peak today, I promise I am going to post a whole slew of Oklahoma pictures soon.

Here is my official submission,

Pretty cool, huh? Everyone laughed at me when I got out of the car to take pictures of the passing train. Who’s laughing now!

The runner up,

Not bad, not bad. This was taken at the Oklahoma City National Memorial. I took some great shots there. Promise, they are coming! One day.

And finally, my new favorite,

I really liked this picture, but the color was goofy so I went with the train. After playing around with photoshop, I decided I loved this picture! I was just goofing around while waiting for the bathroom. That is my brother-in-law, M.  Hi M!

Head on over to Exposaroonie and check out the other submissions. There are some fantastic ones this week. And, if you are tired of missing out of all the fun, join in!

*Warning!  An obnoxious, whiney, rambling complaint follows.  Look away now!  You have been warned.

Have I mentioned we are moving?  Oh right, about a hundred times.  Incase you are new, we are moving. 

I would just like to interrupt here and say, I know people move all the time, everyday in fact.  I also know there are people who make much more drastic moves than our 30 minute location shift.  I still want to complain.

How in the world do people do it?  How do people move every few years or even less?  A friend of mine is one house number three (I think) in 10 years (again, I think).  Is she insane?  I can answer that, yes.

Moving sucks!  Moving sucks donkey balls.  I feel like life is slowly being drained out of me and I am shutting down.  I have barely even started packing!  That is the worst part.  I haven’t even reached total and complete exhaustion and I am done.  I am not even dealing with storage facilities, insurance companies, the bank, utilities; and I am done.  (A big thanks to B for calling those people for me!  You know how I get phone anxiety!)

Yesterday was a particularly moody day.  We found out our buyer wants to take possession of the house at closing.  I was crossing everything I have hoping we could “rent” our house a few days to get everything out.  How do people do this?  How do you spend an entire day signing papers and get everything from point A to point B?  Spending money to hire a company to move us is a ridiculous expense.  An expense we don’t have, or would rather spend on a new tv.

Remember when I offered you pizza and beer to come help?  Seriously.  Come help.  Come help before B goes crazy and I end up in the fetal position sucking my thumb.

Moving bites.

So close, yet so far.

Three weeks people.  Three weeks until the Big Day.

(Hi Megan!)

 It is time to make some confessions around here.  I know this make shock some of you, others are probably aware and relieved I am coming to terms with my addiction.

Last week I told you about my shampoo habit.  There is more.  Much more. 

I am a chapstick addict.

Wow.  That feels better just saying out loud.

I think it started around college.  Maybe it was the lousy dorm air vents.  Maybe it was the Oklahoma air.  Maybe it was because I was on my own for the first time.  However it started, it hasn’t stopped.

I hide chapstick around the house.  I can recount at least 11 tubes hidden around my house.  That doesn’t include the four in my purse and two in my desk drawer.  I need this stuff!  I can’t sleep at night without one last application.  I can’t go long after a meal without digging through my purse to find the right after dinner flavor. 

I am not particular about the brand either.  Sure, I might favor Burt’s Bees or Cherry Chapstick, but I will try anything once.  At the Walmart after Christmas sale, I came home with three holiday themed tubes.  Every time I see a commercial for a new brand/flavor, I have to go buy it.

Do you think I need help?  Can’t this just be my personality flaw?  It’s not like my work is effected.  I am a function addict.  That counts for something right?