So, this is my name tag. We are doing a loan thing at work and we all have these tag-ons to wear. I just picked on without looking at it and put it on. Well, my sister saw it and said, "Megan, no wonder you want to get married so bad. You are advertising it at work". Then, I looked at my name tag and figured out what she meant. Haha. I am ready to get married. Dating is stupid though. The guys you like don't like you back and the guys you don't like want you. In fact, there is one guy. He is cool. We probably text once in a while. I haven't seen him in months. Well, the other night he text me "I love you". I mean, what am I supposed to do with that? So, I just ignored it.
Then, there is my 'open engagement'. This guy Joe always calls me when he is intoxicated. I haven't seen him in months and we really only talk on the weekends...if my phone is not on silent. He calls me when he is drunk and when I told him I might move to St. George, he asked me to marry him. Well, the next weekend he asked me again. Then, last weekend he asked me if he needs to "buy a wedding ring and plan a marriage". ha ha...that one made me laugh for hours! Then, this weekend, he asked me to go ring shopping with him. My response is always, "ask me when you are sober". Then, his friends call me and ask if we are engaged. Then Joe says he wants to know if we are. Ugh.
I don't need a relationship with someone when they are drunk. I need someone to take care of me. I need someone with a similar lifestyle. I just need a good man in my life. I sure hope he comes around soon:) Maybe one day someone will see my 'advertisement' and ask me:)
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Where is Memphis?
So, Memphis is kinda like my shadow right now. It is cute. The kids are my favorite at a certain age and Memphis is at that age right now. In fact, she will tell people that "Megan is my best friend". It cute. So, she keeps asking me to take her on the 'choo choo train' (Trax). We rode trax a little bit ago, and every day since, she asks me about it. So, the other day she asked me if we could ride it, I said we couldn't because I had to go to work. Well, somewhere she got confused and thought she was going to work with me. So, I came upstairs and my mom asked me if Memphis was in the car with me, and I told her she wasn't. My mom said that we needed to find her. (Don't worry, she was only 'missing' for a minute). So, I went out to my car and there she was. She was ready to go to work with her best friend. Haha. (I usually keep a car seat in my car since I often take a kid with me somewhere)
Cute
I love all of my brother's and sister's kids, but this is probably one of my favorite pictures. Chad has had an ear ache for a while now. He found out about those wax candles that suck the ear wax out of your ear. So, he tried it the other day. Cody just stared at his dad. I thought it was cute. This picture wasn't even posed for:)
Grave Digger vs Traxxas
Every year when we go to monster jam in Vegas, Grayson and Chad love to watch the Traxxas cars. Chad really wants one, but due to his stinginess, he probably wont ever buy one. Grayson is obsessed. He talks about them all the time. He even got a Traxxas magazine and just sits and looks at it. He is nuts. Anyway, this weekend, my sister bought a hot wheels Grave Digger. I guess we will see what wins out: Grave Digger or Traxxas.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Bad News Comes in Threes
Well, my last post talked about our new baby girl. She is cute and SUPER little. Then, my dad broke his elbow. Now, even though a baby is NOT bad news, a hospital visit still takes place, So, we thought that the baby and my dad's broken arm would be our TWO things and then we would just have one more accident. Well, we were wrong. The baby doesn't count for a hospital visit. A week after my dad broke his elbow, Boston broke his wrist. He is in a cast now. So, there are our three hospital visits...wrong again. My mom was in the hospital last night with kidney stones. So, we have a broken arm, a broken wrist, and a mom laid up in bed waiting for the last two kidney stones to pass. So, we have met our quota in hospital visits.
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