Rock and a Hard Place...

Currently I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I truly and sincerely want to move out of our condo. The reasons I want to move are as follows:

1. I want a dog (yes, this is the #1 reason I want to move, that might seem crazy to some people, but I just want my freakin dog already)2. I am sick and tired of our HOA. Do you have nothing better to do than survey what I am doing with my life people? Who cares if I have a charcoal grill on my clean patio? Why don't you go talk to the people with all the junk on their patios? I myself think that is much worse than a charcoal grill. Isn't that a fire hazard too? Sheesh.

3. Now is a good time to buy. Sell? Maybe not the best time, but if we can at least break-even then why not? That's what I say. Let's get a house, in an area we actually want to live in, while the prices are still reasonable.

I will stop at those three reasons. I could go on and on, but I won't. We know we could break-even on the sale of our condo if we sold today. There is a potential to make SOME money, but that might not happen. So I say let's list and just see what happens. If we don't get any offers, or we aren't happy with the offers, we can pull it off of the market.

Have I sold any of you on this yet? Cuz I certainly haven't sole Quenten on it yet. He thinks we should rent it out. But I say BOO to being landlords. I certainly don't want to be running over to the condo at midnight to fix something. I'm just saying. Leave me your vote on whether you think staying, selling, or renting is the best plan....

Parappah the Rapper...

For some reason when spring comes along I fully believe that I am a gangster of sorts. At least I get a hankerin' for some good old rap music. Is that strange to anyone else? I guess I can't deem myself a gangster when I use words like "hankerin" and "good old." Too bad too, since I think I would make a pretty good one. At least I would be comfortable in my baggy clothes. So here's to my peeps on the West side... HAPPY SPRING! ENJOY THE RAP MUSIC!

Days Gone By...

There are some days that I miss being a veterinary technician more than others. The last few days I have been missing it terribly, so I have decided to tell you about one of my favorite patients. His name is Ben.

Ben is the only Kuvasz I have ever met. They are beautiful. large dogs. I kept hearing everyone I worked with talk about how much they loved a dog named Ben who boarded with us frequently because his parents love to travel (yes parents, that's what we call them in the veterinary world). Then one day I finally had to meet this infamous Ben. One of the kennel techs came into the general treatment area with the most beautiful white dog I had ever seen. I gasped, and said "WHO IS THIS?!" She said "Oh, this is Ben. Ben, give Megan a hug." And that he did. From then on, anytime I would see him I would ask him for a hug. And here he is doing so...

Oh how I miss working with animals. Everyday held some sort of stress for me, but then moments like this happened and I remembered all over again why I chose to go into the field. Animals are an amazing gift our Heavenly Father has blessed us with. I could go on and on about the amazing things I have seen and heard about, but I won't. At least not in this post. Thanks for reading my reminiscing.

From Russia with Love...

I had to go to Tampa last week for work. A trade show to be more specific. I am not a traveler, let's just say. I HATE FLYING! But, if I have my friend Zanex, I can somewhat manage. It just keeps me from getting hysterical, but I am still scared. Anyway, I don't think anything else could have gone wrong on our way to Tampa. They lost our most important bag (but luckily found it), we got lost on the 17 freeway changes we were supposed to take (thank you cell phone GPS system for telling us where to go about 2 minutes after the fact), and we got to our hotel at around 2am. And here is the best part...

Mike (my boss) and I got checked in and headed up to our separate rooms. We actually had the rooms right next to each other. Mike went in his room, and I went in mine. Well, I flipped on the light and started walking down the small hallway past the bathroom and to the bed. This is where I found a man, who was obviously startled out of his sleep, standing in front of me in his boxers and a t-shirt. That's right! To make things more fun, he had a very thick accent. I like to think he was Russian or German or something. Anyway, he said "This is my room 6-1-3." And I said "Apparently it is mine as well." And then I started laughing so hard I could barely breathe. I went out into the main hallway and knocked on Mike's door. He opened it to find tears streaming down my face, and laughter beyond control. He seemed concerned, and I was able to get out the words "there's a man in my room."

I went down to the front desk and told the girl there what had happened. She said "well according to my computer that room is vacant." I responded "Apparently not, unless you want to go tell that to the poor man upstairs that I just scared the living daylights out of!" She apologized and told me they had no rooms for me. So I walked next door and stayed in the only vacant room that hotel had for the night. Thank heavens they had one!

Marriott was very apologetic about the whole thing, they bought me dinner, breakfast, and comped my room at the other hotel for the first night. They also sent me away with a free night at any Marriott anytime. So there you have it. My best story from the trip. Sorry for waking you up that way sir, but maybe you should set the latch in all of your hotel rooms from now on to save from having this happen again... Hopefully you got a free room out of it as well. That's all I have to say about that.

Dear Peanut M&Ms,

How I love you so my friends. I don't buy the personal bags very often. It's family size or nothing for me. That should show you the level of commitment I have for you Peanut. Plain is just not the way to go.

I come to you today to tell you of my utter disappointment. I purchased a large bag from Costco and have found myself with "teaser" peanuts instead of the real thing. Imagine the sheer disappointment of biting into something that still mysteriously LOOKS like it contains a peanut inside, when in fact it does not! And to tell you the truth, the absence of the peanut makes you taste burnt. I personally do not enjoy the tast of candy coated burnt.

So I eat another and another from this giant bag, and at this point it very well could be a nearly 50/50 peanut to non. I don't enjoy this trickery. So, I am highly considering dumping you and seeing your cousin Peanut Butter instead. He never leaves me guessing, he is ALWAYS there. So thank you Peanut Butter. Here I come...

A Little Paint Here and There....

Ashley just bought a new condo. It is the greatest place, other than they painted everything tan. I mean EVERYTHING! The ceilings, the molding, the doors, everything. So Ash and I spent Sunday painting the ceilings white throughout the entire place. Then Monday and Tuesday night were spent painting doors and molding white. I also taped my little heart out last night so we would be ready to paint the actual colors on Thursday night. That is the fun part, so I am SO excited about that. I love how quickly paint can change any space. I love that it is instant gratification. I am definitely a spur of the moment kind of person, not a sit back and see where this takes us kind of gal. Like I've said in post after post, patience and content are not two attributes I have been blessed with. But painting is, and so I will spread that talent anywhere I can... Literally anywhere. You need a room painted? I'm your woman...

If You Want To Talk Berry...

There are two little ladies that have changed my life forever. I like to call them my hussies, because that is how they live their lives. This post probably won't make any sense to most of you, but I felt like writing it for record sake.

I was blessed to be given the opportunity to be a twin. I don't know what I did to deserve such a gift, but I am eternally grateful I did it. I can't imagine life without my Chels Lyn. To call her my best friend just doesn't seem enough. My soul mate more like it, but people think that is supposed to be a significant other, so I'm stuck there too. So "my twin" seems to cover it the best. That word just means you were born at the same time as someone else to most people, but not to me. Whenever people ask "Is that your sister." I reply "She's my twin." Which sometimes follows with "Well then she is your sister, right?" Yes people, that does technically make her my sister, but she is my twin which makes it even better.

When Chels and I turned 18 we were given the greatest gift of all time. Yes, I did say that being a twin was the greatest gift of all time, and it is, but this ties for first. Chels was at a doctor's appointment, but the rest of us in Vocal Ensemble were setting up for the Renaissance Feast. My friend Jodi Nicholson said "Come with me." While beaming the entire way. She held my hand and pulled me up the stairs to the back of the choir room where a light blue pet carrier was sitting. I took a step back and gasped. I had been begging for a cat for YEARS and this was finally the moment... I looked in to see the most beautiful mess I had ever seen. Yes, mess. I didn't know what a torti was at the time, or the fact that blue torti's were so incredibly rare. But there she was! My eyes filled with tears, and I hugged all of my friends who contributed to this amazing gift. Chels got to school a few minutes later, so we did the same to her, and she was excited and nervous. Chels has this thing where she has an anxiety attack anytime we get a new pet. It lasts for about 12 hours and then she is good to go.

So I sent Chels and Valentine home to take a nap (since they weren't doing well after their doctor's appointment). I was giddy the whole rest of the day. I finally got home to my girls. We ended up hiding her in our room for 1 week, but then she slipped out of our room one day and bumped into Lynn in the hallway (way to go Val). There was no getting around our secret then... :)

Valentine ended up being the missing link to Chels and I that we never knew we had. When I look back at our time together it seems like a dream. We were always together. Whether it be laughing our heads off, eating like pigs, or napping for hours on end, it was PERFECT. Absolutely perfect. We didn't get to have our little Valentine for very long, and most days it doesn't seem like that period of time was actually real, but I am certainly grateful for it either way. Dream or not.

I hope this didn't freak anyone out too much. I just love my Chels and Val so much, and am so eternally grateful that they are mine. They are my very berry best friends. They make my dreams come true, calm me down, and just plain make me content. There is no way to describe my gift, but I hope this post did it some sort of justice. LOVE YOU HUSSIES!