Cleanliness is next to Godliness...

My house is coming along.. we have maintained its cleanliness for 11 days and counting. I am so proud. Ok by we, I mean Andrew. But since we are together its WE now damnit! I truly am lucky to find someone that relishes in cleanliness. It is very awkward for me and I am having an adjustment period...but I like it.

I am not saying I was raised by cave slobs or anything but borderline.. kidding, mom. (Not that she has time to read this little ol blog) But my family was very lackadaisy with their cleaning abilities...but that's ok, It was supposedly ALL ME.

So Andrew cleans. That's who he is and what he does. I came home yesterday after an exhausting 8 hours at school... to a mopped floor, folded clean laundry and the quiet hum of the dishwasher running. That's always nice. Plus, Andrew worked a good 10 hours day. He is crazy if you ask me.

8 hours of sitting on my butt listening to lectures and I was pooped. I wanted to flop on the couch and curl up with my two old pals Ben and Jerry. Call me lazy I guess, since I didn't want to help in the house duties. But I eventually did. I lit a candle. I was helping with the smell situation.. Not that we had one, but freshen it up a bit.

But he can be a bit obsessive about it, if you ask me... Just my personal opinion. He spent 3 hours in the laundry room the other day. Doing laundry and between loads cleaning the washer, since it is being borrowed. I walked in on him wiping down the laundry detergent bottles. I said, "Oh! Sorry"and closed the door, nice little awkward moment. I had to ask him WHY? he was washing soap.... I dunno.

I just don't know where he gets the energy from. Must be the 2 packs of Monsters he got the other day... hmm..

Surgery is scheduled tomorrow... theyu are finally taking my lump out my boob. Yeah Baby!!! Wish me luck

Odd Man, err Woman Out

I just finished moving into my new place. I love it. It looks great!!! (thanks Nana) I am sitting down for the first time in three days. Andrew is doing laundry and I am in cyber space...for the first time in 3 days. I realize how addicted I am to the Internet, I was having withdrawals. I was huddled in the corner, about to sell my first born just for a fix.

Actually, I was too damn busy. So busy that I was the most exhausted I have ever been..well since having Jack. Andrew and I literally went straight to bed once our guests piled out the door. Like no frisky business...not even a kiss on the cheek, straight to dreamland.

The weirdest thing, I am out numbered for the first time. There is a weird shift in male to female ratio. I am so used to living in a house hold where everyone was female ..from the dogs to the fish to the people, with the exception of my dad. There has always been a untied bitch quality to every place I live. Not anymore... I am finally out numbered. It is strange. I guess I am just gonna have to have a girl soon...

KIDDING.

I heart Sonic

I just downed a chili cheese coney from Sonic. I am STUFFED. I always order these damn heathen dogs when I am starving. It isnt until my very last bite, that I assess the situation and realize.. "WOW! I just ate a foot of hot dog meat." I wanna gag just thinking about it.

I also ALWAYS say that this will be my last coney dog. LAST ONE! But nope.. it never fails to sneak back into my life. Maybe its because I had to dress up like one, I feel a deeper connection to the dog.

When I was 16 years old I worked at Sonic as a carhop.. I came into work one day late. So in order to teach me a lesson he strapped the hot dog costume on me. He thne marched my coney butt to the front of the Sonic which happened to butt up to an extremely busy road.

I procceeded to jump up and down and wave to passing by vehicles. I was actually having fun! Until these two boys came up to me and asked if they could get a picture with me. Thankfully my face was covered by the coney weiner. That is the only time it is okay to have a weiner in your face. When they asked I said "Okay!" But totally masked my voice..just in case they came back!!

Aw...those were the days... I love you Coney Dog!

Need A Vacay

Do you ever feel aloof? Out of body? Catch my drift...sometimes I feel as though I am living life looking in on things. Not really experiencing things hands on..but rather just looking in on it. Does that make any sense?

It has gotten worst since having Jackson. I think its a time issue. I just realize now more than before how quickly time slips away. Which should really make me want to live in every moment. It is just hard to explain. I kinda feel like I have been doing things the way they are supposed to be.. just like a routine.

I think the only treatment for this would be a vacation. I mean come on now, how awesome does that picture look up there? You cant do that shit everyday...I would love to go anywhere really, anywhere other than here at this point. I want some excitment.. some thrill..some.. some...pow!

Now dont get me wrong.. things are going pretty good right now. Too good if you ask me. I know I cant be on this much of a high for too long...something is bound to happen. Or maybe not. What if I am stuck in monotiny for life. How boring. I dont mean being with the same person by the way.. I am just talking about nothing really changes because everything around me is relying on me.

I guess that is just another side effect of motherhood.

I got this off the Dooce website and just about peed my pants. Which wouldnt have been good since I am in bed. I haved pissed the bed in months...I mean years.

Funny Japanese

New Casa

Have you ever tried to renovate your new house with a toddler running around your ankles? It is quite a daunting task, one I never want to do again. So much so that I am the most exhausted I have been since summer cheerleading camp. I thought chanting cheers in a hot sun while climbing the hillsides at Texas State was daunting..nope.

By the way, daunting seems to be the word of the day. So everytime you read it I want you to go crazy along with all your furniture in the house and the talking genie in the frame. Mecka-lecka-high..Mecka highy hoe.. That is for the oldies..

Anyways. I painted trim, walls, caulked( I am very good at handling caulk) dug up dirt, moved rocks, and cleaned. I did all that. Me. Maegan. I know. It is amazing. It is amazing, and daunting..ahhhhhhhhhh!

Andrew and I move into our new little home on March 1st. Isnt that crazy? A year ago today I was sitting around my house feeling sorry for myself, waiting for some man to knock on my front door and whisk me(and Jack) away with him. Well, I am proud to say I am no longer waiting aorund.. Thankfully. Although how awesome would it be if Andrew busted through my front door right now and was strong enough to lift my butt up? I just ate too so I know I am a few pounds heavier.

We decided to rent out my grandma's house. But before moving in, we are trying to make it as close to perfect as we can. This includes all the renovations, that we arent entirely paying for all by our lonesomes.

I will say, it will be the best looking place I have ever lived in and I cant wait to be settled in. I will also say that if I have to look at another gallon of paint, I might vomit. I think we are having a mini house warming party and you are all invited, but you gotta bring a plant. Oh and....daunting!