Boxes desperately wanted

I feel like a science experiment: WOMAN CLONES HUMAN BEING — INSIDE HER ABDOMEN! Film at 11.

We need a what? Shit. Now that we’re homeowners, we apparently need a lawnmower [know where we can get the old-fashioned people-powered kind?], a rake, a hose, a shovel … oh, for Chrissakes, do I look like I’m made of money?

Like a polaroid picture: So cousin Kyle’s wedding last weekend was a blast. She was radiant, Jay was charming, the whole thing was ultra suave. Lord, and the steak was amazing. Later, my sibs, folks, and Iain and I shook our collective groove thang til the break of dawn. Hella fun. Here’s a picture: Me, all five siblings and my sister’s boyfriend.

An aside: Somewhere along the way somebody taught The Beanster to do the macarena and he’s been bopping around in there ever since.

Please don’t: Memo to the guys who are calling me “Mommy” now that I’m pregnant — it’s not cute, it’s creepy. Sorry to say, but I’m not your mother and you’re freaking me out.

This gum tastes funny: Like we weren’t stressed enough, Iain is quitting smoking this week. Rather, he quit Tuesday, and we’re still reeling from the aftermath. Put a pregnant woman and a recently quit smoker [of the non-filtered variety] in a room together for more than five minutes at a time and one of two things happens: The woman starts crying, or the man … starts crying.

Good thing we’re tough bastards, innit?

The good times are just begun: Speaking of tough bastards, Tuesday also marked our two-year anniversary. Two whole years, and it just keeps getting better [or longer, depending on the day]. But seriously. I highly recommend marrying your best friend, especially if your best friend tops 6 feet tall and is exceedingly hunky.

In fact, dare I say it … I’m still “desperately in love” with this guy, and am looking forward to the next two years.

Ha! Just kidding. Long-haul, that’s my middle name. See you in 50, sweetheart. I wouldn’t change a thing.

And now, a rare word about work: Who’s going full-time? That’s right, this girl is. Holla.

This post brought to you by: #1 Crush by Garbage, from the “Romeo + Juliet” soundtrack.

July 29, 2004 | Filed Under daily grind, love life, pregnancy, sappy crap

Comments

6 Responses to “Boxes desperately wanted”

SoBo jb on July 30th, 2004 2:58 pm

South Baltimore has a moving couple’s best friend, ABC Box Co. http://www.abcboxes.com/ That place rules.
Dean on July 30th, 2004 3:42 pm

if you really need boxes. let me know. I’ll start hoarding them. I can get more than you’ll ever need in your lifetime. Free. let me know.
Dani on July 30th, 2004 9:28 pm

Look for a lawnmower at garage sales, that’s my advice. Or put out the word at work; we got one from a co-worker.
And happy anniversary! We’re coming up on 3 in September…scary!
epiph on July 30th, 2004 9:35 pm

I bought a lawnmower from an old man who rebuilds old ones out in my Hamilton Baltimore area. I bought it for $40 three years ago and it still works fine. Check your Pennysaver. Actually, I’m not sure if everyone in Baltimore gets a Pennysaver, but we do every Thursday and they’re great.
MB on July 30th, 2004 10:05 pm

Ooh, thanks for the advice, guys!
WebmasterMama on August 24th, 2004 2:10 pm

Maybe the guys are calling you “mami” and not “mommy” and that could mean they are actually hot for you.