| | I feel like I should have a song title for this entry, but for some reason the only songs that run through my head when thinking of the word "moving" are "Moving on Up" and "Move Along", neither of which fit the current situation, or mood. The thing about moving is..........I hate packing. Packing is more of a realization of self. You discover so many things that you never quite took into consideration before. Examples are:  Why on earth do I have 12 dinner plates, 18 side plates, and about 22 bowls? There is only one of me.
Do I really need 14 coffee mugs/tea cups? Is there a reason that I have collected 5 cable hookup cords? I have two TV's, not 5. And why do I even have 2 TV's? Once again, there is only one of me. I need an entire box in order to pack my shoes. It's a big box, too, and I packed my shoes tightly. I have the attention span of one box/area/packing genre. That means that I will complete one entire box/small area in the apartment/or genre of belongings before I need a distraction. For example, I will pack all of my shoes, pack pictures, go through papers, etc. before I have to either send a MySpace/Facebook message, getting to talk to my favorite SHS Senior on the phone, eat something, or watch some TV before returning to packing. Moral of the story, is that I have a lot of stuff. I need to downsize, but I'm not. Instead I'm packing everything right back up only to unpack and let it all sit in my loft apartment, which I guess is all right seeing as my new apartment is the same size as this one. So, I'm here on my last night in Midwest City drinking Seattle's Best, making me think about Suzanne since she spent her summer in Seattle, and listening to old school Good Charlotte, which makes me think of Julie because she hates them except for one song which is memorable because we usually have the same taste in music...except this. I still have a TON of packing to do, which makes me think that I should have had Kyle come over to yell at me any time I tried to do something else, such as write this blog entry. Oh well, such is life. Other happenings in life:  I love fall because fall means football. While my favorite team has seen better years, I still eat and breathe the stuff. What helps make football season even better? Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to the Malibu Macaws (aka my fantasy team for this season) which is currently 3-0 and in first place out of 12. A mighty thanks to the Raven's defense, LJ, Favre, Driver, Cotchery, Plaxico, Carney and many other supporting actors. I doubt I'll end the season this way, but I'm gonna take it for now.
There was this totally awesome event......what was it? Oh, yes, the Flaming Lips concert. I think one of the most amazing musical moments of my life was singing along with everyone and their mother at the concert when they played "Yoshimi", which is one of my favorite songs ever. I was quite disappointed to have to miss Kings of Leon, but there will be other times and other concerts. (That's James and me before the concert...I don't remember why he wanted the trash can in the picture...but for some reason he did...) 
Then there was this other event that happened, which was kind of a big deal...well, okay, so it was big. Bigger than the Lips. What was that? The wedding of one of my best friends, the lovely Megan Kathleen (Kelly) DeShazo. It was beautiful, she was beautiful, and most importantly, the happiest I've ever seen her, which is what means the most to me. It also marked the last time to see Abby before Africa takes her away from me. I'm starting to get bitter towards other countries...it started with Asia...and now Africa....and I guess that Kevin and Cornell aren't countries, but they still get a little bitterness because they took the other two away  . (And, in reality, I guess they could all argue that I've been taken away by just as many things, but this is my blog so those things don't count...you can't fault me for loving and missing my friends, can you?) 
The one of the current traditions we have going on right now? Thursday night is bowling night. It's a serious thing. Every Thursday from 9-Midnight you can find most of our crew at the lovely Penn 44 working on our game. Well, we don't really go with the intention of working on our game, it just ends up that way. I do have a new high of 169, and my average might be up to 140 when I actually try to bowl...which would be cool if the guys weren't starting to get up to 200...but, I blame that on the fact I haven't been in the last two weeks.  
All right, kids, I've gotta get this packing done......thanks for the distraction. ~Mel |
