First it was the move. Then the change of address with the postal service and ALL the bills. Then, we attempted to get car tags. We waited for 30 minutes to discover the credit card machine was down and we left the checkbook at home. oops. A week or so later, we finally paid the taxes. I waited 25 minutes in ANOTHER line to get tags only to discover we needed additional information and paperwork from KS about our electronic title. Its a really long complicated story. Longer than this one, yes, I know that's hard to believe. Another week or so later, I trek AGAIN to the DMV and wait another HOUR to explain the situation to a new attendant. She tarries on to help me get new tags in my new state FINALLY. Yesterday, I finally got my driver's license. It took me an hour. (that doesn't include the time it took for me to get my hair picture perfect AND find a shirt that doesn't highlight my sunburn.)
Now, I am officially a SC resident. The only thing left tying my to Kansas is my phone number. That may even change in a few months. I haven't decided. Its the last thing left that reminds me of my heritage. Wanna know the main reason I want it changed? It screams TOURIST when I call for take out. For some reason, I place great importance in assuring others I am a local. Yes, I realize this is really insignificant, but I'm being honest here. I imagine the next time we renew our cell phone contract we will change numbers.
But back to me. Part of me is thrilled, elated, overjoyed in having my new license, despite the fact I am 5lbs up from my last stated DL weight. Another part of me wants to cry and mourn the lost of my KSDL. I mean, that was a good picture and I still had the new mom glow. My face still shines in my new one, but it because of the humidity. See my dilemma? I know in another month I'll be over this, however, that doesn't refute what I am feeling in the moment. Moving evokes many emotions, some I want to savor, and some I want to hide. This one I'm not sure how to categorize.
9.07.2011
9.06.2011
Happy Birthday Baby Brother #1
Its my baby brother's birthday today! No this is not a repeat post. I have another brother and his birthday is today. It made for a fun Labor Day weekend when we were kids. We had tons of sugar with cake and brownies and double the ice cream. No, mine is not tomorrow. My parents weren't that good.
Anyway, my middle brother is the ripe old age of 28. Yikes.
In keeping with the same picture memory lane from yesterday, here is a photo of my middle brother experiencing his proud uncle moment.
I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I wish we could celebrate with together. I might have to make a pan of brownies in your memory!
Love-
MME
Anyway, my middle brother is the ripe old age of 28. Yikes.
In keeping with the same picture memory lane from yesterday, here is a photo of my middle brother experiencing his proud uncle moment.
I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I wish we could celebrate with together. I might have to make a pan of brownies in your memory!
Love-
MME
9.05.2011
Happy Birthday Baby Brother #2!
Its my baby brother's birthday! He is 26 and I guess you would consider him a "grown-up" for quite some time. I hardly consider myself a "grown-up" so he really doesn't seem to the fit the bill for adulthood. However, I found this picture that seals the deal. Its from the day after I had my baby girl. I love this picture of a proud uncle and his princess niece!
I guess this is one of the moments I realized I was an adult and my brother was too. That was over three years ago and I was 26 at the time. So while my baby brother doesn't have human children of his own, he does have a canine baby and is a professional student work in his PhD. I guess that is adult enough, right?
I'm proud of you, baby brother. I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I wish we could celebrate together!
Love,
MME
I guess this is one of the moments I realized I was an adult and my brother was too. That was over three years ago and I was 26 at the time. So while my baby brother doesn't have human children of his own, he does have a canine baby and is a professional student work in his PhD. I guess that is adult enough, right?
I'm proud of you, baby brother. I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I wish we could celebrate together!
Love,
MME
9.02.2011
if I were a kid
If I were a kid, I may spend my days drawing in sand. I might laugh gleefully, make art with my fingers, and dig my toes deeper into the wet sandy goodness. I would run joyfully away from my parents and straight into the salty waves. I would cry when we leave and beg to return every morning. I might choose to wear my swimsuit everyday, even when it rains.
If I were a child, I might love to jump. Especially jumping in things. I might jump into holes and roll around, just for the experience. Rolling around on different terrain might just be my new hobby. I think I would prefer sand to hard wood floors, rugs, or concrete. I have a hunch sand is always better. Although, shells are pretty good too. But aren't shells and sand essentially the same thing?
If I were a child, I might love to jump. Especially jumping in things. I might jump into holes and roll around, just for the experience. Rolling around on different terrain might just be my new hobby. I think I would prefer sand to hard wood floors, rugs, or concrete. I have a hunch sand is always better. Although, shells are pretty good too. But aren't shells and sand essentially the same thing?
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