Evidence of a Busy Week

Last week was a super busy week. I think the best way to
convey to you how busy my week was, is with the following story. On Monday morning I ran out of deodorant. So I used Dave's for a day, but he ran out on Tuesday morning. So until Saturday night when I finally got around to buying more deodorant, I used Axe body spray. Yes, for 4 days I went about my daily business smelling like a middle-school aged boy who just returned from gym class. The strangest part was that I didn't even care.

After smothering myself in Axe on Saturday morning, Dave looked at me with a face full of disapproval/disgust and said "I really wish you'd buy more deodorant so you didn't smell like a little boy anymore."

65 Degrees = Winter Coat Weather?

This evening I was walking around our apartment complex silently laughing at all the people wearing beanies and jackets even though it was still 65 degrees outside.

About an hour later Dave and I decided to go on a drive. Upon opening the door and being greeted by the cooler than usual temperature, a startled and slightly alarmed Dave quickly shut the door. He went to our coat closet and emerged wearing his incredibly puffy winter coat.

I guess a 115 degree weather really does take its toll on you.

A Craving For Deciduous Trees

Lately I've had a craving for deciduous trees. As the days pass and the bright, fiery colors of Autumn continue to hide from us who inhabit southern Nevada, my craving grows worse.

When I look out my window I am greeted by this unusual depiction of Fall....




The Fall scenery with which I am more accustomed to looks something like this...




Dear Autumn in Places with Deciduous Trees,

I miss listening to your leathery leaves dance in the breeze.
I miss your vibrant colors.
I miss the feel of your leaves crunching under my shoes.
I miss the smell of your cool, crisp air.
I miss watching your leaves glide gently to the ground.

Love,

Megan

The Power Company

Today I was forced to have a humiliating conversation with the power company.

This morning I was lying on our bed doing my routine foot stretches when the power suddenly turned off. I fully expected it to snap back on within a few seconds, but it didn't. Then I got thinking and I couldn't recall ever paying an electric bill to the great Silver State. With that unsettling thought in mind I quickly called Nevada Power. I began our conversation like this "Hi, I am just trying to determine if there is a power outage in my area, or if my power has been shut off because I've never paid a bill." Sure enough they disconnected us because of our "failure to pay." However, during the call I did uncover the fact that they were mailing our bills to the wrong address.

Just to rub in the fact that I couldn't turn on a light all day, I couldn't dry my hair, I didn't have air conditioning, I could barely see my eyes while putting on mascara, and I couldn't heat up last night's leftovers. When I went outside (on my way to buy ice for our fridge and freezer in order to keep our food from spoiling) there was a giant orange sticker on our power box indicating that we'd been disconnected. I couldn't help but feel that it was there just to inform passers-by of our irresponsibility. It was practically screaming "hey your neighbors in such and such apartment, they don't pay their bills!"

Lesson learned: never forget the power company--electricity is an essential component of most day-to-day activities.

Honestly though, Dave and I thought it was hilarious and laughed ourselves sick. Sometimes I don't feel like I should be leading the adultish life that I am. I just can't picture other adults that I know forgetting to pay their power bill. For example, I don't imagine that my parents would laugh if they forgot to pay their power bill and went without electricity for a day.

Fifth Grade Dave

Dave decided to show his class a picture
of himself when he was their age.

Adorable.

Two Years

Last week Dave and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary. We knew that before our night of celebration was over we wanted to ride the New York, New York roller coaster, but other than that we were clueless. Personally, I can only enjoy a limited amount of time on The Strip before I grow irritable. So to be on the safe side we decided to enjoy dinner elsewhere... We needed up dining at the fabulous Lake Las Vegas. It was kind of a gamble since neither Dave nor I had ever been there--we'd just heard from friends that is was definitely worth visiting. It turned out to be an awesome setting, and we ate a fantastic meal at a restaurant inside Loews hotel. One of my long-lost friend from middle school was our waitress--it's small, small world. Dave ate a "half chicken" while I enjoyed a Barramundi, a fish native to Australia.

After dinner we headed down to The Strip to ride the roller coaster. It was the first time for Dave and first time for me in about five years! It was even better than I remembered. I love New York, New York, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to handle the rides on top the Stratosphere. They just look too scary.

Lake Las Vegas

We tried really hard to get a picture of the roller coaster behind us...



Maybe my favorite picture taken that night

blodg-spot-the beginning

After moving to Vegas I finally started a blog, and in a futile attempt to be manly Dave wants nothing to do with it. So our journey begins...