Tonight we enlisted the help of some of our friends to help move some of our boxes down into the moving crate. As a reward we offered lots of food and our whole alcohol stash (which, let me assure you, was a lot of alcohol). Right now they’re looking through Mack’s box of wires and firewalls and other technology nerd esk stuff and dividing it up and LOVING IT.

I love how easy nerds are to please.

 

I totally remember being so excited when I got the cassette tape for my seventh birthday. I thought it was THE SHIT man. I think the sadder part other then how obviously 90’s this music video is that I know the words to every song on that tape.

WOW I feel really lame right now… I guess at least it could be worse: I could have been in a 90’s music video….

Is it bad in looking through my high school graduating class I don’t know who a majority of the people are?

On our trip back from Florida, Mack and I took a little detour to visit one of his aunts. Mack and I both come from fairly large families so sometimes I wonder if we will ever meet all the members of each others families. I grew up thinking I came from a fairly large family (since I am the youngest of six children), however, Mack and his extended family blows mine out of the water. FOR THAT I AM IMPRESSED.

His aunt had, a few weeks before our arrival, gone to Walmart and found a whole shitload of bath kits. You know those ones with the multitude of bath products ranging from bath beads and shower caps to anything that could possible relate to a bath tub? Well, she found them on a really good sale, so proceeded to buy all of them. I am not kidding that she bought a lot— her whole closet was full of them.

In a very kind and thoughtful gesture, she offered one to Mack and me. I was very grateful, and kind of excited, to get home and take a bath and enjoy my bath salts provided by his aunt. I think it was kind of disconcerting that it was this huge pack of angel-themed bath products, but we went with it, and hauled it back to Arizona where it sat in over living room for a few months before I opened it. I finally broke down wondering if I, too, could smell like an angel? Plus, our friends kept eyeballing it and I feared they wanted the scent of the angel that was to be mine.

While Mack and I were kind of going through our living room stuff, I finally opened the package and let’s just say I had too much fun. There was so much packaging that, by the end of the unwrapping process, I think I had enough garbage to fill a landfill. Why did the bath kit, I wonder, know my hearts desire to own a candle in the shape of an angel? That it has been a childhood dream of mine? While sitting cross legged on the floor, I kept pulling out the various objects and shoving them into Mack’s face. asking him if, indeed, it smelled like an angel to him.

I ended up putting the bar of angel soap in the bathroom. At various points, I would come out of the bathroom,d walk up to Mack and ask “DO I SMELL LIKE HEAVEN!? IS THIS WHAT ANGELS SMELL LIKE!?” Needless to say I think he was glad when I eventually threw out that bar of soap.

Today I got my hair re-colored before the move (I requested being a red-head and somehow ended up an almost black… yeaaaah) and due to over-heating and generally feeling like crap, I decided to take a cold bath. Afraid for my hair color, I dug through our kit and pulled out the shower cap provided. Walking into the room, I hand it to Mack to open since I am all that is (physically) weak with the female race.

Mack: I do wonder how the angels make these shower caps.
Me: Why, they are made with angels heads.
Mack: How does that work?
Me: Uh, they cut off the angels heads and they have a shower cap?
Mack: I’m kind of glad I am not wearing it then.
Me: You’re just jealous you’re not wearing the hat the murder provided.

I think the whole point is that no amount of Heavenly Bath Kit is going to save me from the one-way trip to Hell I provided myself from the endless amusement the kit has provided me through the months.

As seen in this picture taken a few weeks back, Mack and I got our nails done while our friend was in town. There was a reason behind it (our friend and I wanted pedicures, and Mack didn’t particularly want to clean his dead skin off his feet— voila!). Anyway, that was about oh, say, over a month ago. Now, slowly and surely, as the nails have grown, the paint has chipped away, to a degree, but still managed to hang on for its dear life. Mack has been thoroughly embarrassed about wearing flip-flops, or any open toe footwear, in public  seeing as his skulls-and-crossbones didn’t make him look bad ass enough. Or something. Today, however, was the day that we were going to get them off for good.

I think, in reflection, they probably use a base coat of something permanent like cement to make sure the damn nail polish stayed on and was almost impossible to remove. It’s an excellent marketing strategy, if you think about it: make it impossible for the average consumer to get the nail polish off, and they’ll have to come back to have it removed and BAM, another sale.

Before I packed away the nail polish remover, I made Mack come sit down on the floor in our bedroom, with a magazine (to give the remover stability), some Q-tips to scrub, and a towel in case we spilled (which I did at the end when cleaning up) and something to put our feet on. Mack and I started scrubbing gently at our own nails with me secretly gloating that I had more of my nail polish chipped away then him. However, it soon became apparent that the nail polish was made of tougher stuff and we switched, working on each other’s nails while sniffing the sweet, sweet smell of nail polish remover. 

Halfway through the job I noticed something: Mack practically had talons. I think the last time we had his nails clipped was when we got our pretty, pretty toes. I think it goes to show how much I love my man in that I willingly clipped his toe nails. I hate clipping my own nails so there, my friends, is true love and devotion. 

With shorter nails and twenty Q-tips fewer, Mack and I are polish free. Is it bad that immediately after getting all the polish off I wanted to paint my nails again? Vanity, you make me weak with my need to have pretty, pretty toes. Like a princess.

Today Mack turned 23 years old, aka the same age as me. I give him endless crap that I am three months and twelve days older then him (I used to know it down to the hour but that just pissed him off too much). He knows what he is getting for his birthday (Mario Kart for the Wii with the steering wheel controllers) but we’re delaying that until we get to Florida (it’d just be more crap to haul over there). So, in the meantime, I present him this:

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Happy birthday Mackenna! Here is to many more years full of laughter, love, and you being awesome!

Having to repost this since the stupid thing crashed yesterday. What is annoying me at the moment: 

1. Web servers that randomly decide to go down. For some reason our account decided to go funky yesterday night and would not let me login and post to the blog. Mack and my individual portfolios and company website was up but two of our clients and my blog was down last night. WHAT IS THE DEAL PEOPLE!? 
2. Urban cowboys. You’re in metropolitan Phoenix. Stop wearing cowboy hats you fucking tools.
3. Packing and moving. Need I say more?
4. My car. I got my car serviced TWO WEEKS ago in anticipation for the move (plus, my “maintenance required” light went on, but who’s counting that minor detail) and this morning after freezing my nads off in a 50 F apartment I am set to broil since my AC crapped out. My brother told me to crank the heat full blast so my car would not overheat so it was actually hotter in my car then 102 F Phoenix. Needless to say they found that there is a hole in my radiator and my thermostat is shot. GOOD NEWS is they’re going to cover it under warranty.