Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Monday, November 24, 2008


I've learned a lot of things in my life. Especially the past few years, it seems. But if there's a concept that I seem to keep learning more and more about, it's that things in life don't turn out like you'd expect. Not even the way you want them to, and sometimes not even in a way that you could have anticipated. That's what's on my mind tonight. Life is good. I'm generally happy. But man, life can sure throw some curve balls. 
I don't know of one person who could say that they are doing today what they had set to do five years previous. I mean, I planned to be alive... I met that goal. But other than that, not one single aspect of my life is what I thought it would be five years ago. In hindsight, not meeting some of those goals is probably a good thing. I'm sure I wouldn't have much time for family and other important things if I had really become the CEO of a large corporation by now. :)
I guess I'm posting just to make a statement. I'm not sharing thoughts of happy or sad things. It is what it is, and it's a fact. Life is full of surprises. Most surprises happen for a reason; sometimes we don't know what the reason is for years to come. And that's what I'm going to keep telling myself: someday I'll know why things worked out the way they did.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Mustache Monday

Rather than bore you with a story, 
I'll just let you enjoy the pictures and come up with your own story. 

Friday, November 14, 2008

Why Not?

You can thank me later. :)

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Stop This Train!!

I would (or should) apologize for another post on the topic of dating, but I'm single. So if you're morally opposed to reading about dating, I'm clearly not the blog friend for you.

My thoughts are pretty scattered and they're floating all around in my head....
When you get to be my age (not that I consider myself terribly old) you tend to have a rather extensive dating history. It's a natural result of living in a dating-oriented society. I don't feel bad for having A LOT of dating history. However, I do start to wonder if I should feel bad about some of the feedback I get from members of the opposite gender. After years I'm still hearing some of the same comments from boys. There were two, in particular, in the last two days that have spurred my current train of thoughts. However, if you care to read on, you'll find that I'm clearly not at fault for my dating experiences gone awry. 

Let me start by informing the world (because I'm sure the whole world reads my blog) that facebook chat or any other form of chat, for that matter, does not qualify as actual, legitimate communication with members of the opposite gender that you may have interest in! No! It does not ever, ever, ever count! Come on boys... stop being a bunch of pansies. And while I'm on the subject, don't EVER ask a girl out via text message. Don't "chat" with her via text message to "get to know her." Pick up the dang phone, dial the seven digits (more in some cases), ask the girl on a date, be sure to use the word "DATE", PLAN something, pick her up, talk to her in person to get to know her, wash, rinse, and repeat. Seriously though... come on. When did we become a generation of socially inept individuals?! Okay... now that I've got that off my chest...

A boy was "chatting" with me online yesterday via facebook chat during a break at work. This boy and I have been in the same ward for some time. We chat every now and then in person and chat once in a while on facebook when we're both pretending to work. After a stimulating conversation about mullets or something along those lines he throws out the line, "You know, it's your sarcasm that's prevented me from asking you out." No boy, I didn't know that. But thank you for typing that to me via facebook during the middle of my work day. And in case you were wondering, I never in a million years would have guessed that you were even remotely interested in going out with me. And if that conversation was your last ditch effort to get me to go out with you.... you failed. Miserably.
a) Why are we having this conversation online?
b) Why was this conversation so long in the making?
c) My sarcasm is one of my traits that I happen to be most fond of. Plus it's genetic (passed from my dad). So you might as well make fun of my other traits that I can't do a darn thing about. How about my shoe size... care to take a stab at that? 
Next came my favorite part of the conversation... I was accused of running away from boys as soon as I sense that they might be interested in asking me out. I didn't know what to say to him about this and I still don't. If I do this, it's purely subconscious. My subconscious obviously doesn't want to go out with whatever boy triggers this act. 

Fast forward to this afternoon, at work, also on facebook. A boy that I've known for a couple of years through mutual friends had the audacity to ask me why I'm still single. Obviously I don't know or I would fix the problem and no longer be single. Boys... 
Then this boy tells me that I have what he called a fear of "Dating Buyer's Remorse." Naturally I had to inquire as to what that was just in case it's contagious. He said that I don't settle on or "buy" a boy to date because I'm afraid I will have feelings similar to buyer's remorse once I settle on one boy. I'm not sure, but I think he accused me of always wanting the bigger and better thing. Then he said I'm probably single because I haven't found the right lawyer, doctor, professional athlete yet. Yep, pretty sure he accused me of being shallow as well. And finally, the icing on the cake... he had the audacity to joke around about the two of us dating. You know what they say about boys who joke...

Later tonight came the coup de grace! I was at a Dessert Night get-together tonight with a couple of my friends. This Dessert Night is put on a few times a month by a group of boys who live in a house together. They used to host these parties about two years ago when I initially met them and they have just started hosting them again. I have known the boys who put these on for years now (in case you can't do the math). One of them tonight inquired as to whether or not I was dating someone. I informed him that I recently broke up with someone and he said he'd done the same. I guess that conversation must have had some hidden meaning that I'm not aware of because as soon as we both pronounced our single state, his tone changed. He was warmer, flirty, and suddenly felt the need to put his hand on the small of my back while talking to me. I have known him for years! Why now? Did he wake up this morning and decide, "I think I'll like Megan today"? Honestly. Then he informed me that a while ago (which was actually years ago) he had tried to TEXT me to ask me out. Can you believe it? A text. He told me that I was really rude to him. And I was kind enough to tell him that he deserved it. Keep in mind that he's not your 21-year-old that just returned from a mission and lacks social skills. He's 30 and he's very social. I sincerely hope that he does not text me a date invitation again... he does not know what he'll have coming.

All of these enlightening experiences have happened within a 30 hour period. Sadly, it's par for the course. Just imagine how lucky I am to do this day after day, year after year. Boys don't realize that I've been around a while; I have some idea of what I'm doing. None of this mediocre dating crap is going to fly with me. I pity the foo who asks me out via text message!!

Friday, November 7, 2008

Farewell to Four Pounds

You may recall a post from a few weeks ago about a fitness competition that I was joining with a girl from work, Farewell to Fat. Well tonight was the final weigh-in. Let me preface if by telling you... I haven't worked out in over 10 days (I've been sick), I cheat almost daily on my new no-sugar challenge, I've been lethargic and sick, and I can't remember a vegetable that I've purposely eaten in the last 12 days. Needless to say I was dreading the final weigh-in. 
HOWEVER, I came up 4 pound lighter than the last weigh-in two weeks ago.  My team won 2nd place in total pounds lost and first place in points (keeping food journals, exercising, following nutrition challenges, etc.).
Moral of the story: eat whatever the heck you want, exercise when you can and just pray for the flu before you have to weigh yourself. 

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Ill Intentions & An Identity Crisis

So I have had every intention of blogging over the course of the last month-ish. But life got crazy somehow. I attribute the craziness to the following factors:
1. Break up
2. Bad hair month 
3. Crazy women who refuse to retire and make all our lives easier
4. The curse of living or possibly working on land that was once an ancient Indian burial ground
5. Beets. Bears. Battlestar Gallactica.
6. Communicable diseases
7. October 31st and the squares on the calendar that precede it.

1-Break up? Yeah, I did that. Turns out I'm getting better and better at them. I'm actually thinking of possibly writing a book, creating a support group, or becoming a professional trainer on break up how-tos. I can break up in my sleep ... with one had tied behind my back. Man, this one was different though. It was definitely not cut and dry; something that is still on my mind. Sometimes I hate thinking.
2- Bad hair month. I wonder if there's any correlation between break ups, stress at work, and the amount of hair that falls out of my head each time I wash my hair. I think the only solution is to stop washing my hair.  Think of all the time and money I'll save!
3- Crazy woman who won't retire... referenced above in "stress at work." Bless her heart...
4- Ancient Indian burial ground. I don't make the rules, I just deal with them. Everyone around me is sick and afflicted in some way lately. I can ONLY attribute this to the fact that we are either living or working on ground that was once an ancient Indian burial ground. Just ask Michael, he knows what I'm talking about.
5- Which bear is best?
6- Communicable diseases. Today is Wednesday, almost Thursday. One week ago today I came from work with a fever and aches which I fought viciously for the next 3 days. They were followed by dizziness and cold-like symptoms on Sunday and a sinus infection, pink eyes (yes, both eyes), and a bronchial infection on Monday. Needless to say I'm rather behind at work and can't stand the sight of the ceiling in my room.
7- October 31st. Halloween is my most favorite of holidays. Not that I don't love Christmas. I mean, I have a heart so I enjoy the holiday. But you certainly don't get to wear a costume and dance around to loud music while eating sugar-based sweets. Think about it.
It is actually item #7 on my list of factors that lead to my identity crisis this Halloween season. See photos below:

Princess Lea sewn by my sister, Hollie. 
Reused from a previous Halloween.
The Friday before Halloween.
Matching flappers sewn by my mom (maybe Hollie). 
Used from the old high school dance days (Remember Marcie?)
The Saturday before Halloween.
The Cowardly Lion. Sweats purchased at Target. 
Idea from a previous year. 
Hair curled by Marcie.
The Monday before Halloween.

And presenting my actual 2008 Halloween costume....
Sewn by my very talented sister, Hollie! 
This was by far my favorite costume yet! 
She did such a great job. I was complimented on the dress countless times.