Wednesday's Random Poll

Prenuptial Agreements:

*A good way to protect your ASSets

or

*A good way to get a big FU from your significant other






Ok, I’ll just start this one off then. My heart says, WTF?? If you love someone enough that you want to marry them, ie. ‘plan to spend the rest of your life with them’, can you think of one thing less romantic (and less trusting) than a prenuptial AKA ‘just-in-case-we-end-up-divorced agreement’??… and I would have to go with the big FU.
However, my head says ‘hey dummy, dont’cha know that like 53% of all marriages end in divorce? People are just trying to cover themselves in case their wedding vows take a sharp left somewhere between “Happily” and “Ever After”’. And then I would have to say fine, fine! A prenup if you must, but with a few provisions that would make the contract null and void, namely:

*If you cheat on me, I will be forced to divorce your @$$ to keep from putting a pillow over your head while you are sleeping, and the contract is null and void
*If our divorce is caused by your controlling mother, and/or any other member of your family who can’t keep their damn nose out of our business, the contract is null and void
*If you take to hitting, pushing, or in any way attempting to take control in a physical manner over myself or our hypothetical children, I will divorce you, and the contract is null and void (and I may put the pillow over your head anyway)
*If you decide to take to spending all our money on booze, drugs, gambling and/or any other self-deprecating acts, I will be forced to divorce you, and the contract is null and void
*If you decide to turn weird and go worshipping some strange cult following (including, but not limited to: devil worshipping, Scientology, or Flying Spaghetti Monsterism), I will pray for your soul, but will be forced to divorce you, and the contract is null and void


Thus Spoke Meganthustra

Please discuss...

Flying Spaghetti Monsterism

So I was talking to one of my schoolteacher friends the other day, and she mentioned that in Kansas, they have decided to start teaching the story of creation along with the theory of evolution in the school's science classes. I thought, ok, well that's pretty cool that they are going to teach both. Then she tells me about this new phenomenon known as the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Apparently, someone started this as a joke, stating that if you were going to teach about one supposed 'intelligent creator', then you needed to open it up to beliefs and theories - thus - Flying Spaghetti Monsterism would be taught in a number of classrooms. I checked the internet, and apparently FSM is spreading like wildfire. Here is an article from the New York Times (see original article here):

But Is There Intelligent Spaghetti Out There?

By SARAH BOXER
Published: August 29, 2005
Is the super-intelligent, super-popular god known as the Flying Spaghetti Monster any match for the prophets of intelligent design?

This month, the Kansas State Board of Education gave preliminary approval to allow teaching alternatives to evolution like intelligent design (the theory that a smart being designed the universe). And President Bush and Senator Bill Frist of Tennessee both gave the thumbs up to teaching intelligent design.

Long before that, Bobby Henderson, a 25-year-old with a physics degree from Oregon State University, had a divine vision. An intelligent god, a Flying Spaghetti Monster, he said, "revealed himself to me in a dream."

He posted a sketch on his Web site, venganza.org, showing an airborne tangle of spaghetti and meatballs with two eyes looming over a mountain, trees and a stick man labeled "midgit." Prayers to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, his site says, end with "ramen," not "amen."

Then, Mr. Henderson, who says on his site that he is desperately trying to avoid taking a job programming slot machines in Las Vegas, posted an open letter to the Kansas board.

In perfect deadpan he wrote that although he agreed that science students should "hear multiple viewpoints" of how the universe came to be, he was worried that they would be hearing only one theory of intelligent design. After all, he noted, there are many such theories, including his own fervent belief that "the universe was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster." He demanded equal time in the classroom and threatened a lawsuit.

Soon he was flooded with e-mail messages. Ninety-five percent of those who wrote to him, he said on his Web site, were "in favor of teaching Flying Spaghetti Monsterism in schools." Five percent suggested that he would be going to hell. Lawyers contacted him inquiring how serious he was about a lawsuit against the Kansas board. His answer: "Very."

This month, the news media, both mainstream and digital, jumped in. The New Scientist magazine wrote an article. So did Die Welt. Two online encyclopedias, Uncyclopedia and Wikipedia, wrote entries on the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The Web site Boingboing.net mounted a challenge: "We are willing to pay any individual $250,000 if they can produce empirical evidence which proves that Jesus is not the son of the Flying Spaghetti Monster."

Now, Mr. Henderson says on his Web site, "over 10 million people have been touched by His Noodly Appendage." But what does that mean? When push comes to shove, will the religion that has come to be known as Pastafarianism do what it was intended to do - prove that it is ridiculous to teach intelligent design as science?

Mr. Henderson, who said in an e-mail message that his divine vision was induced by "a lack of sleep and a mounting disgust over the whole I.D. issue," has wit on his side. His god not only resembles human brains (proof, a fan writes, that "we were created in His image") but also looks like the kind of bacteria that proponents of intelligent design hold up as too complex to be the work of evolution alone.

Two dozen academics have endorsed the pasta god. Three members of the Kansas board who already opposed teaching intelligent design wrote kind letters to Mr. Henderson. Dozens of people have posted their sightings of the deity (along with some hilarious pictures). One woman even wrote in to say that she had "conceived the spirit of our Divine Lord," the Flying Spaghetti Monster, while eating alone at the Olive Garden.

"I heard singing, and tomato sauce rained from the sky, and I saw angel hair pasta flying about with little farfalle wings and playing harps," she wrote. "It was beautiful." The Spaghetti Monster, she went on, impregnated her and told her, "You shall name Him ... Prego ... and He shall bring in a new era of love."

Parody is a lot of fun. And parody begets more parody, especially on the Internet. It's contagious. But has anyone ever converted to a parody religion?

The history books show that parody isn't always the smartest strategy when it comes to persuasion. Remember Galileo? Some recent scholars say that it may not have been his science so much as his satire, "Dialogue Concerning the Two Chief World Systems," that got everyone steamed up. Under threat of death, Galileo ended up recanting his view that the earth revolves around the sun, and had to wait 350 years for vindication.

And yet the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster flourishes. It even has schisms. A rival faction, based on SPAM (Spaghetti & Pulsar Activating Meatballs), has formed. And there's bickering, Mr. Henderson said in an e-mail message, about whether the god is made of spaghetti or linguini. Those people, he noted, "give me a headache."

I even checked out google, and found a ton of links referencing Spaghetti Monsterism...erm... sorry... Flying Spaghetti Monsterism.

Get Your FSM parafernelia at Cafepress.com
FSM bumper stickers
Wikipedia entry on Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, aka Pastafarianism

What The Deuce???

I'm quite certain you are all going to laugh at me, but I did look back at Timmy's blog, and have found NO INFORMATION on this, thus far - so you can't really point fingers at me for being out of the loop...

**WHEN THE PHUNK DID THEY COME OUT WITH THESE FREAKY NEW NICKELS???**

I just now saw one for the first time, and it freaked me out!! I thought I'd gotten some foreign coin for a sec. Please someone tell me, is this something brand new, or have I been in a drunken stupor for the past ?? weeks/months/years?? Or or OR... could this be some crazy misprint and I'm fixin' to be a gazillionaire... oooh that would be great... I will be keeping my 'possibly-priceless-but-possibly-worth-five-lousy-cents' nickel in a warm safe place until further investigations have been made...

PS not that you care, but me no likey the new coins... if Jefferson's face was any more close-up on the coin, they'd have to include pores and pot marks... just sayin'...

Toodloo!!

Me-bert & Roepper

So, I saw two movies this weekend - Charlie & The Chocolate Factory and Red Eye. Neither were great, but I think I may have gone into both w/ too high expectations. For C&TCF, I loved the first one, and I love both Johnny Depp and Tim Burton, so I figured this movie would be just great. I have to say I preferred the first version though. It may have a lot to do with the nostalgia factor, but Johnny and Tim just couldn't beat the original... nice try though, E for effort. For Red Eye, I just heard from several people that this movie was an awesome, keep-you-on-the-edge-of-your-seat thriller, so of course I went into it thinking it was going to be just greatness. I ended up being kind of disappointed. I found it to be totally predictable and uninspired. I can go in to a movie suspending my disbelief, but when I find myself going WTF at least a dozen times during the film, it starts to get old. Neither films were bad, but in hindsight I would have preferred to wait until they came out on DVD.

That's all for now... yea to Tim for bringing back his (hopefully) daily news briefs - for the latest and greatest on current events, nothing beats the news a la Timmy... check it out.
Now I will leave you with a fun music video for your viewing/listening pleasures.

TTFN, Ta Ta For Now!!!

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Because I'm Too Tired To Do Any *Actual* Thinking

This is all for today... I guess it's nice to know I could get a small fortune for my bod... hypothetically speaking, of course...

I am worth $1,827,850 on HumanForSale.com

Have a groovy weekend all!!!

Oh... and to anyone who was concerned... THE PLATTER and I had a wonderful time last night at the cook-out. THE PLATTER was returned home, at a reasonable hour, completely chip free. THE PLATTER wanted me to extend its gratitude to everyone for their concern during this stressful time.

Good Day!

Deviled Eggs - And The People Who Hate Them

Namely... ME!!! Now I must preface this story by stating that everything that happened (or will happen) was and is completely my fault. We are having an 'end of summer cook out' tonight with my young adults group from church, and I - Megan, of sound mind and body, and of my own volition, volunteered to help by bringing something to help w/ the spread. I emailed my mom yesterday to see if she had any ideas, and she suggested deviled eggs. Being the non-cook that I am, I thought this was an absolutely perfect idea. I learned the only stove time involved in making deviled eggs is boiling the water, and how tough can that be, right? (<----- famous last words of a fool). Even better, she said she knew just where to go to get a good recipe. Now, my mom has worked in the... poultry... business for over 20 years, so I have it on good authority to say that she knows people who know people who know a thing or two about... poultry. So she emails a friend of hers, and in about 10 minutes I have a deviled egg recipe (2, actually) sitting on my fax. I skim over both of them... ok, mustard...cool... sweet relish, alright... blah blah blah blah blah... ok, so this sounds pretty easy (silly, naive girl)! I figure I can wipe this puppy out in about 30 minutes. So my plans for yesterday evening included dinner w/ mom and sis at OTB, followed by chilling w/ James a Tim for a bit, then heading home. So I check my watch as I'm leaving T&J's, I think it was somewhere around 11-ish... no worries, I figure if I'd decided to go 'out' tonight, my evening would be just beginning. So I head home and start jamming out to whatever is playing on the radio, get all the way into my garage, garage door rolling down, when I realize I didn't stop at the grocery store to get the ingredients... DOH! I had a very short Megan sob, and for a split second considered saying 'screw it, I'll pick up cookies on my way over there tomorrow'. I jump back in the explorer, and head for Walmart.

**Sidestory** - I was discussing the whole 'being single, me no likey' thing w/ my mom, and she suggested grocery stores as a possible place to meet men... so, I tried to look at the bright side, and thought 'Hey, maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams tonight at... Wal...Mart... (sounds like the beginning of a bad country song)'. To anyone who wasn't already aware of the fact, eligible men worthy of dating do NOT peruse the Walmarts at midnight on Wednesday nights... or at least not last night at my Walmart anyway. I was surrounded almost exclusively by what appeared to be the 'Two H's', hookers and the homeless... good times, good times. So I get my ingredients and head back to the house.

Now I need to backtrack (sorry, but you're probably only skimming anyway, right??). When I was leaving OTB last night, my mom said she had brought an 'egg platter' for me to borrow. Never heard of one of these, but whatever. We head over to her car and she pulls out this beautiful crystal platter with the egg shapes intricately cut out of the glass. She then informs me, 'This was Mimi's platter, so please be careful with it'. Totally not her fault, but immediately I was flashed back to being ten years old when my sister and I had accidentally knocked this beautiful ceramic christmas tree off the mantle, breaking the base into a million pieces, and my mom getting so upset, because 'Mimi had made the tree herself'... and how horrible I felt about it for so long afterward... so no pressure w/ THE PLATTER, right? Once again, split second thought of just saying 'Thanks, but no thanks - I'll just use plastic tupperware...' Granted there would be no lovely egg shaped cut outs, but I also won't have to worry about the guilt I'll feel should I drop the dang thing. Then I reminded myself that I am **25 years old and capable of returning borrowed crystal in one piece**, and I take THE PLATTER... with both hands... wrapped tightly across my chest.... slooooowly.... to my vehicle.

Ok, back to my house... I've got the ingredients, and I'm ready to roll. It's a little past midnight at this point - yawn - and I'm about ready to hit the hay already. So I boil up the water, and dump the eggs in... and remember that I have no idea how long it takes to boil an egg. I figure 30 minutes is a good estimate, so I set the timer on my stove and curl up on the couch to watch some crap on tv... I think it was Carson Daly, that no talent hack who's maybe one level more interesting than a late night infomercial for butt cream... but Dermot Mulroney was the guest so that made it a li'l better. I was only half awake anyway. So, thirty mintues go by, and the half asleep part of me was quickly awakened by the sound of the timer going off and the sound of the water boiling over the edge of the pot. I quickly turn of the stove and go about my deviled egg making business. This is a much messier process than I would have ever imagined, but I finished the batch of the first recipe and neatly arrange the halves on THE PLATTER. As most of you know, I have very limited kitchen space, and the only place for me to put THE PLATTER was on the dinner table, which I do. So I'm working on batch #2 with the second recipe (named Firecracker deviled eggs, for their southern flair), and as I'm working on the mixing process, I look over to see that Bailey, my miniature beagle puppy, has managed to crawl up on the chair, and is in full pounce position... aimed straight at THE PLATTER. I always knew I had pretty good hand-eye coordination, but last night, I learned to what extent. Mind you, I am only half awake at this point anyway, but as I see Bailey extending from full pounce position, I litereally leapt across the kitchen and catch her, mid-air. Ok, that's really not quite accurate. More accurate would be to say that I leapt across the kitchen andknocked her out of the way, mid-air. She let out a little yelp when she hit the ground and ran off into the other room to sulk, and I felt bad for a second - but only long enough to remind myself that I would have probably been forced to kill her if she'd been the cause of THE PLATTER's demise - SO, she really did get the better end of the deal. I went ahead and locked both dogs in the office just to ensure no more little mishaps, and went about my deviled egg making.... blah blah blah, nothing interesting here. I finished the eggs, placed them all nicely on THE PLATTER, saran-wrapped 'em, and stuck 'em in the fridge. I'll pick them up this afternoon on the way to the party. Tossed all the crap in the sink, and headed for bed... 2:47am. Geez, I'm still in the first week of my new 'go to bed at a reasonable hour, aka before closing time, during the week' phase, and already I have failed!!!

So... thus far everything has gone relatively well with THE PLATTER and I. Sure, we've had our ups and downs in the past 12 hours of our relationship, but what couple doesn't? I have full confidence that the remainder of our time together will be bliss-full and break-free, until we have to say goodbye. Please wish THE PLATTER and I the best of luck in the day to come... we will certainly need it.

Wednesday's Random Poll

Is the following pickup line scenario:

Guy: Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?
Girl: Um, no... how much?
Guy: Enough to break the ice. Hi, I'm Todd.

*Cheezy-cute

or

*Cheezy-stupid


Please discuss

Let's Set This Circus Down

Soooo... I was doing a lot of thinking this weekend... No, not just random 'Megan Thinking' (speaking of random thinking, I just read a review for this new book 'Why Do Men Have Nipples: Hundreds of Questions You'd Only Ask a Doctor After Your Third Martini' - This TOTALLY sounds like my kind of book - I'm all about gaining totally interesting and thought-provoking, albeit useless knowledge about stuff), but actual, contemplative thinking - and I've come to some conclusions about my life.

*In general, I am a totally content, super happy person
*I have a family and friends who I love and mean the world to me, and I know they feel the same way about me
*I have a job that pays the bills and then some, so I never have to worry about going without.
*I live with a roof over my head, and food on my table, and foresee no reason for that to change
*I live in a country where I may disagree with many of the decisions our leaders make, but I can thank God I live in a country where I am free to openly disagree with many of the decisions our leaders make.
*I am in good health, as are the people closest to me (to the best of my knowledge)

That said, I've also come to some conclusions with things that I am unhappy about my life. They are things that have been bothering me for a little while, but to this point, I have not made any specific efforts to change them. Who is it that defines Insanity as doing the same thing over and over again the same way and expecting different results? Well, that's kind of what I feel like I've been doing lately, and I've come to the conclusion that some things are going to need to change.

My first rant involves my job. As I said before, I am very thankful that I have a job that pays enough that I have never had to worry about how I'm going to make ends meet, and I'm happy about that. However, I've come to the definitive realization that I HATE MY JOB! I mean, literally. I've always known that this was not exactly 'what I wanted to be when I grew up', but lately it's been becomming more and more clear to me that this job is going to make me crazy if I don't get away from it. I don't know why I took the job route that I chose in the first place, really... it's just kind of the way things fell into place. I could have told you at 12 years old that the LAST thing I would want to do is sit at a desk staring at a computer 8 hours a day. Seriously, when my sister and I were kids, my mother would take us to 'Take Your Daughter To Work Day'. This lasted... mmm... maybe two years for me, until I told my mom that I would seriously rather just be at school than sitting at her office all day. HELLO! You'd think this would be clue #1... but remember, 'Megan' means 'Dense Goofball' in at least 3 remote languages. Just last week, I was contemplating which was worse - my job now, or the 3 month stint I did at Wendy's back in high school (for those of you familiar with 'The Frosty Incident of '96' aka 'The Death of Megan's Self Esteem' you understand what an extreme this is). I literally have been trying to think of anything to do to keep from working (notice my exceptionally long-winded blogs lately??). Sew... and I know I have been saying this for, oh ummm, 4 years now (gawd has it been that frickin' long??), but I have decided to go back to school to finish my degree!!!! I'm gonna go to TCC and see if there are any classes available for me to take, since I'm pretty sure it's too late to sign up at UTA... plus I should probably take some 'practice classes' this semester to get me back into school mode. I know so many people who have decided to go back to school, and it's inspired me to do the same... so wish me the best, ok?? I'm gonna need it...

And on to rant #2... geez, I just realized how long this post is getting, and I still have so much more venting to do... I promise after today, no more long-winded rants for at least, say... 5 posts. Ok, rant #2... I'm seriously getting so tired of being single. It's been fun for a while, but it's getting real old real fast now. I think my thoughts on this subject would be best described in a short dramatic scene I have put together between myself and my two shoulder angels:


Megan: Hmmm... I'm bored with being single.

Megan's Good Shoulder Angel: Well, Megan... why don't you go and get yourself one of them boyfriend feller's so you don't have to be single anymore?

Megan: Well, that seems pretty simple, Good Shoulder Angel... but... I have been having trouble meeting the quality men that I would be interested in going on a second date with... or even a first date, to be quite honest.

Megan's Bad Shoulder Angel: But, Megan... don't you have so much fun hanging out with your friends and going to bars and clubs and stuff? We always have such a blast!!! By the way, that blouse your are wearing today is absolutely astounding!

Megan: Well, thanks Bad Shoulder Angel... and you're right, I do have a fun time going out, but I think lately I am realizing that I am really a homebody at heart, and I'd much rather just be chilling w/ that special someone. Going out is just something to do to fill the alone time, and don't get me wrong, it's great, but frankly going out to these places isn't getting me any closer to having that special someone... or getting pretty sparklies on my left ring finger someday.

Megan's Bad Shoulder Angel: Pfft! Pretty sparklies are SO overrated!! Besides, you have lots of cute bling anyway.

Megan: Oh, you don't understand. It's just not the same thing...

Megan's Good Shoulder Angel: I see what you mean, Megan. Maybe you should change up where you are meeting these men fellas. It sounds like maybe the club/bar thing just isn't kicking it for you anymore.

Megan: You are so right, Good Shoulder Angel! But where else could I go??

Megan's Good Shoulder Angel: Well, where do these 'good quality fellas' like to hang out? Maybe... the library? A book store? School? The gym?

Megan: I suppose, that's a start at least. So, you're saying maybe I should start frequenting places like this more often?

Megan's Good Shoulder Angel: I think it's a good start, and it can't hurt. Plus, it will give these fellas an opportunity to see that you are interested in things like knowledge and healthiness, and that's always a plus. Your really not gonna attract the kind of guy you're looking for boozing it up all the time

Megan's Bad Shoulder Angel: Have you ever thought of online dating? Or perhaps the 8-minute dating? I'll bet there are tons of fine hotties on the internet for your viewing and dating pleasure.

Megan: Well, to be quite honest, that whole 'online dating' thing just sorta gives me the creepy crawlies. There are just too many oogy guys out there, and with my luck, I would just end up getting all the freaks. I've thought of doing that 8-minute dating thing, but I don't know, how much can your really find out about a person in 8 minutes?

Megan's Bad Shoulder Angel: Fine!! Knock down all my good ideas, why don't you!!

Megan: I'm not knocking them... how about this... I'll put your ideas on the back burner in case Good Shoulder Angel's ideas don't work out,ok?

Megan's Bad Shoulder Angel: (mumbling) I'll put you on the back burner...

Megan: What's that??

Megan's Bad Shoulder Angel: oh, nothing...

(end scene)


So, hopefully I have made my point in a fun and comedic way. I'm gonna start maximizing the quality locations of my outtings, and minimizing my frequenting locations which are not condusive to good man finding. Wish me luck on this too... and any comments/ideas would be grrrrreatly appreciated!!!

Tah Tah!!!

Cheers And Jeers

Cheers-
*To getting an Ipod Mini this weekend - Pink (of course!)
*To The 40-Year Old Virgin (high-larious) and The Skeleton Key (spooktacular), both of which I saw this weekend.
*To all the new plotpoints we have come up with this weekend for the B&P movie; I'm gonna go crazy if we keep talking about this and don't start filming soon.

Jeers-
*To hearing about James' grandma passing away this weekend. You know we are all here for you buddy, please let us know if you need ANYTHING.
*To today being Monday, which reminds me...

Laterz!!!!

Can't Get Enough... Of These Quizzes

Your Kissing Purity Score: 29% Pure

You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well.

Kissing Purity Test

**Post Title Here**

I thought I would begin today's post with a cute stewie pic I thought James and Tim would especially appreciate:




And now, on to today's rant. What do you do when your 'good shoulder angel' has a bedtime of around 10, and this is just about the time your 'bad shoulder angel' is ready to come out and play?? We had our meeting last night, followed by J Gilligan's. I made a point of telling my friend that I was leaving at 10:30 when her friend showed up. So 10:30 rolls around, more people start showing up, and the next thing I know, it is 2 and I hear the bartender yell 'Davidson, come pay out your tab'. I hope that he knows my name from looking at my credit card, and not because I've become a semi-regular Thursday night attender... I don't want another 'BDs incident' on my hands. Well, to add insult to injury, a couple of us headed out to the parking lot to chat it up a bit, and by the time we wrapped up and I was heading to my car, I looked down at my phone... 3:07am... Aye Dios! I get home about 30 minutes later, and remember my dad had called earlier to tell me that my wine refrigerator (birthday present) should have been delivered today. The note on the front door says it's over on the side of the house, so I head over and spend the next 20 minutes getting this massive box inside and set up. Looking back I really should have taken my dad up on his offer to come over earlier in the day and do it for me... oh well, lesson learned. So, needless to say I am a little sleepy today at work. I'm gonna have a heart-to-heart with my good shoulder angel this weekend and hopefully we can get some stuff cleared up between the two of us... I think she may still be pissed at me for making fun of her halo one time, but she said some pretty hurtful things to me as well, so my thoughts are we're even. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Tonight I'm hanging out w/ James and Tim, and I have no plans yet for Saturday. We'll have to see what happens between then and now... maybe I'll just stay in and get to bed early... tee hee... I crack me up... but maybe...

Y'all have a good weekend!!!

Just When I Started To Doubt My Intelligence...

Your IQ Is 130

Your Logical Intelligence is Genius Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Exceptional

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

THIS TEST MADE MY DAY!!!!

Ok, I promise... no more random quizzes for today.

Surprise Surprise...

Your Summer Ride is a Beetle Convertible

Fun, funky, and a little bit euro. You love your summers to be full of style and sun!

What's Your Summer Ride?

Oh, The Ironing!!!

So... first a snippet of last night's activities, then a short story for your reading pleasure.

I went to my first bellydancing class. Leeann stayed with me and we ended up just being observers rather than participators. Thought it was awesome though, can't wait to sign up!! Hopefully I will be able to play catch-up and get into Leeann, Angel and Amanda's Saturday class so I don't have to take the Wed. night class all alone by my wittle self. Afterwards it was off to dinner at Baja Fresh... both Leeann and I thought we had been there before, then decided we had not, then decided maybe we had... we're still up in the air on that one. This was followed by hanging w/ Leeann at her karaoke gig and heading home way later than I had planned at around midnight. It was way fun though. I love Leeann's bar, it is the perfect size for me because there is a spattering of people there, but not enough to make me feel like a complete fool singing all by myself, which I finally did... TWICE! (can you believe it???).... plus, the name of the bar is the 'Poop Deck', and I just got a little chuckle everytime Leeann announced 'Hey, everyone having a good time tonight at the Poop Deck??' on the mic... intelligent humor is completely wasted on me...

Tonight involves a 2 (TWO!!) hour meeting at church for all the people who will be teaching Sunday School this year. My opinion is that if you have fenegled a group of people to volunteer for something, you should NOT subject them to two hour meetings, but then no one ever asks my opinion... hopefully this will be followed with oodles of fun-ness elsewhere but that is up in the air depending on how people feel and how well my skills of persuasion are honed this evening. We shall see... oh yes, we shall see...

And now for my short story. Please forgive me for I am backtracking here a bit. This actually happened over the weekend and I just didn't even think to mention it... but I have a feeling at least some of you will find the humor in it.

So, as most of you know , The Megan was walking around with an expired driver's licence for, oh I don't know, a year and a half? To put into the correct light just how ancient this licence was, it would probably do me good to make you aware of the following facts:

*I was still in high school when this licence was issued to me (Clinton administration)
*I was carrying around an 'under 21 until' licence at 25 years old
*I had to tape the licence back together, twice, from all the trips (read: clubbing)it took in my back pocket
*I look pretty much the exact same now as I did in the picture (ok this isn't relevant to my point, just thought I would mention it)

You'd think that being pulled over once, being denied alcohol on a few ocassions and several "ma'am, you really need to get this licence renewed" comments would have encouraged me to take care of this many months ago... but for whatever reason - maybe it's my way of saying FU to the government, maybe I just really hate standing in lines, maybe I come from the genus procrastinatorus extrortanarum, or maybe I just lack the required brain cells of a person capable of getting her crap taken care of in a timely manner - I don't know, but it didn't get done. N E who, about 3 weeks ago... drumroll please... your good friend Megan made the trip to the DMV to get her licence renewed!!

**much applause and confetting dropping**

I felt a little silly having to ask people how the whole process works (what's the deal with the TWO lines??) because frankly I just couldn't remember the last time I renewed my licence... I was still a teenager, after all... but I digress. So after waiting in one line to be given a # to be called to allow me to wait in *another line*, ie about 45 minutes of waiting (I got a new high score on bejeweled during that time!), I was through. I figured it would take about a week to get my licence, and after 2 I started to get a tad worried. I contacted the DMV and they told me it could take up to a month to recieve, but I did have that handy dandy paper licence that i could use in the interim... on a side rant, don't you think it would be a good idea for the DMV to give you that temporary licence, like, laminated or something? I know it's just temporary, but geez in the past month my temporary licence has gotten to look even worse then my... expired one. Digressing again, I apologize. Soooooooo... on Saturday, I go out to get my mail, and what should arrive??? Noooo, not the latest issue of Playgirl (you dirty freak... I cancelled that subscription months ago)... it was MY NEW LICENCE... YEA!!!!! So I run inside, open up the envelope, check out the pic (how is it that someone so ravishingly good looking can take such an absolutely horrid picture? I think maybe it's a government conspiracy to keep our self esteem low to make it easier to brainwash us and take over our miiiiiinds... damn me, more digressing), and gave my new licence a big wet kiss! This was followed by a "I got my licence" happy dance, followed directly by a trip to the bathroom... hey I had to 'go'. I set the envelope with my licence in it on the coffee table, and... well... you know. Now... the smart person's instinct would tell them to 'put your licence IMMEDIATELY in your wallet'... but I've never been accused of being a smart person... remember, I'm the one who let their licence go expired for over a year? Ya, that's me. So, I go about my daily business around the house, actually I think I went and took a long nap because I had been out late the night before. I got up in time to get ready to go out to Byblos and in my mad dash to get out the door, I left my licence on the coffee table. I actually thought about it that evening, and thought how ironic it would be if I got pulled over between now and getting back to my house... I'm not even sure I know where my paper licence is at this point. So after our Lebenense festivities, I drove very carefully (although, very sleepily) back home... made it into my garage, garage door down, engine off, keys on the dash........ WHEW!!! I'm SAFE!!! I breath a sigh of relief, and head inside....
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Don't Let the Big Head Fool Ya...

You know... I like to think of my self as a reasonably responsible young woman who, for the most part, has her stuff together and can function capably as a productive member of the adult society...

...Afternoons like today make me seriously question myself.

My dentist appt. was at 12:45 today. This-and-that-and-all-the-other-things-that-seem-to-always-conveniently-come-about-5-minutes-before-I'm-supposed-to-leave-for-somewhere-to-get-there-on-time happened, and I didn't get out of the office until about 12:25. I thought, no biggie, my dentist is right off O'Connor, and I thought 20 minutes should be plenty of time to get there during non-rush hour traffic.... until I got out to my car and realized that my gas gauge was hanging around at about 4mm below E... hadn't noticed this on my way into work this morning (of course). So as I'm praying to all that is holy during my (thank God) less-than-a-mile-from-work trek to the gas station, my car starts to sputter... then the praying began... ohhhhhhhh Lord, please don't let me run out of gas in the middle of August half a mile from the gas station when I'm already late for a dentist appt. I had to schedule over a month in advance and wearing a skirt and strappy shoes...pppplease, I promise I will pray more and swear less if you will just GET ME TO THE GAS STATION puhhhhh-lease. At this point devine intervention steps in (or was it the fact that the gas station was down-hill and i had the car in nuetral?) and I literally rollllllled into the station... to find that every...single...pump... was in use. I very quickly forgot my deal with God and dropped a few choice phrases that I can't even remember now (but I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to kiss my mother with this mouth for at least a week). I waited not-so-patiently in line for the next pump, and dropped about $4 in my tank before heading back for the road (at this point, I may have cursed the gas prices, I may not have cursed the gas prices, I just can't remember specifically). There was an 18-wheeler ahead of me at the exit that I waited about a minute for before realizing he was *parked* and not *exiting*... more choice phrases ensued (sorry God, sorry mom), and I whipped around him and headed out of the parking lot. At this time I made a point to breath in, breath out, no point getting worked up over nothing. I am exiting O'Connor at exactly 12:45... woo woo! Where I come from, 5 minutes is still considered 'fashionably late' so I figured I was good-to-go. I'm pulling into the parking lot at 12:49 when I get a telephone call. I answer it as I'm walkihg through the front door of the dentist's office... It's the dentist's receptionist... on the other end of the line, and also about 5 feet in front of me as I walk in the door.., did I forget about my appointment today?... I hang up the phone and apologize for being a little late. She responds with an overly polite 'you know it's a good idea to show up a little early for your appointments, that ensures we don't get behind up here.' Ohhhhhhhhh, I thought of a few things I could say to her too, but instead I just forced a smile and signed my name to the check-in sheet. I thought perhaps she could tell what I was thinking through my jaw-clenched smile (I've been told I don't hide my emotions well), and for a split second I worried she would secretly tell the dentist I reguested *no anesthesia*. All was good though, and the dental hygenist called me in first for my teeth whitening. That wasn't too bad, just uncomfortable. They put this tray in your mouth and you have to leave it in there while biting down continuously for about an hour while this laser beam shoots white light at your mouth. But now my teeth ara about 10x prettier, and I was off to getting my cavities filled. First thing the Dr. says when I lay back... 'Do you want anesthesia??' Ummmm, yah huh... I think so, I started to say. Then he told me the cavities were really tiny and the shot would probably actually hurt worse than the drilling anyway. I considered asking him if he'd had any little chats with his receptionist (that sneaky woman), but I thought better and decided to take his word for it. He was right, the fillings were nothin', and I was done in 5 minutes. Went to pay my bill (gulp), and headed back for work.

So, shockingly enough, the worst part about my dental experience today was the drive over there. So I guess I can't complain too much.

Tonight involves dancing of the belly variety followed by, I don't know, we'll see what comes about.

Davidson... out.

Wednesday's Random Poll

Saturday Morning Cartoons:

*Just for the kiddies

*Rox my Sox!!!

Please discuss.

Now Here This...

I would like to begin my post with a cute cartoon which was sent to me earlier today. It is inspired by Timmy's queries on his post today, which can be found by clicking here... no... here.




Nextly, there is an issue that has been bothering me these past 22 hours that I would like to address. It is cleared up now and all is as it should be, however, it has taught me something that I want to discuss. Firstly, I should begin by saying that I made my website to track my occurences, mostly for reminiscence sake, and also to give my buddies a good chuckle if possible. My blog was never started and will never be used to intentioanally discriminate against, snub, offend, begrudge, spite, lie to, hurt, or just generally make my readers feel bad for any reason. All possible 'off color' remarks are to be taken as a joke, and if any feelings resembling the ones listed above are felt as a result of my blog, or just me in general, I am to be notified immediately so the situation can be discussed and absolved - I command you!! Furthermore, 'Feeling hurting' has never been, and will never be a Megan-ism practiced by The Megan. Here ends the lesson.

Ok, onto this week's activities. I am hanging out with Timothy and Jameson this evening for what I sure will be a grand time. Tuesday brings about a dentist appointment (bleck) which involves two fillings (yipes!), and a teeth bleaching (yea, sparkly!!). And, most importantly, my first bellydancing class... oh yes, I can't wait... It looked so fun on Saturday, and The Megan is all about fun things, and 1 + 1 = 2, so duh, it all works out. Plus it will be an awesome workout I am told, and I am way psyched about that.

More stuff going on, but work calls, so I'll talk about it later in the week.

Cheerios!!

ps: The Megan inc. is fully aware of the apparent misspelling of today's blog title... it was intentional, and part of the joke.

Now, go about your business!

Mon-dayne

So (as was expected), this weekend rocked! Had a blast on Friday at Cool River. Got a new pickup line that I had to share. While dancing w/ cute guy on dance floor, he informs me that 'he is in the army, this is his last night in the states, and he is being shipped back to Baghdad tomorrow', aka the 'I'm-not-looking-for-anything-long-term-but-feel-free-to-serve-your-country-with-me-any-way-you-choose-tonight' line. Once it became clear that I was not interested in signing up for short term active duty, he disappeared... suprise suprise. Well, at least I can say it was better than trying to be picked up by the two (most likely) Isreali gas station attendants earlier that evening while I was purchasing gum and tampons... mmmm, it just doesn't get any better than that.
Saturday was way groovy too. Byblos was a great time had by all, with the exception of the sucky service (which i was forewarned about, so I can't really complain). I now want to be a professional bellydancer, but will settle for taking classes once a week starting this Wednesday. Smoking the hookah was fun and I got to pretend in my miiiiind that I was smoking a bong, without the crazy after-effects and getting the munchies.
Sunday I relaxed and continued to work on my scrapbook w/ my mom and sis. I have now completed 8 pages, woo woo!
Hopefully, there will be pics of Saturday's fetivities to come.

Ciao!!!

Last Night's Festivities, and This Weekend

So last night instead of bible study, we had a li'l get together dinner followed by Karaoke at J Gilligans. Geez, it was really packed last night! Good thing I have no problem making a complete fool of myself in front of large groups of people. Everyone was kind of doing their own thing, so I actually think the majority of the people there may not have even noticed i (we) were even on stage. My discussion topic for today involves last night's festivities. So there was a large group that all kinda walked in together, and they appeared to be 'theatre type' so I figured maybe they were all getting together after a show or something similar. I actually saw a couple people I knew in the group, so I chatted w/ them for a while, and amongst are conversation I come to find out that, yes, they are mainly theatre people, however the reason for their gathering sorta threw me off guard (hence the post). According to aforementioned friend whom I was speaking w/, this get together was being held because 'one of the gals in the group had been cheated on by her boyfriend, and the... cheating... had resulted in pregnancy.' Which leads me to my survey... Would you want 30 of your nearest and dearest to be taking you out to karaoke to get over the fact that your significant other had cheated on you and knocked some chick up???

Feel free to discuss...

And now... onto this weekend... PLEASE!!
Friday I'm going out w/ some folks to Las Colinas for a li'l Cool River action... Because you can never get enough Cool River... it's just cool.
Saturday I am way psyched about going to Byblos in Ft. Worth with Leeann, Angel, and Amanda to enjoy Lebanese food, bellydancing, and perhaps spending a little time in the Hookah Bar... all of which will be firsts for The Megan.

Well, that's all I got for now, in a nutshell. More later...

Have a great weekend!!!

Let's Just Say "For Instance"...

Ok, I'm just gonna throw this out there and see who's with me. Actually, let me rephrase that. I'm gonna give a 'for instance' and I want to know y'all's thoughts on the matter:

Ok, let's just say for instance you go into a public bathroom and, once choosing your stall and dropping trou, are made very quickly aware that someone in a stall way too close to yours has relieved themselves something fierce, is for whatever reason refusing to give the 'ol 'courtesy flush', and the smell is (very quickly) engulfing your stall and terrorizing your nasal passage. You very politely ask above mentioned offender to 'please flush one for the team', and are answered with a throat clearing followed by a 'get over it'.

Is it, or is it not, within your legal rights as a bathroom co-occupier to kick this booches @ss when she (or he) comes out of the stall??

A friend of mine wants to know.

Please discuss.

Wednesday's Random Poll

Scrapbooking:
Magical and Mantifical
or
Kinda Nerdy?

Eeeeeeeeeexcellent...

Sooooo.... I had a crazy, marvelous, wonderful, and yet... strangely simple... dream last night. I will divulge, and you bettah tell me what you think about it... got it??







Imagine this...



















...wait for it...



















here it comes...























BUTCH & POCO: THE BLOG

Seriously, is that not the most wonderful idea known to the history of (wo)man??? And what better way to get the B&P experience out to the general public, hmmm??
Whoa whoa whoa, why are you trying to run off to another website?? Hear me out, ok? B&P: The Blog could feature short stories, snippets of future story ideas, interviews with the characters, drawings, pics, love songs, WHATEVER... but it would all be Butch and Poco related. Timmy and I would be the hosts of the website, but of course anyone would be free to comment.
Please please please tell me what y'all think, because this idea is just blowin' my fragile little miiiiiind...



PS Don't forget what your old pal Krusty the clown says:

Monday, Monday...

... not much of anything to report today. It's Monday, and I'm (finally) about to go home... it feels like it's been a long week already, and it's just started... didn't get really anything done this weekend that I wanted to... I am still a pond-less Ikea Frisco virgin who still hasn't seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory... so far 25 has been kinda eh. I am sure things will be looking up though.

Hope to have more on the 'looking up' stuff soon.

Later!!

Stewie Says "TGIF!!! This Calls For A Sexy Party!!!"

...Oh wait, my birthday was *last* weekend... that's right. No sexy parties scheduled for this weekend....... as of yet.
So, for anyone who was worried, the whole bible study incident turned out to be a misunderstanding mixed with a bit of truth. Misunderstanding in that 'bible study leader' thought we were only wanting to go to Jangos to booze it up with no bible study, and partly truth in that there are some people in our bible study group that are mostly just interested in that (the social) aspect of the young adult group. Anyway, a happy median was reached, and we had our bible study at Jangos. It all worked out for the best, and no mean words or hair pulling had to take place... so Yay!
In other news, my weekend plans include attending a play at hip pocket with Leeann, Angel and Amanda. I am excited because I will get to see my old college chum Claudia, who I haven't seen in 4-ever. Saturday is the possibility of hanging out w/ Tim and James (and anyone else who wants to get down and dirty, get your mind out of the gutter Tim) and building a pond in my backyard (I hope I hope I hope). Sunday is the usual, church followed by going out to lunch and hanging out w/ the fam, and possible lounging in the pool which I didn't get to do at all last weekend... I am starting to get pasty... er, uhh... make that 'fair-skinned' again, and I'm not happy about it one bit.
One more thing I wanted to mention, and I hope he doesn't mind (but I don't think he will). I was talking about the whole religion and faith thing w/ Tim last night, and he mentioned that something he likes about me is that I see people for who they are, and not for what they believe in. And it wasn't until later that night after I got home that I really got to thinking about it, and I guess maybe it's just not something I had ever thought about before. But it made me feel really good, because that really is the way that I try to be. I think some Christians believe if they can't turn someone to their faith, that they are no good and a waste of time. But the whole basis of Christianity is about loving others the way God loves you, not loving others who happen to believe the same thing as you. My faith happens to be a really big part of my life and who I am, but that doesn't take away from anyone who happens to believe differently than me. I mean, no one knows for sure what the truth is, duh that's why it's called 'faith'. So for someone to hate or condemn someone else for basically not having the same 'faith in something they can't prove' is pretty ridiculous. But that's just my humble opinion.
Sorry, ya'll I know I have been doing the soap box thing for two posts in a row now... I promise to stand beside, or maybe not even anywhere near, the soapbox for the next few posts. This whole blogging thing has just really opened me up to puting down my thoughts and getting them out there, so I hope y'all don't mind. My last post got a bunch of comments, so I'm hoping y'all don't think it's that bad.
I'll wrap up my rant with a link to Mr.Cranky.com, a super fun website where Mr. Cranky basically hates all movies to different degrees, and he tells you why. It is magical and mantifical, and basically great fun all around.
I'll be seeing most of y'all in the next few days, but if I don't, have a great weekend!!!

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye... IKEA!!!!

... that's right, as I'm sure everyone is already aware, Ikea in Frisco is NOW OPEN!!! I am so dang excited about it, I could seriously pee... but I won't. I still vote we all go Saturday morning when they open, enjoy their 99cent breakfast in the cafe, and shop our a$$es off!!! I haven't gotten any definite confirmations from anyone yet, and I'm a squeench worried I'm gonna be driving my happy a$$ all the way out there to shop-till-i-drop-or-my-checkbook-makes-me-stop all by myself... but we shall see... there are still two whole days to make the right decision people. I've been looking at their catalogue, and I could seriously redo my entire house entirely in Ikea fun-ness. Oh and remember, it's TAX FREE WEEKEND!!! Which, I know doesn't include furniture, but remember 'everyone' marks stuff down during tax free weekend. I'm not usually such a fan of going out in the middle of shopping madness, which I'm sure it will be... but c'mon guys, it's Ikea. Think about it, talk amongst yourselves, get back w/ me (today perhaps) with an answer...

PS If it helps... think about WWBPD... 'What Would Butch & Poco Do'... I have the bracelets if you would like to purchase one for just 3 monthly payments of $9.95.

Nada Mucho Acqui...

...but I did promise myself I'd try to write a li'l something everyday, whenever possible. It's been a typical workday today, busy busy busy... plus my backup is out all week, so I'm covering for him (read: overtime, aka 'Ikea' $$, yea!). So, the only thing I could think to bring up is a (not so) small issue I've been having regarding our young adult group at church. Ok... I'll try to make this brief, but you know how long-winded I can be... so... we tried to start this young adult bible study up about a year and a half ago where we'd meet once a week and go over different bible studies. We never had a particularly good turnout (maybe 3-7 people each week, 7 being a rarity). So about 3 months ago or so, someone (I think it was me) came up w/ the idea of rotating each week between bible study and 'social' events into our Thursday night get togethers. We started it up w/ the Wine&Cheese party I had, which was quite a success. Other things have included doing Happy Hours, Karaoke, and meeeting for dinner or Starbucks. I've really thought this has been a great idea, because more people have been getting involved in the young adult group, and we've had better turnouts on the 'bible study' weeks. Well... this Thursday was supposed to be a 'social' week and someone (not me) sent an email to the person who has been leading the bible studies reminding them of that. This person's response to the email was basically, 'our bible studies are for studying about God and the bible, and not intended for social hours. i'm not going to take that away from people who are here to learn more about serving God. If you want to send out an email to your friends to get together for social time, feel free.' My immediate response was basically WTF?!?! It was the social events that got most people interested the young adult group to begin with. If that's what the majority wants, that's what we should do. Then the more I thought about it, I could see this person's point. The point of having a bible study is to be learning more about the bible, and we are certainly not doing that by going out to Karaoke... so I am feeling a little torn on the matter... go w/ this person and only do Bible Studies each week (risking lower turnouts and people fading out of participating), or I don't even know what the alternative would be...basically trying to start up another group that mixes bible study with social activities, i guess... any thoughts???

Sometimes Sick Days Are Fun...

.... and then other times, they ARE NOT. Some quick quippets of things I have learned about sick days:

1. Sometimes you end up feeling less refreshed than you would have had you just gone to work.
2. Sick days can sometimes make you think perhaps you do not like your pets nearly as much as you once thought...but then you just realize this is just crazy talk...or is it??
3. At times you may curse yourself when you realize you took a sick day off the DAY BEFORE Ikea opens... stupid stupid stupid...
4. Sick days aren't nearly as much fun when they are used in the middle of the week, rather than on a Friday or Monday, giving you a 3-day weekend.
5. Sick days are also not nearly as much fun when you are the only only one off... then you realize you were not the ONLY one off... at the end of the day.

So, as you may be able to tell from the post above, yours truly used today as a sick day... to any co-workers and/or ((The Megan's Place of Employment)) management who may be reading this blog, I had a yucky sinus headache and spent the entire day in bed resting up... to everyone else... I totally slept in and didn't feel like going in. I totally had plans to get all kinds of stuff done that didn't get done over my (birthday) weekend... but did I get one, even a one, thing done?? Oh but the answer to that question would be a big ol' fat NO. I was a total lazy bum all day... which would have been nice had I done it yesterday when I really was feeling like ASS.

In conclusion, I leave you with a highly entertaining picture of some drunk chick from the restaurant on Saturday... mmm, sake to me baby, she's HOT!!!




and...PEACE... I'm out!!!

I had a ball Friday, Saturday, Sunday...

... but it's all over now and it SURE IS MONDAY!!
Aye, what a difference a couple days can make!! I am still recovering from this weekend. I'm just waiting for someone to tell me I've got a case of the Monday's, so I can punch them in the ear. Looking back, I prolly should have taken today off to recoop from the weekend. Silly Megan...
Seriously though, I had soooo much fun this weekend... I hope everyone else did too!! I can't tell y'all how much fun it was having all my friends together w/ me at once. I ate so much sushi on Saturday, I'm suprised I haven't started growing fins. And Cool River was a blast too!! I've learned what a difference wearing a li'l tiara makes... I think everyone there asked me if I was getting married, LOL!! It was definitely an attention getter!! AND... best part for sure... the band pulled me up on stage and I got to sing my favorite karaoke song of all time, I Will Survive, with the band!!! After that, things got a bit hazy, but I DO remember that I had a great time. Once Timmy teaches me how to post pics on this here blog page, I will prolly post a pic or two of the evening's festivities.
There will be more to come, I'm sure. Just wanted to tell everyone a quick THANKS for being w/ me to celebrate!!!
Back to the 'real world'... I'm outtie... for now!!!