What's Your Alcohoroscope?

Ok, I've decided on days when I don't have much else to gab about, that I will just add a fun quiz for everyone to check out and comment on. I invite you all to take the quiz yourself and let me know your findings... what a fun way to learn new things about new people and people we already know, right?? Ummmm.... r-r-right you guys??

Also, in honor of the holiday season which is upon us in just one month, I have decided to change my profile pic to a picture that was taken at a Halloween party I went to last year... no, I didn't go as a psycho cowgirl hoochie (though that might have been fun)... I went as a sexy cowgirl, and just happened to find these cute props to put on during the evening... I really think this picture shows the very best of The Megan, don't you agree??

Ok... onto the quiz...

In honor of the James and Tim boozefest commencing this evening to celebrate James' new jobbie job, I present you... the Alcohoroscope Quiz...

Your Leo Drinking Style

You love to drink and dance -- you're likely a fabulous dancer. You're usually pretty a good drinker as well, losing your commanding dignity and turning kittenish. Of course, you're quite aware you're darling -- Leos will be Leos, after all. You generally know your limit, probably because you loathe losing self-control. When you get over-refreshed, flirting will ensue -- and perhaps not with the person what brought you. But you are not the type to break rules even when drunk, so others try to ignore your naughty behavior. You'll just make up for it with a sheepish (and hung over) apology the next day.

Your Signature Cocktails

Leos like flashy drinks, be they complicated tropical concoctions festooned with umbrellas, like a Bahama mama or the more common strawberry daiquiri or mai tai. Indeed, you often have a taste for the fruity -- try a screwdriver, or add an extra cherry to the next Manhattan. Your sense of drama lends itself to a kir royale, of course.

Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies

Edward Norton, Bill Clinton, Madonna, Debra Messing, Martha Stewart, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Christian Slater, and Fred Durst.

What's Your Alcohoroscope?

Talk about 'hitting the nail on the head', right????

Wednesday's Random Poll

In matters of karaoke, do you prefer to be:

• A singer
• A spectator
• Both
• Neither!

Vote... now!!!

ps Blogger is being a punk and not letting me attach a pic to this blog the way I want... hopefully when it is fully functioning again, I can attach this cute and relavent picture to this post appropriately... please don't let this li'l mishap keep you from voting.

thanks, and good day.

BEWARE THE BLOG QUIZ WHORE!!!

You can blame my recent blog quiz mania on ReinaCris' blog... here goes... feel free to comment, or take any of the quizzes yourself... all can be found here...

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to obedience and warmth. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

What Your Underwear Says About You

You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick. You're sexy, in that pinup girl, tease sort of way.

The Underwear Oracle

Thursday's Random Thoughts

Ok, so I had this entire post put together, and the website kicks me off and erases everything as I'm trying to save it.... soooo... the abridged version...

Today's random thoughts involve mispronounced words... I myself am guilty of mispronouncing words from time to time... I blame this mostly on my Southern upbringing, and dialect... I put together a list of commonly mispronounced words... this is what I came up w/ so far:

• supposably (supposedly)
• exspecially (especially)
• flustrated (frustrated, flustered)
• nucular (nuclear)
• libary (library)
• irrigardless (regardless)
• exspresso (espresso)
• exscape (escape)
• exceterra (et ceterra)

Also, ironically (oh the ironing!!) I learned of two phrases this week that I had been saying incorrectly all this time and didn't even know it... well, slap me on the tush and call me Sally!

• card sharp (i always thought they referred to them as card sharks)
• spit and image (i thought it was spitting image)

Anyway... I invite you to comment with your own list of commonly mispronounced words or phrases... or not... whatever!!

Hugs and Kisses and Dreams and Wishes!!!

Wednesday's Random Poll

So, by now everyone knows about the whole Jennifer Aniston/Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie escapade. Brad supposedly leaves the cute Friends star for his hottie on-screen love. As the controversy continues, a tee shirt war is being waged as supporters proudly sport tee shirts emblazoned with "Team Aniston" or "Team Jolie". The craze is so popular that even *gasp* the Hilton sisters have gotten in on it (above left).



So, for today's random poll, which team would you play for? Team Aniston... or Team Jolie???


*Team Aniston

*Team Jolie

*Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn


Vote....................... NOW!!!!

For Your Listening Pleasure

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Wednesday's Random Poll

Ok, I know y'all have heard it by now... it only plays EVERY 5 MINUTES... The Belgian band DHT has released the song Listen To Your Heart, originally done by Roxette back in the 80's... so... which do you prefer:



*The slower, way melodramatic DHT version

or

*The upbeat, '80's rock' Roxette version


Please, listen to your heart... and let me know what you think...

Why Do These Things Always Happen To Me?!?

Ok, so my plan is to make this quick and painless... but you know me...

So, fun weekend... blah blah blah... let's fast forward to Sunday night. Me and a friend decided to go out to Dallas to this bar called The Absinthe Lounge to partake in a bit of karaoke. Had a fun time, 2:00 rolls around, we were both hungry and not sleepy, so we decided to do what any respectable girls in our situation would do... we went to Denny's. Why is it that all food just tastes freakin' 100 times better at 2am?? Digressing already, I'll try not to do it again... So we eat, go back to her place to pick up my gas hog... non vw convertible... SUV... and by the time I get home it's around 4:30ish. I was on call Monday morning (you'd know this if you read my post yesterday), and since my casa does not currently support internet access (I say why pay for something you can get for free at work, tee hee hee), I planned to spend the night at my parents and work from there in the morning. So my plan was to pick up Belle and Bailey (the puppies, ie 'the poopies'), and head over to my parent's to sleep for about 3 hours before I had to get up to be on call at 8am. I go in, let the dog's out real quick, go put them in the car, and run back in real quick to make sure all the lights are off and everything is locked up... all I can think about is how wonderful that bed is gonna feel in about 15 minutes... I go out to the garage... so sleepy... head around the back of the car towards the driver's door... my dog's are both very hyper (understandably, mommy has been gone *all evening*, that bad mommy), and they are jumping over the front seat to the back of the car... as I'm rounding the corner to the driver's door, one of them (I'm convinced it was Bailey, she is my more retarded... sorry... my more special needs... puppy) jumps towards the glass and SOMEHOW manages to click the lock/unlock button in my trunk... I hear the unmistakable 'click' noise and the next 5 seconds become slow motion replay, because my mind went to about a thousand places during that time... something like... WTF?!?!... You've GOT to be kidding me... Did she click the 'lock' or 'unlock' button... oh plllllllease let her have clicked the unlock button... nice, my keys are IN my car... with my purse... and my wallet... and my cell phone... and it's almost 5 in the morning... and I have to be on call in 3 hours... and all I wanna do is curl up and go to sleep RIGHT now... of course I did allow myself to believe, for that brief, flickering moment, that she stepped on the 'unlock' button... and very quickly as I pulled on the handle to the trunk... I was reminded that luck is NEVER that kind to me, and fate has somehow picked my name out of the hat as the poster child for cruel irony... the handle didn't give... my li'l f*cker (her new name for the past 24 hours) had locked me out of my own friggin' car.

At this point, tired and borderline delirious, my mind switches to what I can only describe as the 5 stages of grief... I know - it's a stretch people, but work with me, ok??

Stage 1: Denial
I think I went through this during the slo-mo replay in my mind as I'm pulling on the handle and realizing what has happened... 'you've gotta be freakin kidding me'... 'this can't possibly be happening to me right now'. My first thought was, 'ok... she clicked it once, she can click it again'... so I spent about 10 minutes trying to coaxe the dogs near the button... during this time they hit just about everything... but... the button.

Stage 2: Anger
It is safe to say that I went completely, 100% psycho for about 10 minutes... I'd bore you with the details of what exactly was uttered during that time, but I'm pretty sure there are some regulations on these blog sites as to what you can and cannot say.. plus there could be children around... but suffice it to say that I *definitely* spent some time in the Anger stage.

Stage 3: Bargaining
So, after I had tried to be nice, and coo my dogs into accidentally jumping on the unlock button; passed through the angry, 'I think it's possible she just might kill something right now' stage, the dogs were (understandably) thoroughly freaked out by my actions, and cowering in one corner of the floorboard, they were NOT interested in assisting me in my unlocking ventures - and I moved on to the bargaining stage. This involved getting treats and putting them up against the glass, in hopes one of them (Bailey) would be dumb, erm... I mean... clever... enough to jump for the treat, and hit the button... nope... mommy was officially nuts, and they weren't moving from their fetal position on the floorboard... more bargaining, ie praying, ensued... oh God, what am I gonna do?? Please help me. Well... my God just happens to have a really good memory (see previous post here for more info), and I am convinced he was choosing to punish me for breaking my word all those... days... ago. Devine intervention was NOT going to be stepping in this time.

Stage 4: Depression
I don't know that I could call it 'depression'... we are just talking about a car here, after all... but certainly much crying came about next. I had tried to unlock the truck with all sorts of various objects... a razor, a screwdriver, a nail... all to no avail... and now I was standing there with a hammer in hand, trying to decide which window would be the least expensive to replace. I literally had the hammer in full on swing position, ready to smash the window... and I just... couldn't... do it. I know I talk a lot of sh!t about my car, but I love it. I wish it didn't cost me almost $60 bucks to fill up now that gas is up to $3.19 a daggum gallon... and I wish I could afford to trade it in for a super-cute vw bug... but in reality, my car is my baby. It's the first major thing that I paid for all by my wittle self, and it my not be much, but it's mine. It's been a really good automobile for the past 5+ years, and I just couldn't bring myself to smashing out it's window... that, and the fact that I have no idea how I think I'm gonna afford to replace it and I don't want to drive around with a ghetto-fied vehicle until I do, but mostly the part about loving my car and all that.

Stage 5: Acceptance
So I was now full-on delirious... I had screamed, cursed, thrown a fit, prayed, cried... and now I was reaching acceptance phase. Clearly I'm going to get less-than-minimal sleep tonight, and most likely my a$$ will not be clocking in at 8am on-the-dot. It's about 6 now, I go back inside, peep out my front door in hopes that my neighbor across the street (the locksmith, aka 'my saving grace who has broken into my house for me on 2 occasions when other people... i said *other people* (cough *Dad* cough cough *Ex-boyfriend* cough) accidentally locked me out of my house... speaking of which, i really do need to get a house key made someday, that guy might not live there forever... stop digressing... don't tell me what to do... ha ha i'm arguing with myself in the middle of my own post... ok just kiddin' trying to freak you out... seriously, i'm not crazy... ok back to the locksmith... there was no stirring coming about from across the street... duh, i mean only an idiot would be awake at 6am ON A HOLIDAY! So I decide to take a short catnap and wait till around 8... hopefully they will be up, or at least someone in the neighborhood who can let me borrow there phone (2nd time in my life I have regretted not coughing up the extra dough for a land line)... I set the alarm for 30 minutes, it was about 70ish degrees Sunday night... Monday morning... com si com sa... but I didn't want to risk the doggies overheating in the car... so every thirty minutes for the next two hours the alarm woke me up and I went and check on them... obviously... there was not much sleeping going on... except for the dogs, they were totally cool with being curled up on the passenger seat in their nice warm 'bed'... so 8 o' clock roles around, still no stirring in the neighborhood as best as i can tell... so i figure i've gotta do something... i go out to the car one last time, to see if fate will give me a dang break and smile on me this morning... i wake up the dogs... so peaceful, must be nice... and try th ol' 'hey let's try to jump on the button' routine... Belle is still mad at/scared of me from the night before and she keeps sneaking to whatever part of the car i'm NOT near... Bailey on the other hand (good ol' Bailey), had completely forgotten about last nights escapades and wants nothing more than some attention from mommy. She's pouncing everywhere but... you got it... the button... so I coaxe her to the back of the car, hoping we'll have more luck with the trunk (devil) lock. She's seriously going wild, and I allow myself to think this just may work this time... after about a minute of frantic-ness, she jumps on the lock... Oh happy day... I'm about to burst into cheer... until I reach for the handle and realize she's just clicked the lock button again... damn you lock button... you go to hell, you go to hell and you die... no, not going to freak out again... breath... breath... let's try this again... more coaxing... maybe 30 seconds... and she hits the button again... I reach for the trunk handle... oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please... the trunk window opens... HALLELUJAH!!!... the angels sing... nope, that's not the angels... that's the car alarm going off... my car is so smart, it thinks a burglar is trying to... burgle it, and it's gone into 'get the heck away from me you grubby thief' mode (my car doesn't believe in swearing, says it's a bad habit)... i jump, the dogs jump, i go into panic mode... how the heck do i turn this thing off... um um um um um um um... think Megan, think... how can you tell your smart li'l car that you are not a burglar, you are just a silly Megan who has locked herself out of her car (via special needs pet)?? Ummmmm... turn the key in the ignition?? Sounds good to me... I try it, and it works... WOO WOO!!! I invent a new version of the 'happy Megan dance' (i'll show it to you sometime, if you're lucky)... close up the trunk... and haul buns to my parents... I had half a mind to say, ummm screw being on call, i'm going to bed... but my luck would be some crazy crap would happen that i was supposed to handle, and i'm just not all about dealing with the fit hitting the shan... I get to my parents about 8:45... log on... check my email... blah blah blah, it was uneventful... you heard the good part of the story, why are you still reading?? Oh, probably because i am still typing, huh... ok then i will stop ty

Monday's Random Pic From My Desk

So... I decided to start posting a random pic I took from my desk every Monday. Maybe it is because I want you to get a better idea of who The Megan is and what kind of stuff she looks at for 8 hours a day; maybe I want to make it as easy as possible for (The Megan's place of employment) management to fire me once they realize I spend an insane amount of time posting crap on the internet (always 'off the clock', mind you *cough cough*); or maybe (most likely) it is that I am trying to post something every day, and am running out of good ideas... anyway, here's the first pic:



This is a my 'Be Nice or Leave' magnet that I bought a couple months ago from some store that I can't remember now... maybe Spencer's gifts, or somewhere similar. This magnet makes me happy because it says basically what I want to make clear to everyone who passes my desk... but in a nice way, as not to offend anyone. It is very 'Megan' and that is why I got it... my dream magnet would be 'Don't F With Me Bitches!' but I don't think that would go over too nicely with the 'desk paraphernalia Nazis' around here. Actually, my first choice for today's post was my 'The Only Normal People Are The Ones You Don't Know Very Well' magnet, but when I emailed myself the pic from my camera phone, it didn't turn out very well.... hence, this pic.
Today is actually a holiday for me, but I am on call this morning should any 'emergencies' come about. Is this because I am such the overacheiver, and thrive on going above and beyond the call of duty for the company I love? Oh, but no my pretties, that's not it at all. My happy @ss is working because I'm getting paid double time, PLUS holiday pay for it, and that... is... it. Hopefully, work will be minimal and web browsing will be maximal, and I can go about my holiday business (ie. laying out in the pool drinking sangria) as soon as possible.
Kisses to anyone else who is having to work today too... I feel your pain... but not really that much.
Ta ta!!!

Highlights Of My Week

Inspired By
The Casual Friday

1. Considered what driving around in a pink VW convertible would do for my social life.

2. Got cut off in the parking lot by this guy

3. Wondered who would kick who's @$$ in a Cartoon Kid Showdown - Eric Cartman or Stewie Griffin?

4. Copyrighted the idea for a Cartoon Kid Showdown with the National Patent Office

5. propositioned my (female) co-worker with my 'Give A Kiss To The Person Who Sits Next To You' fortune cookie fortune... again

6. Got turned down by my (female) co-worker... again

7. Rolled in my chair to other people's desks when I needed to talk to them, instead of walking - did this until my boss asked me to please stop

8. Spent 10 minutes calling other people's extensions who sit near me, and hanging up before they could read my name on their phone - was thoroughly amused for 10 whole minutes at while at work

9. Dug out my 4th grade yearbook and wondered if the 'popular' guys would date me now... convinced myself that they would... for sure... totally, and without a doubt

10. Read on a website that whites are now the minority in here in Texas. Began writing my list of grievances as a minority citizen, signed up for minority scholarships and benefits programs at work, while hoping the former minorities don't try to bring back that silly slavery thing that was popular all those years ago


HAVE A GREAT (3 DAY) WEEKEND!!!!

Another Lazy Post Day

Maybe something that requires more of a thought process later this afternoon, but for now, just this. Although I never got into the whole Harry Potter craze, I know a lot of people who have, and I found this link on Leeann's website... so I was curious what character from Harry Potter I was most like... don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but here it is...


Which HP Kid Are You?

It may be a bit off, since I had to guess on some of the questions, but there you go!

PEACE!!!