Friday, October 31, 2008


Friday, October 31, 2008
Ah, Halloween! A holiday about eating food that is bad for you.

Wait. All the holidays are pretty much about eating food that is bad for you. Hmm.

I loved Halloween when I was little. I can't believe that this morning it was not minus three thousand degrees and snowing. I remember snow on the ground for every single Halloween. Oh, how good I looked in those lovingly hand-made costumes yanked over a snowsuit.

Some of my fondest Halloween memories are of carving pumpkins with my Mom. If I remember correctly, we had this giant red candle stuck into the lid of a peanutbutter jar that went into the pumpkin each year. And no matter how creative or artistic I tried to be, that jack o' lantern looked exactly the same every single time. (If you'll be Chez Moi this evening, you'll see an example of it on display!)

My favourite all-time Halloween costume? Robin Hood, when I was 3, accompanied by my father, Friar Tuck.

And my favourite Halloween treat? It's definitely not the popcorn balls- those were flinched out of my candy before I even got home, because they were 'dangerous' (Mom's favourite treat). Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. Those were my favourite.

And this concludes Megan's walk down Halloween Memory Lane. Thank you for listening.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


Thursday, October 30, 2008
Yeaaaaah, I'm right in the middle of waiting for a giant download that is preventing me from doing the work I need to do until it downloads, so here I be, bloggin' again.

I was in our office kitchen a few minutes ago, refilling my cup of coffee. I love my coffee cup, but I hate the way it fails to keep my coffee hot. It's super cute, it's in a trendy colour scheme and says "coffee" in about 15 different languages all around it. But it's huge. And therefore, before I get to the bottom of the cup, the sweet sweet coffee has gone cold.

I remember my first cup of coffee. It was in the Home Ec Lab during a Junior Boys' volleyball tournament. I was sitting at a table with Candice and Tyler, wating for the next game I reffed to start. They were out of soda, and the coffee was free. It was dark and oily and so strong that I actually put a rolo candy in it to sweeten it.

I remember the first time I went to Starbucks. It was March, we were in Vegas and it had started to snow. Of all things. Snow. Mom and I were shopping and were improperly dressed. We stopped in at Starbucks and I had a hot chocolate. It was so special, such a vacation treat.

Now I drink coffee every day, and it's not special. It's not a treat. It's a necessity, and I am cranky without it. But now I'm all warm fuzzy and sentimental, and my download?

Still not finished.

What? It's not Friday?

I'm very excited today. I don't really know why; it's Thursday and I'm sure I'll be crushed with the heavy weight of disappointment when I have to get up for work AGAIN tomorrow.

Do you ever have that dream where you get out of bed, get in the shower, sit down and eat breakfast, get dressed and leave the house? Yeah, I have that dream all the time. And then I open my eyes and realize that it's too late to get my life in gear and actually do something with my hair, so I shlepp out to work looking tired and somewhat grungy YET AGAIN.

Thankfully my hair has reached the length of fitting in a ponytail. Those few months back at the beginning of this year were ROUGH.

Oh, wait. Those few months back at the beginning of the year, I was underemployed, so no one CARED what I looked like!


Yesterday we were standing around a tray of cupcakes at work, and of course, when you've got 8 women standing around a tray of cupcakes, immediate judgement of appearance occurs. Someone said something about makeup and hairstyling, and it was decided that none of us at Ye Olde Workplace are really concerned about it.

Meaning, that no one bats an eye when I come into work in the morning breaking the dress code, with no mascara and a sad, sad ponytail disguised as a "hairstyle" with a banana clip.

If only I had a functioning alarm clock and more- nay, some- ambition, I might wow them. I might someday wow them with styled hair and a coordinating outfit.

But don't count on it.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Personal Philosophy Point # 37

Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I think that the best fun is that which you make of yourself.

Halloweiner is rapidly approaching, and with the candies purchased (and partially devoured...what, you try staring at a 120 count box of treats for a week and not opening it!), the pumpkin chilling on the front step, and the invitations for the party I'm hosting with my roommate sent, all that is left to do is costume up.

So...I'm not going to tell you what I've decided my costume shall be. Those of you at the party who read this blog will understand. Those of you at the party who don't read this'll be sort of hooped and not really in on the joke, but you don't know that because you don't read this!

Mwahaha, suckers.

Anyway, back to work. I've had 3 mini cupcakes today and the diet coke I finally acquired is getting warm. Ahhh, last hour of the day productivity. I'd be lost without you!

Monday, October 27, 2008


Monday, October 27, 2008
There is a Polar Bear on my Diet Coke!

Do you know what this means?!





Things I'd like to be doing right now:


Eating Kraft Dinner on the couch in my pyjamas.


Watching Bridget Jones, then Love Actually, then maybe Bridget Jones again. But not the sequel. Gross.

But alas, it is Monday. And I am seriously sleep deprived. Why is it that when you wake up in the middle of the night due to a screaming headache and then can't really get back to sleep for hours, because of said headache and also, weird dreams that you know are related to the book you happen to be reading, that when you finally fall asleep, within minutes the alarm rings?

It's like, totally not fair.

Other than that, my list of things to do this week is pretty stellar. I need to finish re-reading the Murakami for Book Club, make some pumpkin-themed treats, buy a pumpkin and carve it up, clean my house, do something with my nails, clean out my freezer and finish onehundredmillion small tasks at work. All of which are currently held up by a giant bottleneck we'll not refer to by name.

Also, I need to make a non-skanky halloween costume.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Oh, the wisdom of age

Friday, October 24, 2008
I had this theory when I was in university that my eye makeup always, without fail, looked better after sleeping with it on.

A nap wouldn't do. Oh no, I needed to eyeliner myself up, get drunk, dance until 3 in the morning and then pass out with a face full of glittery makeupy stuff. When I awoke, I would be rewarded with perfectly smudged eyeliner. And quite often, really cute hair.

Yeah, well, this theory does not age well. Now when I fall asleep with makeup on (because I'm laaaazy or because these days, I almost always fall asleep on the couch in the middle of a movie, not because I'm out dancing on tables until the wee hours), I look atrocious the next day.

We're talking a pasty skinned, dark shadows under the eyes, messy haired disaster.

Why? Why, Father Time, must you be so cruel like this? It's so not fair.


I am so looking forward to this weekend. I need sleep like you wouldn't believe. This morning I woke up at 9:03 and thought to myself, "crap".

This weekend I am putting my relationship to what I consider to be a true test.

I am going to a Stagette/Bachelorette/Hen/Whatever the heck you want to call it Party. I plan to drink copious amounts of vanilla vodka and shooters and dance to country music because we are having said party at ye olde local honky tonk.

I can't believe I just used the word honky tonk.

Anywho, AFTER I get irresponsibly intoxicated, Gary has been given the potentially difficult task of picking me up at the bar.

I apologize in advance, Gary, for any hiccuping, random bursts of "I like you, no like, I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally like you", uncontrollable gigglig. and the hangover I'm going to have on Sunday.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

but I bruise so easily!

Thursday, October 23, 2008
Thanks, PatZ. You jerk. Punching me in the face* first thing in the morning. As if having to go to work yet again wasn't bad enough!

5 things I was doing 10 years ago:

1. Playin' basketball, practicin' french horn, holdin' down the Middle Years Council Presidency and generally being in Grade 9.
2. Obsessing about whether or not Bradley H. would go out with me, like, ever. (Answer: no)
3. Sticking glitter to my face at school dances in an attempt to woo Bradley H.
4. Writing in my journal, largely about Bradley H.
5. Choreographing elaborate dances to the musical genius of Aqua, the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys.

5 things on my to do list today:

1. Print off several fundraising reports.
2. Make a reservation at the bar for Angie's stagette on Saturday.
3. Pirate a copy of the Adobe Creative Suite.
5. Settle on catering menu for work event in November that I will not be attending.

5 snacks that I love:

1. Gummi Bears
2. Nachos with extra cheese
3. scrambled egg with salsa and cheese wrapped in a tortilla
4. corn pops with really cold milk
5. ripple chips without dip

5 things I would do if I was a millionaire :

1. Pay off debt! All of it. Student loan, car loan, et cetera.
2. Buy a large condo in the inner city area.
3. Take yearly vacations to exotic places.
4. Start my own business- maybe a book store, maybe a laundromat/night club/family restaurant called Chez Chapmaneroni's.
5. Buy a Chanel suit and a Birkin bag.

5 places I've lived:

1. Eatonia
2. Kananaskis Hall
3. Cascade Hall
4. the house on 11th
5. the house on 5th

5 jobs I've had:

1. Convenience store clerk
2. Expensive Chocolate sales girl
3. Admin Assistant for a Land Company.
4. Publicist for a Pro. Theatre Company
5. Communications Coordinator for a health-related non-profit organization

5 people I punch:

1. Amanda
2. Laurel
3. Mom
4. Raymondo
5. Jon (har)

*because you might not catch on, "punch" now equals "tag". God, things move so quickly on the internets.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Facebook Status I don't have the balls for

Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Megan wishes you'd consider checking for spelling.

Megan is convinced that most of you are idiots.

Megan is only friends with you because she wanted to see if you'd gotten fat. And you have.

Megan can't stand the sound of your voice.

Megan is not your assistant.

Megan is still mad at you for that thing you did to her in Grade 10.

Megan is much happier without you around.

Megan is madly, madly in love but knows how much everyone hates sappy status posts.

Megan actually really likes the new facebook.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Ack, Speeches!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Unlike many (most?) people, I have no qualms about speaking in public. Well, the speaking part. Standing before a group of people and talking holds no concerns for me. It doesn't scare me.


Sounding like a MORON while speaking in front of a group of people?


I'm in a wedding in three weeks, and daaamn, I totally forgot that I have to give a speech. I'm about 90% positive that I will cry my eyes out during this wedding. When I accompanied the bride on her wedding dress buying expedition? I cried. At her shower? I cried. When we talk about wedding plans? I cried. When she told me what they were engraving on the inside of their rings? I cried. AT BOSTON PIZZA. Mortifying.

And I'm an uuuuuglly crier.

So. To the experienced blog reader audience I go. How do I give a sentimental speech about one of my dearest, most loved friends, in front of her family and 150 people that love her, without becoming a snivelling mess?

Also, where's the line re: drunken university stories?

My next big business idea

Why do they not make caffeinated wine?

Think about it.

It would revolutionize the dinner party. Perhaps not for the better. But at the very least, for the more interesting.


I am feeling heaps better about life now. I'm not sure if I needed a serious wine-induced slumber or just some time to let it pass.

I wonder why I seem to have the outlook that nothing good can last, nothing worth having comes without struggle, and no problems means bigger ones up ahead. I want to try to change the way I think. I want to assume that life will work out. I want to believe that how happy I am today will last until tomorrow and the next day and the next.

Trying not to be scared of something that may or may not hurt at some undetermined point in the future- be it losing my job or the death of someone or something I love- is extremely difficult. And I just don't know why.


No, but seriously. Think about it. Caffeinated Wine. Could make millions.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I also don't like movies with shower scenes of any kind

Monday, October 20, 2008
Eh, this weekend was entirely too short. What I really think the modern world needs is regular 3 and 4 day weekends.

One could argue that with the exception of March-April (depending where Easter falls) and June, that we do get regular, monthly 3 day weekends.

But I argue that it's just not ENOUGH 3 day weekends.

One more day would allow me to get enough sleep and lazing on to face this work week. I'm completely, totally, definitely beat, Blogosphere. I give up. My soul is crippled. My will to live? Negligible. Last week should have killed me. It's entirely possible that without my really good friends and the remaining shred of common sense I have, I wouldn't have actually made it through and the world would be short one Megan.

But alas, back to work.

Not that I didn't relax this weekend. Oh, no! Lots of relaxing was had. I even made a really nice dinner for my boyfriend where everything was finished at exactly the same time and it was cooked through and hot and tasted like real food and DIDN'T EVEN KILL HIM! No food poisoning for us!

But then, combatting the relaxing, we watched Dawn of the Dead.

Uh, or the first 12 minutes of Dawn of the Dead.

I couldn't take it, Internets. I just couldn't do it. The gore! The zombie child! The MALL! How DARE they use a hallowed place of worship to the material gods for ILL like that! I'll never feel safe again.

Also, thanksawholelot, I am Legend. Now, not only am I terrified of moaning, staggering, slow-moving brain-devouring zombies, I'm terrified of cancer-vaccine related undead that can run REALLY FREAKING FAST.

And jump. HIGH.

Thanks a lot.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Rant: Druken Teenagers on Thursdays

Friday, October 17, 2008
Basically I just gave away this entire post with that title line. It's already been a long day and I caved about an hour ago and crosswalked myself over to the Starbucks. Sweet, sweet latte, you taste so good.

After an ardurous and frustrating experience with a "handyman" who came to fix our furnace, Sarah and I were pretty much ready to kill someone/pass out in a chocolate coma/cry.

Actually, Sarah went for a run and I stayed home and did most of those things. Sometimes you have to take one for the team.

First of all, I would like to know what gives anyone the right to speak to my roommate and I like we are children who don't know up from down. My roommate is very handy. I am not, but I do understand the basics of pretty much everything, including a closed electrical circuit. I did not go to Science Camp for nothing!

I would really effing appreciate it if middle-aged men would stop telling me that I'm a "big girl" and should "be able to [reset a thermostat/pump my own gas/pay a bill online]. I CAN TAKE CARE OF MY FREAKING SELF. I KNOW HOW TO DO ALL OF THOSE THINGS. AND MANY MORE. AND YOU SHOULD GO STICK IT, you misogynistic asshole.

I can also use big words.

This was supposed to be about how we had a comatose drunk girl on our lawn last night and how some sketchy kid was dragging her down the sidewalk, and our moral dilemma about calling the police or not, until someone's dad showed up and hauled Drunk Girl away.

But apparently I'm still really pissed off, so it's not.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The November Blues Came Early

Wednesday, October 15, 2008
There are two months of the year that I generally reserve for melancholy and moping: November and January. November is actually not so bad, because of the lead-up to the Holiday Season and all the festiveness and crap. January is usually worse due to the end of holiday let-down and realizing that showing people love through material posessions is fine and all, but leaves you totally broke.

For some reason, the November Blues have shown up early. I'm not sad for any particular reason, nor am I really that mopey, I'm just bleh.

I want to curl up into a ball wearing my pink socks made out of teddy bear skin, with a bottle of cheap white wine and about 15 crappy romance novels, some indian takeout and my well-worn copy of Love, Actually and hunker down until I make it out the other side of this funk. Listening to whiny Canadian Indie-Rock will certainly help.


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Food Hangover.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Last night after driving back across the barren prairie to "civilization", Gary and I ate more pie and set up his new tv. Or, I ate pie and Gary set up his new tv. (I did help! A little. A very little. And he did get pie, too!)

Then he forced me to watch The Happening.

I hate scary movies. Like, total and utter hatred. I think our relationship almost ended when he made me watch The Ring. Oops, he didn't know that. Oh, well, I am sooo lazy and hate backspacing on this keyboard. So it stands.

As it were, The Happening isn't actually that scary. This time I didn't lie awake, terrified to close my eyes for fear of horrible images burned into my eyelids. Horrible images that still show up whenever I'm alone and it's dark. No, The Happening is about this scary wind and people dying as a result of an airborne scaryness.

So aside from some gore and the dun-dun-duuuunnn cello solos, The Happening wasn't that bad. It wasn't terribly good- I wouldn't recommend that you hunt it down immediately and watch it and re-watch it again and again, but overall, not so bad. And it was blissfully short.

And surprisingly, I wasn't that scared last night when a giant gusting howling windstorm woke us up and required closing of the windows. I only for a moment freaked out, and I don't even think it was that noticeable!

Which is good! I must be getting less chickeny! Which is good!

Because the next movie I'll be subjected to is Dawn of the Dead.

Little does Gary know, the next movie HE'LL be subjected to is the Extended Cut of the Sex and the City Movie, followed closely by a sing-a-long version of Mamma Mia!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Gobble, Gobble, Nap Nap Nap!

Sunday, October 12, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!

We finished eating a(nother) gigantic meal about an hour ago, and as tradition dictates, half the family is napping and half the family is fighting off the naps. My brother, father and boyfriend are stretched out across the Family Room furniture, and have oh-so-kindly left the tv on to drown out the sounds of their snores.

It's so not working.

I hope you and your family or friends or cat or rowdy neighbours or whomever you are spending the holiday with are having a wonderful weekend. I sure am.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

A Festive, Holiday-themed Rant

Thursday, October 09, 2008
This time of year always makes me a little ranty.

Oops, maybe I should clarify. The Holiday in question is not the upcoming Turkey Day festivities, but rather, Halloween.

I love costumes. I love dressing up. I love looking like an idiot, as evidenced by my day-to-day "Grown Up Lady Costume". But what I do NOT love about Halloween as an adult is the ridiculous expectation that all women's costumes for this event must be some version of sexy. Or slutty. Or tarty.

You can be a sexy devil! A sexy angel! A sexy zombie. The undead doesn't do it for you? How about a sexy fairy? Or maybe a sexy princess! Sexy red riding hood? (I'm guilty of that one...and the photos are really not blog-appropriate!)

You can be a slutty pirate! A sultry harem girl. A tarty cheerleader! A saucy nun! Even a Sexy Pumpkin!

When I was in university, I'm sure there were girls who were just dressed as SEXY! Like, "Hey, cool costume. What are you?" "I'm SEXXXXY!" in an unnaturally high pitched squeal!

That's what wearing just underwears in public does to you, by the way. It makes your voice come out all unnaturally high pitched and squealy.


So I'm feeling all this pressure, see, to create/obtain an awesomely epic costume that is cute and all, but do you know how hard it is to find one that isn't cut so high you can see one's allofme?

It is HARD.

I give UP.

Oh, and also, unless you want your PC to be flagged and your internet usage to be monitored, I suggest not searching "Adult Mermaid Costume" at work.


Wednesday, October 08, 2008

because waiting for free donuts is a full time job

Wednesday, October 08, 2008
99. Do you have a job?
Yes, a full-timey one. I coordinate communications for a health-related non-profit organization.

98. Last 3 cars you were in/ with who?
Mine, by myself. A rental, with Jon and Amanda. Amanda's brother's, with Amanda's brother, Jon and Amanda.

97. Do you have a crush on someone, If so who?
I wouldn't really call it a crush. But I do have a soft spot for one Mister George Clooney. Swoon.

96. Lied in the last 24 hours?
No, don't think so.

95. What is your current ring tone?
My cell phone doesn't ring. It inconsistently vibrates to alert me of missed calls. It's reaaallly convenient.

93. What is the last movie you watched and with who?
Big Fish with Gary and Ashley.

92. What makes you mad?
Hypocrisy. Bad grammar. Gross injustice done by those who know better to those who can't help themselves.

91. What is your middle name?
The T. stands for The. On a side rant, can someone clear this up for me? I have heard rumor that when women marry, ettiquette suggests they drop their given middle name and change it to their maiden name. WTF? I like my middle initial. It's solid. Gene Roddenberry agrees.

90. Last text you sent/received?
Was probably yesterday. My cell phone battery is dead so I may have received one this morning, I just wouldn't know.

89. What time did you wake up this morning?
I rolled into conciousness for the first time at about 6:30am. I got out of bed around 8.

88. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
I have many friends of both sexes that I can talk to.

87. What are you doing?
Waiting for free donuts and for my real computer to work. Le sigh.

86. When's your birthday?
The seventh day of the fourth month.

85. Does it bug you when people delete questions from surveys?
I contemplated deleting this question, but then I'd have to renumber the entire thing.

84. Are you afraid of growing old?
No. I'm afraid of not living my life to the fullest, I'm afraid I'll get there with regrets, I'm afraid of a tanking economy rendering all savings futile and spending my golden years living in a seedy apartment eating dog food.

83. Are you happy right now?
At this exact moment? I guess so. I'm not unhappy- does that necessarily make me happy?

82. What is sitting to your right?
A broken Dell. Stupid Dell. We should get Macs in this office. I swear, you open the box and plug them in and they work.

81. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Live, I like football. On tv, I like hockey. And figure skating. Oooh, Kurt Browning. Swoonlet.

80. Do you have any kids?
No. Maybe someday little Maserati and Mitsubishi will make a grand appearance, but don't count on it this decade.

79. Do you have a favorite stuffed animal?
Cleavage Panda? Nah, it's got to be Ginny Giraffe.

78. Did you go trick-or-treating this year?
No. This year I'll be handing out candies to adorables, not calling in from a hotel room in Vancouver.

77. Do you know who Mr. Mistoffelees is?

76. What song are you listening to?
The melodies of the office. Clackity clackity photo copier fax machine hum.

75. Do you sing in the shower?
Sometimes. Mostly ABBA. My poor roommate.

74. Can you Crank Dat?
No. I put my hip out trying that.

73. Did you have a valentine this year?
No. I was alone in a hotel room somewhere.

72. Last time you listened to country music?
Uh, on Rash Mountain at Disneyland?

71. What do you think of the song Boom, boom, boom, boom by Vengaboys?
I want you in my room. And then basketball.

70. Do you laugh at your own jokes?

69. Where do you want to live when you grow up?
Somewhere with a hefty mortgage. Har. Har. Har.

68. How tall are you?
Five nine.

67. How many times have you jumped today?
So far, none.

65. What are you wearing?
I am violating the dress code. I'm wearing jeans and a sweater. Ooooooh.

64. Last person to comment you?
I don't know what this means.

63. Do you sing?
In the car, or on the couch.

62. Screamo or country?
I am too old for screamo. I am too urban for country.

61. Rock or Rap?

60. Do you like cheese?
I live for cheese. MMmmm. Cheese.

59. Who called you last?
Gary, probably.

58. Last item you purchased?

57. What jewelry do you wear constantly?
A gold and diamond ring my parents gave me for Christmas when I was 16 or 17.

56. Are you a crazy person?
I guess it's all relative.

55. Who was the last person you huged (girl and boy)?

54. What candidate do you support running for president?
I support Obama in the US election, in Canada, I'm still torn between voting Liberal and NDP. Perhaps someone would like to argue this with me/help me identify the best option in my riding? Perhaps I need to do more of my own damn research.

53. Are you a fast typer?
Yes. Around 78 wpm, apparently.

52. What time is it?
10 or so.

51. What do you smell?
My own hair.

50. Is anything bothering you right now?
My right leg itches.

48. What are you doing today/tomorrow?
Today and tomorrow, I'm going to work. Tonight I'm going to eat BBQ, tomorrow night I'm meeting a friend and his mom for wine. Mmm, wine.

47. What's your favorite colour?

46. What's your worst grade that you currently have & what subject is it in?
In Finance 317, the first time around, I got a full-fledged F.

45. Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?
Yes, I do.

44. If you died right now, is there something you'd want to say to someone?
I love you all.

43. How many friends do you have on facebook?
Somewhere over 200.

42. Who's one person you cannot stand?
As if. This list is long. And secret. I love you all.

41. What's your opinion on same sex marriage?
It's a right we are all entitled to.

40. Do you miss anyone right now?
I miss my vacation.

39. What foreign language do/did you study?
French, Spanish. I am currently trying to teach myself German. That's not really going so well.

38. Does it take a lot to earn someones trust?
The first time around, no. But to get it back?

36. Describe your life in one word?

35. The 2nd person on your top, do u hang with them a lot?
Ah, this is a facebook questionaire, and I've been called out.

34. What shampoo do you use?

33. What do you want right now?
A grande skim pumpkin spice latte with whip.

32. Jeans or sweatpants ?

31. What should you be doing right now?

30. Are you going to do it?
Right after I finish this.

29. Do you have socks on?
No. I hate socks.

28. Do you own sunglasses?
Several pairs that look exactly the same.

27. Have you ever cried so hard, you made yourself sick?
No. I usually cry in the shower so no one can see me.

26. Do you like techno?
Absolutely not.

25. Do you get nervous in front of large groups of people?
Not really. I usually make an ass of myself in front of large groups of people, though.

24. What was your kindergarten teacher's name?

22. Plans for Saturday?
Eating. In Eatonia.

19. Favorite TV show:
HIMYM, Dr Who, Veronica Mars

18. Do you like '80s movies?

17. Do you like "The Goonies"?

16. What's your favorite food?

15. Where do you live?
In a house in Kensington. Though I don't spend a whole lot of time there.

14. Last thing you ate?

13. Current problem?
My office pc is le busted.

12. Been to London?
Yes. It smells, but is a glorious city.

11. Can you lick your toe?
Yes. Oddly enough.

10. Who's the most photogenic person you know?
Well, it is most definitely not me!

9. Been to college?
I've been to university...

8. Ever been given a breathalizer test?

7. Favorite time of day?
Mid afternoon.

6. Ever licked someone's cheek?
Um, not that I recall, but that probably means yes.

5. What are you looking forward to?
Going to Eatonia this weekend.

4. Have you ever ran from the police?
No, I'm not stupid.

3. Ever gotten lost in the dark?

2. What do you think of the last person who posted this?

1. Are you wanting something you can't have?
A grande skim pumpkin spice latte with whip.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Julie Andrews, if you weren't so lovely...

Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I have had one of the songs from The Sound of Music stuck in my head for hours. HOURS. I'll tell you, having "raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens" on repeat upstairs in my brain area sure isn't one of my favourite things.

I am feeling quite agitated today. Oh, sure, just 24 hours ago I was flushed with hope, coming off a vacation and still glowing from my awkward, stripey tan. But now, not so much.

I'm bored, and antsy, and kind of restless, and I can't imagine getting through another three days until the weekend. Where I will drive home late into the night. And hopefully not fall asleep. As I will have passengers.

And screaming passengers in a firey car crash of doom? Definitely not one of my favourite things, either.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Blog Post Ole

Monday, October 06, 2008
Well, I'm back!

Okay, I've been back in Canada for 3 or 4 days now, depending on how you count. And what fingers you use. And how many mid-afternoon mai tais you may or may not have had. But regardless of mathematical differences, I'm home, desperately missing free salsa and chips before every meal but not missing a veritable lack of vegetables and having to constantly coat myself in sunscreen. Nope, not so much.

The best thing about a great vacation is coming back refreshed. I really am relaxed, refreshed, and bouncy with joy about the future. I look forward to conquering a mountain of tasks at work (if the internet/our server/some computer whoozamadinger EVER GOES BACK UP), cleaning my house, downsizing all of my material possessions and hanging my tinkerbell tree ornament at Christmas.

So for your reading pleasure, some moments of note:

1. September/October is definitely the BEST time to visit Disneyland. A solid lack of childrens and families equals less wait time for Megans. And that makes Megans happy. Plus, we're Canadians, so anything about 10 degrees Celcius feels like HOT SUMMER HEAT to us.

2. After testing 3 Mexican restaurants within a block of our Hacienda in San Diego, we determined that the best was the Old Town Mexican Cafe. But you know, as long as it ends in -itas, -itos, -adas, or -changas, I'll pretty much devour it with delicious abandon. Mmmm.

3. Getting a cheap mani-pedi so close to the Mexican border that you can see it? Sweet. Wearing spa flip flops, which basically means going barefoot, into the bodega so close to the Mexican border that you could see it? Not sweet. Bimbo breakfast muffins? Strange, but sweet.

4. Baby pandas are the CUTEST thing ever. EVER.