3 for friday's

Well ya'll Kelsey over at The Richey's from BG tagged me on this little survey, and I am happy to do it.  I don't have the motivation to think of a real post today, and I am on my THIRD conference call of the day.  It is a little excessive on Friday's, it is typical!

3 NAMES I GO BY:

1. Megan

2. Meg

3. Megs

3 PLACES I HAVE BEEN:

1. Mexico

2. Hawaii

3. Alaska

3 FAVORITE DRINKS:

1. Diet Dr. Pepper

2. Water

3. A good Margarita!

3 JOBS I HAVE HAD:

1. A packing plant all through college

2. Sales (Uniforms, and more!)

3. Really only have had two jobs

3 TV SHOWS I WATCH:

1. Big Brother

2. Desperate Housewives

3. Real Housewives of...(New York, New Jersey)

3 PLACES I WOULD LIKE TO VISIT:

1. London

2. Costa Rica

3. Hilton Head

3 FAVE RETRO TV SHOWS:

(not really retro, but they are on Nick at Nite)

1. Home Improvement

2. Full House

3. George Lopez

3 FAVORITE DISHES:

1. Anything from Runza

2.Pollo Mateado from Corona Village in Laramie

3. My Mom's Chicken & Rice

3 THINGS I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO:

1. Jason Boland and Cross Canadian Ragweed next weekend

2. Hopefully getting into a bigger apartment or something soon

3. Football season

3 PEOPLE I'M TAGGING

1.Lesley

2. Heather

3. Lindsey K.

HAVE FUN!

Well I hope you can tolerate a little randomness, and I promise to post for real next week!

fieeesta!

It occurred to me last night (while I should have been sleeping) that I never posted about our little family fiesta.

It took place all of 48 hours after returning home from Mexico, and by the demand of my Cousin A it was "going to happen, NOW!"  If you know our family you know that A controls our doings.  This is much to my chagrin...she stole my youngest child spotlight eight and a half years ago.  I might still be bitter. 

I made this sign for the Fiesta.  Sometimes I need to let my creative side run wild and I really have nowhere else to do that.  

 

I had to take a picture of all of the dips involved in our fiesta.  Oh my word was that guacamole delicious.  I made it and I have never been so satisfied in my life.  (I learned a few secrets down in Mexico to make it that good!)

That would be my lovely Brother and A's little sister E.  E is in LOVE with my Brother, she thinks he is just the greatest thing since sliced bread!

That is A.  My little spotlight stealer.  Thief.  

No, but really I love her.  She idolizes me.  It works!

E is the comedian of our family.

She has been known to say "shut the front door" at the dinner table.  Or giggle uncontrollably for no reason.  She is a mess. 

E also happens to be as uncoordinated as the rest of us, and hasn't gotten the hang of getting on for a piggy back ride.  Were working on it. 

Just for good measure my Aunt J from Virginia bought the girls a pinata and filled it with the best loot ever!

The look A is giving her Mom in this picture absolutely describes her.  She is in those lovely almost pre teen years, there is a lot of eye rolling.  I choose to laugh and pray for her Mother!

That's the loot.  Loofahs, ring pops, necklaces, bracelets.  Not the junky loot that I am used to. 

Apparently stealing my thunder paid off.

the night the lights went out in lincoln

Before I begin I must tell you I am not incompetent nor lazy.

About two weeks ago the light in my closet burned out (I feel its necessary you know I have an 11ft ceiling in my closet). Anyways for the past two weeks I have made due using my bedroom light and just keeping the closet open. It worked, not perfectly but I sufficed.

Well Tuesday night my bedroom light burnt out. Done. I had NO light in my room or closet. So I did what any rational, independent 20 something would do. I called my Dad.

He made sure I didn't want him to come down right that minute to help, I agreed Wednesday evening would be soon enough. He only laughed and made one ore two jokes about how someday I am going to have to learn to change my own light bulbs. In which I told him I can change a light bulb I just don't stand and bar stools alone to do so. Safety first.

Not even thinking that my Dad wouldn't bring his own light bulbs from his stash I didn't buy any. Well he didn't bring any. Seriously the mad believes everything is better in bulk. Why would I go buy my own light bulbs. I mean I haven't bought light bulbs, well ever.

The moral of this story, my Dad is now answering his phone "Charlie's Electric."

Frankly I don't appreciate it.

sanity

I have so much going on lately I think I might be making myself sick.  I have a serious sore throat and I am in a constant state of needing a nap, but not really letting myself do that after work.

I have some big stuff in the works both at work and around the house.  I finally decided what I want to do with the area behind my bed.  It took me 9 months, and a trip to Oklahoma City to figure it out.  And of course I couldn't just "buy" it I have to do some of the "work."

It involves sanding, painting and nails.  Wish me luck people. 

I did take two pictures in Oklahoma City last weekend.  One of the Wormy Dog, and another of the funniest thing ever...I almost bought it and sent it to one of you girls but I couldn't pick just one.  Maybe I should have made some silly pass it along chain game. (Listen to me, I make projects for myself.  I am nuts)

If you can't read that first one, blow it up.  You will laugh I promise. 

Well ya'll I think I really am going to try and do nothing tonight (I was so sad I have to miss my small group tonight because of whatever this throat thing is I have going on, ick!)

pity

I don't know who I pity more ya'll for actually reading what is likely to be my lengthiest post ever or me for writing it.

No wonder it took me next to forever to actually hack this out.  (Your Welcome Lesley!)

Anyways. Moving on.

About two weeks ago my Mom and I left for Mexico (Puerto Vallarta) to meet up with one of my closest childhood friends and her Mom.  We had no real plans, mostly just tan and take in a sight or two.

(Now for you sheer viewing pleasure I will enlighten you with a few pictures of...myself!)

Or maybe one of my Mom and I.

Day two we went into town, enjoyed Senor Frogs and did a little shopping.  Nothing to exciting. 

Finally we decided we needed to sign up for some excursions.  (Which for those of you out there who I went to Mexico with last year...it was the same guy!)

Our first excursion was to be mild.  A lovely Pirate Ship dinner cruise.  I did this cruise the last time I was down in PV and loved it!

Clearly I get a little excited about semi-good looking Pirates, what am I 12?

(No my eyes are not shut)

We had a great time, dinner was good they had a Native Mexican show before the main event...THE PIRATE SHOW!

As we took our seats for the show I was getting really excited, I had told everyone about the guy that jumps over board and the fireworks, and the really cruddy acting.  I am a sucker for cheesy acting.

About two minutes into the actual pirate show the pirates are having some battle over someones Sister with swords.

Well at some point one of the swords broke and came flying through the air hitting none other than, ME!

It hit my chin and all I thought was dang that's going to leave a bruise not even thinking I might be bleeding.  As I turned to look at the rest of my group the lady behind us (who was from AR and we had made friends with and was super sweet) said she's bleeding!

Throwing me into a complete tissy I cupped my hands and caught insane amounts of blood in my hands.  They whisked us away into a first aid room on the second floor.  Where some wanna be Chippendale's dancer turned pirate cleaned up my wound.  (With strict instruction from D's Mom P, a nurse...who was also taking care of my seasick Mother.  When it rains it pours)

(I stole that off D's facebook hence it being small)

After they got it all cleaned up and we got back to land (I was thanking my lucky stars we were only 35 minutes out) they took me to a Mexican hospital.

Ladies and Gentlemen I have never been so glad to live in American and have our health system, no matter the cost!

There was some talk of stitches, which I narrowly avoided.  Steri strips did the job and they told me to get a tetanus shot when I got back to America (ya think!)

They also applied a pressure bandage (fancy name for hideous) that had to stay on for 24 hours.  I contemplated staying in the room the whole next day.  I mean look at this...

Instead I decided to channel my inner Michael Jackson.

The hat I made so much fun of my Mom for buying, and I wore it.  Oh the horror. 

We went about our business in Mexico and I got to take the pressure bandage off and cover my battle wound with a band aid over the steri strips.  Much more tolerable and discreet.

We went zip lining which I almost ducked out on, I mean can ya blame me!  You take a sword to the face and not question if your doomed zipping across a jungle 400 feet up.

Obviously that wasn't 400 ft.  This was the last one to the bridge and the only picture my Mom got.  Don't worry she bought the video of the really high ones.  If you ever have nothing better to do for 45 minutes I am sure she would let you borrow it.

Band aid and all and you can barely see it. 

Mom's and girls.

And just because I lived through zip lining I took my braveness to another level.  Para sailing. 

When I called Belle.of.the.Blog to tell her all about the trip and how much I missed her being there like last time we had this conversation.

Me: Yeah, and just because I hadn't had enough excitement on the last day I went para sailing.

Belle: Megan didn't we decide against that the last time because it was sketchy and unsafe.

Me: Yes we did.  Although we thought the pirate ship was safe, and clearly wasn't

So that ya'll was our trip in a nutshell.  We really did have a wonderful time minus that one incident.  It makes me so grateful to have the best parents in the World.  I wouldn't trade them for anything. 

teaser

Tomorrow I will tell the stories of our trip to Mexico. 

I know I had really good intentions of doing this last week, but I decided to go to Oklahoma City this weekend, so last week was packed full to get ready.

Maybe I will tell ya'll tomorrow how much I LOVE Oklahoma City too.  Always have. Maybe its the cowboy hats and politeness I am a sucker for.  Ha!

Well I will see ya'll tomorrow!

still here

I promise I haven't forgot about ya'll, I have just been busy. I got home last night after being gone for nearly two weeks. I spent the better part of last week working from Omaha so I just stayed there...without my personal laptop!

So anyways if I can squeeze it in I will blog tonight. I am a busy girl! Ha!