Monthly Archives: December 2013

Sadness and then Story Time


So today was emotionally draining. Last day at the museum. My baby of three years. People are saying good-bye and there’s been tears, an upcoming moody point in my life, and a call to my mommy. I also got a call from the state tourism board asking me to be on a panel about getting people in your museum in April, at the state conference. Booo me leaving. I really want to be on that panel and I won’t be here. I will still know everything, I can do it without be employed by the museum right? I asked mom today if this was the right decision, if leaving was the correct thing to do. Every other day, I have known that I need to do this. Today, saying goodbye to people and having this opportunity to be on this panel, I wonder if it’s the right thing. Mom just said that this is the right thing. No matter how involved with the museum I am (which has been quite a bit in the last 3 years), this is right.

So let’s talk about something lighter so I can get myself out of this funk. My car, Rhonda, is getting fixed. Rhonda got ran into by the city’s snow plow and it’s finally getting fixed. That does mean that I am on foot. But I lucked out and I have people that can drive me. I am also going out with R and her son tonight for pizza and then have a movie marathon and read and do a little drinking. Not alcoholic amount of drinking just a little to finish off what I have. I also went to “Frozen” the other night. Totally worth going to. Even as an adult. And I totally had a running commentary in my head just like I always do.

Now Story Time as Promised by the title.

I spent 2 of my 3 1/2 summers in Medora in the Ice Cream Shops. And one of the shops also had the bakery a part of it. That shop opened up early so I was up and at work at like 6:30 in the morning and being that this was a tourist town and employees like to party. There was something going on the night before so I didn’t get to sleep until 1:30 in the morning. I was tired that morning when I opened up the bakery. We had an employee bathroom and if you didn’t turn on the light/fan and let the door open a crack, you could hear people come in. So there I am with hair a little disheveled, wearing my glasses, half asleep on the toilet. I reached over and put my hand on top of the toilet paper roll on the thing and then all of a sudden it crashes down and the toilet paper goes rolling out the door. The holder had fallen off in my hand, without me pushing and I had no idea how this happened. The couple that ran the shops are like my summer parents and the guy came in at like 11 and I ducked in the bathroom grabbed the holder and said “I broke it”. The guy kind of looked at me for a while and just started to laugh, like this was just another one of my antics and that it one of the random things I pulled off when I was there.

So remember the roommate I had my senior year of college? Well I had a roommate my senior year of college and she kept life fun. I’m pretty sure that I told the story about finals week where she went out drinking the night before her 8 a.m. final and brought home a guy and I almost caught a sight at his manhood. Not fun. But she also made our bathtub pink. After I cleaned it that day. PINK! It was October and a bunch of students painted themselves pink and white for breast cancer awareness and then she got drunk and she liked to lay in the tub and fall asleep in the tub when she got drunk. I had to pee at one time at the night but I dealt. The next morning I got up and didn’t put my glasses on and stumbled into the bathroom. I extra stumbled over her shoes and then my eyes were open to the pink tub. I was not pleased and not going to clean that up. Nope I didn’t. The adventures of living with roommates. Sigh.

Well, that’s all I really wanted to say today. Have a good and safe New Years.


The Books I Read this Year.


So being that I will be quite busy the next couple days with being done at the museum and moving and the such, I’m going to do my year-end book look back now. I won’t bore you with all I’ve read, but I’ll give the overview. There was a total of 51 books and a total of 15,559 pages. Here’s a few of the books I read and what I thought about them.

The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden and The Redemption of Callie and Kayden by Jessica Sorensen. I loved them. I got kind of obsessed by them. Lots of angst and just something I don’t normally read.

The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series by Rick Riordan. I definitely was one minded while reading this series. I read them in quick succession because I really liked them and really liked learning more about mythology in this form

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen. It was okay. Not my favorite Austen but it’s up there

Love Seen from Hell by John Emil Augustine. YUCK. I wasn’t a fan. There are few books that I should never pick up because they bother me so much and this was one of them.

Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman. I loved this book. I have read very few books that take place in my home state of North Dakota and this is the only one I’ve liked. I liked the characters and the real situations the characters were put in. Go read it. Now. I loved it.

I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Joshua Harris. This was another one I wasn’t a fan of. Something that I would have adored in high school but now I have to many opinions on dating and know more what I want and what I need. I didn’t need this book/devotional/whatever it is, to tell me what I need. I think I had more issue with the reviews I read about it on GoodReads.

The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. I liked it more than the movie. The book didn’t give me nightmares. Is this a sign that the movie will one day not give me nightmares and I will lose this obsession eventually? Maybe. To soon to tell. It something I would think about reading to my kids one day.

The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. This is the first Lord John book I liked and it was because there was more Jamie Fraser in it. I also like that it was in the 20 year period where Claire was out of the picture. If you like the Lord John series and the Outlander series, you’ll love this book.

A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin. Meh. I see why the show is popular and the books are popular. I just couldn’t get into it. If I had more time to devote to the series, I could totally get into the series and become obsessed.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. This took me a long time to get into but once I did and I got invested in the characters and started to love them. I do not see myself re-reading it though.

The Fault in our Stars by John Green. So good. I loved how John Green pretty much pulled off narrating from a 16-year-old girl’s point of view. It was funny and serious and I may have crushed on John Green for a while.

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins. Good but I was still coming off from the John Green high. If I had read it before John Green, I would have adored it but I didn’t. I just got mad at Anna for being a typical teenager. That (me getting mad at teenagers for being teenagers and this coming from the girl who is about to teach in a high school) does happen on a regular basis.

Several Steve Hocknsmith books. It was more of the Home on the Range books. I really like these westerns because you get the western feel but near the end of the heyday of the cowboys so they’re a little bit more sophisticated more. I enjoy the humor and how they’re written.

Beyond the Highland Mist by Karen Marie Moning. Not that bad but I got recommended this book based on my interest in the Outlander series. Yeah, doesn’t hold up. But it’s good and an easy read. I am a little obsessed with Hawk now. I don’t know why. Well, I kind of take that back because I have an idea why, I just don’t want to talk about it.

Panic by Jeff Abbott. I think I joked about this book the most because I couldn’t figure out who to trust. I did reference this book a lot when I was reading it. I think it was because it stumped me and not many books do that.

Into the Wilderness by Sara Donati. Another book that was suggested because I liked Outlander. This one fared better than Beyond the Highland Mist. I liked the characters and that it was a continuation of The Last of the Mohicans. Lots of good things about it and then some other things I wasn’t to into.

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. I just did a review on this. So I won’t talk about it too much. Just go back a post or two and read about it.

P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern. Not that similar to the movie but I still really enjoyed this book. I loved the family dynamics and I love just enjoyed the love that carried on.

So that’s a selection of what I’ve read. I’ll try to post in the next couple of days but don’t count on it.

Merry Christmas


Merry Christmas to Everyone. Now that it’s near the end of the day, I can officially tell people of my Christmas. Let’s start with yesterday.

So I had to work a few hours yesterday and then I came home. (roads weren’t always great, but I still made amazing time) Now that my brother and his family live on the home place, I get thrown off when there are cars coming out of our turnoff and last night my some of my sister-in-law’s siblings were leaving and they were all leaving when I got home. And my sister and brother-in-law came yesterday also, so mom and dad had a full house last night. Or fuller than usual. So obviously, because of bad roads and being on the road for 2 1/2 hours and not getting much sleep the night before, I came home a little crabby. I did warm up to everyone just not my usual self. My mom, sister and brother-in-law started doing puzzles last night and here is the conversation that kind of made the night and kind of explains partially how the family works.

Sister to mom: Would you tell me if you thought our name choices were stupid? (they were talking about baby names) Me from across the room shouting: I would!
Sister: We all know you would.

I don’t know how this happened but I somehow got the role in the family of the one who will say anything at anytime. I don’t know how this happened. Maybe because, in all reality, it’s probably a little true? What was nice about today is that it was just the immediate family. Usually on a holiday like Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter we get together with my aunt and her family, but we’re postponing that until Saturday. It’s not to often it’s just the immediate family.

This morning came and my nephew comes walking over by himself (the brother and sister-in-law were still getting my niece and presents situated so they sent the nephew ahead) and I’m sitting on the floor with him hanging out and my sister is talking to him too and I ask him about his hair cut and he starts to tell us how he cut his hair this morning and while I’m staring at him, I realize he’s telling the truth. He cut a little piece of his bangs off. Not much so that you would really notice but if you stare, you can see it. I don’t know where he got the scissors or where the adults were, but he did it. I asked him if mom and dad knew and he said nope and my sister walks out the room shaking her head and I said “well she’s probably going to find out now”. So after the brother and sister-in-law were over and we were sitting in the living room my sister pops her head in and asked the nephew if he had told his mom about his hair. He kind of went silent. I told him that he should just fess up about it because when he grows up, this is going to be a great story. So he told his mom and her jaw drops and my brother is trying not to laugh. So the sister-in-law holds his face and just looks at his bans and she starts to ask questions about when and how and the rest of us are still trying not to laugh. So his mom gets done and my brother takes a look at him. “He’s fine”. Life goes on.

We opened presents which is always fun. My sister and I, who talked about presents for everyone else in the family but not the kids, both got the kids the same hats that have movable objects on them. We got a picture of the kids and the brother and sister-in-law wearing them. Guess they have backups. The nephew thought they were pretty good for scaring cattle and that the hats would come in handy for preg testing tomorrow. Then I got a suitcase and I opened it up to put all my gifts in to put in my room and we found out that I could fit both kids in this suitcase. I can officially take the kids overseas if I pack nothing else. I got an Angry Birds game for both kids. And this wasn’t like a digital form of the game but an actual one that you set up and fling the birds. Both kids love Angry Birds. The nephew looked at me after he opened it and said “I can die now”. Then played with it for an hour and a half. Guess that means it went over well?

My mom always busts out the camera for opening presents. It’s kind of the tradition that everyone will dodge getting their picture taken. It’s kind of like a celebrity being harassed by the paparazzi divided by 1000. There used to be code words (it was tornado) and lots of hands up and presents up and elbows in front of the face. Today was no different. And my brother, sister-in-law and I were all sitting in a row and my mom was going to take a picture of my brother and she was yelling at him to put his had down and between mom yelling at the brother and taking the picture I got in a face. It got into the picture. I show mom the picture tonight and she shook her head. Shook her head. At me. Her favorite, youngest child. That’s illegal right?

One Christmas, my brother and sister-in-law gave me 3 presents and I won’t tell the whole story but one of them had a lump of coal in it. So this year when my sister sent out the Facebook message that she wanted Christmas lists, I said no and she said that I was getting a lump of coal for Christmas. I said, fine, whatever, it’s happened before. I got instructions today that I was supposed to open one of their packages first. So I did and it was a lump of coal and when I said I didn’t ask for it, I got an argument. Just because I’m passive about something, doesn’t mean I’m consenting to it. Booo. They did get me a legitimate gift.

At supper we’re sitting around the table and the nephew, who’s been attached to me all day (well both kids were), goes “It sure smells like Megan in the air”……What? When asked what I smell like, he didn’t know. I also took a shower this morning and brushed my teeth so the rumor that I smelled funny or that it came from my mouth is completely untrue. Overall, it was a good day and I’m a little sad that I won’t be here next year to celebrate the holiday with family, but it’s something I need to do.

So I hope that everyone had a great day. If you didn’t, you can come join my family. We’re fun. And obviously, I speak my mind. But you kind of knew that all ready.

Speak Book Review


I just finished Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. If you’ve heard anything about this book, you know that this review will not be an uplifting one. If you haven’t heard of this book (and a lot of people have because it won a lot of awards and it was made into a movie with, I think, Kristen Stewart) here’s a synopsis.

Melinda Sordino busted an end-of-summer party by calling the cops. Now her old friends won’t talk to her, and people she doesn’t even know hate her from a distance. The safest place to be is alone, inside her own head. But even that’s not safe. Because there’s something she’s trying not to think about, something about the night of the party that, if she let it in, would blow her carefully constructed disguise to smithereens. And then she would have to speak the truth. This extraordinary first novel has captured the imaginations of teenagers and adults across the country

Now here’s the awards or recognitions it’s had (which I understand why it got):
A 2000 Printz Honor Book
A 1999 National Book Award Finalist
An Edgar Allan Poe Award Finalist
A 1999 Los Angeles Times Book Prize Finalist
Winner of the SCBWI Golden Kite Award
An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
An ALA Quick Pick
A Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year
A Booklist Top Ten First Novel of 1999
A BCCB Blue Ribbon Book
A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year
A Horn Book Fanfare Title

So it was a big deal when it came out. Understandable since it deals with such a big subject.

Now for my opinion. I think that it’s an important subject to talk about, especially to young adults. Rape isn’t funny. People that are dealing with being raped isn’t something to brush off. Young Adults don’t always get that. Even adults don’t get that all the time. So the book overall is important. I haven’t read a book before that I have read about a young, rape victim and how they deal and their thought process. This book reminded me how cruel high school is. I forget that because my high school experience was good. I was never ostracized like this girl, I didn’t have friends ditch me. I had it way better than this girl. I liked that she kind of went into her own little world and kind of went radio silent. She was hurt and she did what I would have done, she built walls.

I also had a little trouble with her parents for a while. They were clueless on what was going on with their daughter. But then I got it. The parents were busy and in their own little world. There was work and fighting and there was no time to pay attention to their daughter going silent and hurting. Which then made sense to me that the teacher got it or saw something going on. Teachers are usually the ones to get it. Just saying.

What I didn’t like about the book: I didn’t like how conversations were handled. I mean it was like how a teenager would write it and that was the point but it drove me a little bat shit. I saw some reviews that saw the main character as whining quite a bit. I see that, but here’s my thing. She’s 15 and she’s been raped. I was whiny at 15 and I wasn’t raped. If I had been (I would have gone to the police) I would have been whiny. Sometimes I did get a little bored with the high school situations. Not necessarily the author’s fault but still got me a little bored.

Overall, it was okay. I generally liked the ending. It was genuine, I guess, that after everything was getting to be all right again but eh, it was okay. I don’t think I would read this again just because I felt way old reading this book and that was because of how it was written. It was written to get young people to realize that rape is never okay and that even if it gets you unpopular, you need to tell someone and you need to talk about how you’re feeling.

Side Story: I was at the museum today and a guy that I’ve dealt with quite a bit walks in and looks at me and says “What the hell are you still doing here?” Everyone thinks I’ve bolted from town all ready. Not true. I’m still a resident of B town until the 31st. I’ll be gone for the next 5 1/4 days. But the guy was really excited about what I’ll get to experience so that’s good.

Another Journey Through My Head to Get You Lost.


So I don’t know what it is about me but I think I throw people off, in all sorts of ways. One night I get asked what grade I’m in then the next day I get asked how long I’ve been married. All this without talking to me. Then I have people obsessed with my hair. Yes, I get that my hair is long and is a natural color most people would love to have. But getting the question if this is my natural hair is getting old. This whole thing is getting old. And then there’s the people who don’t catch on when I’m joking. My sarcasm is truly lost on these people. I don’t know how people don’t pick up on my sarcasm, I make it obvious. People just don’t get me. To me, I’m average looking 25-year-old, with average hair and obvious sarcasm.


This isn’t a great picture but 5th grade band. I sure hope I look older than that now. 10 cool points if you can figure out which one is me from that picture. I’ll give you a hint, it involves bangs. What was I thinking that bangs were a good idea. Can I just claim insanity. That just isn’t a good picture period. For anyone. I have to admit that I have never been good at trends. I have never been trendy. I am horrible. I can dress myself in things don’t look horrible. This is how I explain my bangs. And to explain why it’s black and white, it’s because it came from a year book and we weren’t doing our yearbook in color at that time. We do have color photos in North Dakota.

I got that picture from Facebook and one of the girls commented that her mom bought her shoes 3 sizes to big so she could grow into them and she still wears them to this day. I kind of miss the randomness that high school brought. Screw that, I just want no responsibility. I’m no good at it. I’m good at getting nothing accomplished with my life. That’s what I’m good at. I’m also really good at procrastinating. I have to speak in church on Sunday on what I’m doing with my life and I haven’t thought of what I’m going to say. If I don’t do something soon, I’ll get up there and make an inappropriate joke about male genitalia. I could totally see that happening. But we’ll see if I can prevent that. Let’s hope so.

I have this lady that her and her husband had Gelbvieh cattle just like my parents and my parents went and saw how they ran things when they started getting into the breed. Her husband got cancer and while he was in treatments, I was being born so it was nice that we’ve come full circle, us meeting when I was 23 and the being born thing. Today she was in the museum and she has a dog and she was talking about taking her dog out, she loves her dog and talks about him all the time, and she says he doesn’t like the cold and she says “well I’m not going to warm up the whole damn country for him”. I’m going to miss her. I’ve been realizing how much I’m going to miss here but also what I won’t miss here as well. This whole thing is kind of bittersweet. But I am ready to leave. I need to leave.

The parts for my bumper are in! I’m so excited! Except with how long it takes to put on and with Christmas next week, I’ll still be driving with a broken bumper for another week. Ugh. But Yay. So many conflicting feelings. I don’t know which one to choose.

Just a Short One.


Electricity went out yesterday. I bring this up to point a bad habit in either me or in the electricity. 98% of the time of when electricity goes out, I’m in the bathroom with my pants down sitting and peeing. I tend to blame the electricity for this and not my bladder. Because my bladder can’t be helped. Even if I don’t drink much I still have to relieve myself. The electricity is of not natural powers. Therefore, electricity’s fault. Or is God flexing his humor muscles and playing jokes on me whenever this happens? Does God not know how creepy the museum is when it’s completely dark? But God is omnipotent so he must know. I could go on and on so we’re going to have a subject change.

I have a quote of the day and I have to tell this quote with a backstory. I have two kids that come from the school to help me out for like a half hour. These kids don’t learn as quick as some others and they go around town to different businesses and learn some practical skills. There’s one girl and one boy both are probably freshman in high school. So they come today and they worked and they were about to leave and the girl tells me Merry Christmas and I was talking to the supervisor and the girl turns to the boy and says very commanding and she’s never commanding “Aren’t you going to tell her Merry Christmas?”. So he turns to me and goes “I’m supposed to tell you Merry Christmas.” Then they turn and walk out the door. I don’t know why, but this entertained me to no end. No end.

I really didn’t have much to say. Just making sure people know I’m alive.

Mermaids Reappear


I’m at a point right now where I just can’t seem to finish a post. That’s why you haven’t seen much of me lately. I just can’t focus and bust out anything that’s good. I’ve been too busy to do anything exciting and there’s just not the brain power to do anything. Yesterday I went in the library to get an audio book and the I was having trouble finding a book that had the power for me to use very little brain power and the librarian said I was being whiny. I am not whiny. I just inform people of the things that are wrong in my life. There’s a difference. And I’m tired so leave me alone. I’ll get more to post about when I go overseas and start living a more exciting life. Trust me, lots of awkward moments I can get into with a language barrier and cowboy boots.

So today I started writing things down that are in my head for the museum and I never realized how much I knew. I have one page front and back full and the start of another one and that’s just the beginning of it. There’s no stop to the knowledge I have. And honestly, I didn’t get any of the information I put down when I started here. This is me being nice even though I don’t want to be. I really just want to not leave anything and let the new person figure it out like I had to. But that would be horrible of me. Right? Do I have the justification of not leaving anything? This is a moral question that I just don’t want to deal with and let someone else not in this situation decide. One of the board stopped by today to kind of figure out all what I know and she was here for about a half hour and I really overwhelmed her. That’s what happens when you’ve been here 3 years with little help. You get to smart.

When I first started here, some of the volunteers would joke that the museum has a ghost. The buzzer went off for no reason, heard things randomly, things like that would happen. I dismissed it. The building’s not that old and no way we’re haunted. Now, I totally get it. Everything they said has happened. I have had merchandise that is secure on the top shelf of a book case on the floor 6 feet away from where it should be and today, when I was totally alone in the museum and sitting up front at the desk writing, one of the pictures fell of a very secure place on the wall and broke the frame. There’s a bunch of pictures sitting on this ledge and none of them have ever fallen before and it was just one picture. On a normal basis, this picture (that was in the middle) would have taken down all the rest of the pictures. This museum has something going on. Trust me.

I also forgot to mention last post that the night R and I were drinking while using sharp tools to curate millions of years old fossils, she was telling us about her broken toilet. It runs and runs and runs. So being the toilet experts we are, Y and I told her how to fix it. And then we all huddled around a toilet or two to show her how to fix her toilet. Now here’s the thing. I went to the bathroom this morning and then went back to bed. My toilet started to run and I was too tired to realize it was my toilet and I just thought it was one of the guys upstairs taking a shower. Nope, my toilet. Not that exciting right? Well, welcome to my life. It centers around the museum and toilets.

Remember when I went on a mermaid spree a few months ago? Right, it was epic. Well that documentary was on last night again. It got me thinking about mermaids again. And don’t mess with me, mermaids could possibly exist. We don’t know, we haven’t explored everything under water. Here’s my question. What is the life span of a mermaid. R says that it’s 43.89 years because you don’t see an old, ugly, wrinkly mermaid. I asked her how many mermaids she had seen and she has seen a few. She’s older. I’m going to believe her. She then counter my questions with the question of are the baby mermaids shark bait. They have to be. No way that they couldn’t be. Sharks (with the exception of Bruce from ‘Finding Nemo’ and only because he never knew his father) aren’t friends with anyone. They eat. Hence my thought process. And since we’re talking about it, ‘The Little Mermaid’ has been on t.v. and I’ve been noticing it. Mermaids are taking over the world? Quite possibly.

I haven’t talked about this much but R and I will talk about random conspiracy theories. She thinks that Elvis is really in South Dakota on the Reservation. We, collectively, think that Big Foot is a little creepy and we don’t want to deal with him, the Loch Ness Monster is cool and we want to find him and I totally am into mermaids. R asked a guy friend of hers what he thought of the whole mermaid thing and he didn’t say that they did exist but also didn’t say they didn’t exist. He said it was possible. I’m totally taking that as he’s on my side and he is a very smart man.

Well, I totally wasn’t expecting to talk about mermaids again today but they’re stalking me. When I live in a land locked state. That doesn’t get much annual rainfall. I don’t know how they’re doing it but this is totally happening and the mermaids want me to know something. Let me tell you what mermaids. I don’t speak mermaid. I speak human. Am I obsessed… sad as this is, yes. I need a new hobby or a new obsession. Something that doesn’t involve creatures whose existence isn’t quite proven yet. One day this will happen. One day. Maybe after I move, the mermaids will leave me alone.