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Mothers Day


Today was mother’s day. I love my mommy. But I failed. I didn’t get my mom anything. Yesterday we went to go see one grandma and we went with my sister-in-law and the kids. I was sitting in between the kids and mom was going into the store. I yell at mom to get herself a card on me. Mom and the sister-in-law roll there eyes. I woke up this morning and told mom that I was going to make her a card but obviously nothing was going to be as nice as what she would have picked out for herself. She laughed. Does that mean I was right? I can be crafty but I’m sure that my card would have been lame. Being 26 and thinking about making your mother a mother’s day card can be lame. Pretty sure. But it is her fault for not following directions.

We went to go see the other grandma today. We stopped and went to church with my aunt and uncle and then we took grandma out to eat. When I got my first pair of boots in college, she saw them and told me that since I had boots, I was going to attract all the cowboys and now every time she sees me in boots she comments about how I don’t have a cowboy. I am aware of this. So we go back to grandma’s apartment and I’m looking around because the med that I’m on for my thyroid gives me this extra burst of energy and so I wasn’t sitting still. Behind me there was a newer looking card that said something to the extent of “Happy Birthday to my wife”. My grandfather, the one married to this grandmother, has been gone for about 33 1/2 years. He died of a rare blood disease a month and a half before his first grandchild. So I was confused. It’s not grandma’s birthday for another month or so and I know she kind of has a boyfriend in this complex. I say kind of because pretty sure it’s not official and grandma gets all huffy about it. So I was like “what if it’s from this guy? Did they secretly get married? Grandma getting married right before she turns 80? No. I need to be there for that wedding.” So I ask mom and dad if they know about a secret wedding. This card looked way to knew to be from 30 plus years ago. They didn’t know. We went to my aunt and uncles place for a while and so I asked my aunt. No, it’s a card still from my grandpa. It’s an incredibly sweet thing to have. This is almost a gross cute thing. This must have been the last birthday card grandma got. But a part of me was a little upset that grandma didn’t have a secret wedding. I don’t think that would set well with grandma’s children though.

After we left we stopped at this little restaurant we used to stop at when I was little. This place hasn’t changed since I was little. Same carpets, same restrooms that say ‘cowgirls’ and ‘cowboys’ on them, same red glasses. The same red glasses. These glasses epitomized eating at this restaurant when I was little. I had a rant about how amazing these red glasses were tonight. They were amazing. I still love them. I then told mom and dad what section we used to sit at all the time and the pictures haven’t changed a bit. Still looks like 1996 in these pictures. You have to love small town diners that never change owners or workers. Lots of memories there.

Tonight my brother and his family came over to give mom her a mothers day gift. The nephew looks at me and says “you’re going to be here for 10 more days.” I was a little confused so I had him repeat it and his parents and I kind of looked at each other like “What the hell is this child talking about?” Then it dawned on me. I had explained to him a few months ago that I was going to be living at grandma and grandpa’s for awhile, or at least until he was a first grader. He graduates kindergarten in 10 days. That’s where he got that. Geesh. That kid.

So I’ve been doing some editing to the story MJ and I are telling. Do you hear that MJ? I’m editing and adding. I’m trying to pull my weight in this story. Trying is the key word there. We decided that we aren’t ready to leak this story to public yet so no one gets to read it. But it’s amazing. Because we are amazing.


I’m Alive


So, I haven’t blogged in a while because of life in general. So let me share what I’ve done with my life.

I’m done at the museum, I’ve moved home and somewhat settled at home. In 12 hours my dad jokingly told me I had lice and I freaked out and my mom said she was going to hit me. (it was my fault she wanted to hit me, I promise. Any one else would have hit me.) Tonight I asked mom if she could handle me 24/7. Then I paused and said “I’m kind of a hand full, so probably not” and she laughed. Then we were playing a matching game and she asked how I remembered some of this and to which I replied “There’s not much else going on up there right now, so why not?”. I was just on fire tonight getting to laugh.

When I moved, they didn’t plow in front of my apartment so that was fun. I got my bumper fixed. Now I’m writing thank you cards for those who have been a supporter so far to this crazy trip I’m going on. Note to self, don’t write thank you notes to those you love when you have your time of the month. It does not end well. There’s tears and a weird self-deprecating thing.

We had extended family Christmas the Saturday after Christmas. All 6 kids (me and my 2 siblings and 3 cousins and okay, there were some spouses and kids there too) hung out downstairs. I don’t remember the last time all of us hung out in the same room, now that all of us are adults and 2/3 of us are married. I did accidentally kick Cousin E in the face. Let me explain. He was laying on the floor and I was folded up in a chair and my foot was hanging over the edge and he tickled my foot and said “tickle, tickle” and my reflexes said, “INTRUDER! INTRUDER” and my foot flew and I somewhat gently kicked him in the face. Or not somewhat gently kicked him in the face. I felt bad because I didn’t mean to do it and it was the last holiday we had together before he moves to Texas. He moved like 3 days ago. This makes me sad. Favorite quote of the night “My heart is in it but my legs aren’t” and of course the ever-present “FAMILY NAP TIME” after dinner or lunch.

I survived, or everyone survived, the Polar Vortex. With wind shield it was -56 in some places in ND. Booooo. But I didn’t have to go out. But my dad and brother did to go feed. I didn’t have to put shoes on for about a week and I put my boots on and I started going down stairs to go to my car to go get my hair cut and I almost fell down because I don’t know how to walk in shoes anymore. That’ll change once I start working again. I also do not want another Polar Vortex, even though it is kind of fun to say.

I babysat the nephew last week. It was just us and my mom has these water guns that he plays with and we were giving them super powers and I said one could shoot mud and the nephew gives me a look and I asked if that was lame and he didn’t know what that was so I said not cool and he goes “that wasn’t cool” and walks away. Then I was explaining that I was going to be around at grandma and grandpa’s for a while and I was going to be here until he was done with school (meaning end of the school year in my head) and he goes “until I graduate?”. Close, wish I could, not happening.

My mom’s side of the family is organizing a family reunion for right before I leave and I’m totally excited because the last time that happened, I was like 5.

So that is what’s going on in life now. I’ll try to get back into blogging more, but I can’t guarantee anything.

Mental Fart.


I just have a little about a lot of things to talk about. So here it is.

Thursday night was my good-bye party/silent auction at the museum. I’m not leaving now, just in a few weeks and it just worked out better to have it yesterday. I was talking to the librarian from a neighboring town and we started talking about things you do at work without realizing you do it, because it’s habit and how much you have in your brain. I really do have a lot in my brain. I didn’t realize this. It went well. It was nice and small, which is exactly what I wanted. I didn’t want big. I wanted to sit around and talk to everyone about nothing.

So last night I was working in our lab with R and Y. And there was some pizza and some alcohol last night. Just saying, but R is a bad influence on me. I had 3 Mikes last night because I couldn’t let her drink alone. Usually I keep it under 3. Drinking could lead to bad things. Bad influence. So we were sitting there and at the end of the night Y asked R if she was okay to drive home and I rolled over on a roller chair and said, “I can take you home if you are” To which the obvious answer was “You have had the exact same amount of alcohol.” I was just saying. I’m a good friend like that AND I was sober. I could have done it. I promise. I should add that R lives out near a different town, I live in town. That’s why there was concern for R and not me.

Today I went up north to finish Christmas shopping (there was no storm today and I was so excited) and my old boss was in town. We both worked at a Christopher and Banks back in the day. We got on the subject of the people we worked with and things that happened those days. I knew there was one lady that tried to set me up with her grandson and now I found out today that trying to figure out who to set me up with was like a sport to the whole store without me knowing because I’m such a nice girl and I need a man to take care of me. Really? I want to be in on the game. I know I’ve talked a lot about dating and complaining but I’m okay with where I’m at right now in my life. I just wanted to be in on their reindeer games. But that’s not happening anymore. I would have wanted to screen their ideas and give them feedback on how their guy didn’t make my cut. And I’m trying to be smart now. Starting to get in a relationship now would be inconsiderate because I’m going to be leaving for a year. Not fair of me. But it could be a fun game.

I was also texting MJ tonight and there was an article about friends who act like old married couples after a certain amount time. We do like 9 of the 17. We are an old married couple and getting older. But I like it. She can’t get rid of me no matter how hard she does. I hope she reads that sentence. Because she will agree that I will not be getting rid of her. Then she would also say that after reading the above paragraph, I am going to get married before her because we have a bet to see who gets married first. I’m not offering my opinion on this right now.

I have now listened to all five Percy Jackson books. I will probably be doing a post about this soon. I enjoyed the series overall and I would totally re-read them. Anyway, that’s for another post.

I also got a bag of books for $3. Be impressed. Let me bask in the glow of my deal getting. I am great. Now I’m done. I’m over it. We can move on with life now. I have more books than I know what to do with. I need to start reading them. But I don’t want to. I want to watch movies. That’s my life.

After a week of having trouble with my car Rhonda, she’s taking a break from having trouble. I’m relieved. Now I just have to wait for a new bumper. And I’m okay with being able to drive Rhonda around because Saxy Brass has the church tour tomorrow. Yup.

Another Awkward Moment


I had this weird thing happen the other night and I’ve never had this happen before. Remember I can occasionally be a little awkward? Keep that in mind. I help with the projection at a bible study on Sunday nights and after the little video, we go in a circle and we discuss. I was sitting next to this guy. Average looking, around my age (give or take a year or two), and all around good guy. I don’t know him well and I’ve probably had 2 or three conversations with him but he’s a guy I could see hanging out with. (friend hanging out with, not hanging out, hanging out. Couldn’t see the anything but friends with this guy) So we were sitting there discussing and I raised my hand to affectionately put on his knee, like we were in a very close relationship. I saved the day from being awkward by keeping my hand moving and scratching my head. No one knew the difference. Like I said, never have had this happen before. I don’t know what came over me. Then I wasn’t even paying attention to the discussion on what we heard. I was trying to figure out what the heck I was thinking. So I was looking down and scowling because I was thinking so hard and then he would speak and I’d look up at him with this semi-confused face like I was surprised he was real. I think I was just tired. Yeah, let’s go with that.

So moving on. Last night was the Christmas Stroll and the Lion’s Christmas Party. And of course I had to be at both, making my life tough to schedule. So I ran home and figured out I need a new blinker. One of mine is out. Then I participated in the Christmas Stroll. The Christmas Stroll is a yearly thing on the first Monday of December where all the shops are open late and there are pictures with Santa at the library and hay rides. Saxy Brass, the brass group I’m in, goes to all the stores and plays a few songs and then we do hot chocolate at the coffee shop. A storm has moved in so it was cold last night and so I was wearing my thick wool coat with fleece lining. Not fun. Ugh. So after 2 hours, that’s right 2 hours, we finish up playing and I bolt and put my trombone, on top of the case, not even taking it apart, just laying it there and bolt over to the steak house for the Christmas party. I’ll almost be excited when I don’t have all these obligations to be at. But at the same time it’s going to be sad because I honestly don’t mind all the things I do.

They had a pasta bar and I figured since I was an hour late, I wasn’t going to get any food but they gave me food! To much food. There was seriously 3 Lions jumping to give me food. So I went back to the kitchen and they gave me 2 out of the 3 kinds of pasta, salad with ranch, no other veggies and then brought out the apple desert thing and a beer for me. I like to pretend that it wasn’t staff’s job to bring me stuff but they really like me. Probably not the case. And I did kind of throw it all up last night. I don’t know if I was just over full or what because the food was good, just made me puke. The President of the Lions’ board did make me announce why I was leaving. I did get the left over fudge and a plant for leaving. They didn’t plan that. They just decided that it was a good idea to give me more stuff to pack up and leave. And this doesn’t make much sense because, even though I’m a farmer’s daughter, I don’t have great luck with plants. And this is sad because this plant is a pretty plant.

Like I mentioned before, a storm moved in last night. We had about 3 inches last night and probably that much today now too. If this storm is how it’s going to be for the rest of the winter, I’m not excited because when I move home I got 17 miles into town and work. It could make for some long driving days. I need to move somewhere warm. Next life change, that’s what I’m doing.

I Might be a Little bit of a Girl


This first part might not be for anyone of the male persuasion. It might be t.m.i. Just skip the first paragraph or two.

So I have this really cute, large plaid purse that I originally bought for a project bag because it has nice pockets for needles and things for my knitting/embroidery/crocheting stuff. Well this project bag turned into my purse. Like I said, it’s large and cute and it doesn’t zipper, clip or anything. No way of closing. And because I am a prepared individual, I always have a pad with me. Just in case my period sneaks up on me. I did this in high school too. In youth group, I was always the oldest and all the girls knew I was prepared and usually could get me alone to ask for a pad. One told me I always had my period so I always had a pad. (she didn’t mean it bad, it just came out wrong) I am a handy woman to have around. But being I have a pad in an open purse, it can get a little awkward. The pad always seems to make it’s way to the top and I would totally use a pocket but I could see myself reaching in and feeling it and wondering what it is and pulling it out and embarrassing myself even more. And I just can’t change purses because everything I need is in this bag. It’s just to convenient to keep everything in one bag and not switch it out.

I sometimes wonder how a guy would deal with taking a pad or tampon because it’s not as acceptable for a guy to carry a purse. I also sometimes wonder what would happen if gender roles were reversed for a day. Might be entertaining, might be the worse idea ever, might be a little of both.

I just started a crochet project. I think my stripes of colors are a little thicker, actually I know they are because I’m doing 2 rows a color not one. I’m using black, pumpkin and white as the colors for this. I’m a little obsessed with crocheting right now. I have always identified myself as a knitter/embroiderer but crocheting is so much easier to carry. And I’m also obsessed with making humongous blankets. Also on my things to accomplish, make a white and black checkerboard granny square blanket. I think this is way cooler in my head but I don’t care. I finished my scrap yarn granny square blanket and it looks good. I also have a set of pillowcases that I’ve been embroidering that’s been taking forever and that’s still on the agenda.

Last night I went and paid my rent. My upstairs neighbors with the kids moved in August and I have been neighbor-less since then. My landlady told me that there had been some nibbles but one had dogs and the other had a bunch of kids. Then she said “no, I’ll be nice to Megan this time”. I had to laugh. I mentioned that the kids liked to run and it annoyed me mildly and the ones before…..well, not a good situation. Two bedroom apartment and they had 23 people in there when there were supposed to be only four. I didn’t feel very safe with these people upstairs. But I told her I was leaving and she was almost more excited for me than I was for me.

I’ve been breaking out lately and I can’t control it. I’ve never had much trouble with acne until after college. I think that’s because I’ve gained a bunch of weight since then. So does anyone have a solution for me?

Class Time Story Time.


I’m much calmer than I was yesterday, I promise.

I’ve run out of a lot of stories during past story times but I still have a few in me. These probably won’t be my greatest stories but I wanted something light for this post.

It’s Halloween and I don’t have a kids event at work……I don’t know if you guys realize this but I’m super excited about it. Kids events are so much more work. Being that it’s the Halloween season, I checked out the audio book versions of Frankenstein and Dracula. I read both books and Sense and Sensibility in British Literature 2 in college during the spring semester of my sophomore year (this is also the class where I announced the meaning of The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner was don’t shoot the bird. That teacher wanted to throw stuff me on a regular basis) and I sat next to this woman named Joy in that class. It was spring semester, did you get that? Well Joy didn’t like that we were reading scary stories because she is scared easily by stories. We started reading Dracula and we were discussing it and she announced that she was not reading this after the sun went down because it creeped her out so much.

To continue with the classmate stories, we’re going to talk about high school. Because we were entertaining. We had 21 kids in my class, so when I said I was in the top 10 in my class, not saying much. I mentioned this before briefly but we had class prophesies and we didn’t do the normal “most likely to succeed”. We were to legit. I was most likely to write a book. There was also most likely to get married first, most likely to save a child’s life, most likely to cut Keith Urban’s hair, most likely to be a priest on a Harley, most likely to be in the NBA, most likely to live IN the sea and the most likely to break every bone in their body. So that’s a little insight to how we think.

We were a relatively close class and we helped each other out, sometimes with homework. Our senior year we had 2 required classes, an English class and a government class. Government was right after noon hour and we all forgot that we had a worksheet due one day. So we all grab our books head to the gym and sat across the stage and started “helping” each other out on it. The teacher of the class walked in and we all slammed our books shut and being that it was in the gym, it echoed a little a bit and there were like 15 of us doing this. As you can tell, we were also very subtle.

Next couple stories revolve around one guy. Our junior year we were sitting around after class one day because we were busy not doing our homework and the boys had a basketball games and I pointed out that all the guys had the same pants but different shades of brown. This guy turns around and says “That’s because we can’t walk around in cute, little red skirts”, the immediate reply by one of the girls, “Well, you could, but it would look a little funny”.

We were sitting in government on day, everything happens in government/history class. We were actually working on an assignment and we always gave each other shit. This particular day we were giving this guy crap and we asked him if he had anything to share and he stopped and looked up and said “I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico” not what we were looking for or what we were insinuating.

During graduation we had real roses. Girls had long stem roses to carry and boys had boutonnieres. Our valedictorian, a guy, got up to give his speech. I’ve known this guy for years, our dads went to high school with each other, we rode the bus together, we practically dated in the first grade. We knew each other. So he’s doing his speech and you can tell he’s tearing up and he turns toward us and goes, damn allergies. He doesn’t have allergies so we laughed at him. Our English teacher wrote us a class poem and the girl who sat next to this guy gets up to read it and announces that this guy and her had a $2 bet about who would cry and he just lost. So she’s reading and she starts crying and she looks back at him and shakes her head and he stands up and starts clapping because they both lost the bet and he didn’t have to pay her $2.

We were also horrible people. We had this guy in our class and one time in algebra he was being stupid and his best friend counted to 3, that was our freshman year, (first time was perfectly done) and we did it until graduation. We altered this a little bit at graduation. Our junior year we had an exchange student from Sweden and she was a fan of tying sweaters around her shoulders. She was also terrified by box elder bugs. We have a lot of box elder bugs around here and they are less than harmless. So we were sitting in history class one day (again everything happens in history) and the teacher’s lecturing and I sat kiddy corner from this exchange student and the girl who sat behind her leans forward and tells her that there’s a box elder bug on her sweater. The poor girl screams and throws her sweater across the room. Us, who knew what was going on, were in mad laugher and the teacher was obviously not in the loop and asked her what was going on. Obviously nothing because she was super embarrassed. Again, we were horrible people.

Again, not my best stories, I’m running out, but it’s a post and an insight to my life. Happy Halloween!

Topic Change


It’s been a random week so I’ll be doing topic changes in this post to keep everyone informed. I’ll let you know when I change subjects.

TOPIC CHANGE:Yesterday was an interesting day. I went to the doctor. I accidentally put a piece of glass in my foot on Sunday and I went in today. They tried to take it out and we think we got it but if not, they told me it would fester out in like a month or so. Then they reprimanded me for not coming in earlier. I didn’t want to. I wanted to get this glass out myself. I can’t help that I’m an independent person. If I don’t have to go to the doctor, I don’t. Yesterday was the first time I’ve been to the doctor since spring break of my senior year of college.

TOPIC CHANGE: I had my interview to teach over seas yesterday. I think I’m more nervous about the situation now than I was 2 days ago. I realized yesterday that this is a bigger decision than just a change of job. I haven’t talked much about this but I’ve applied to a Christian organization to teach over in the Czech Republic for a year. I’m all for this idea. I’m at a point right now where I’m ready to transition to another job, I’m single and it would be a great opportunity. Reasons I wouldn’t want to go: it’s scary and it’s far away from the family. With how young the kids are, I’d miss a lot of their lives. I want to be a part of their lives. But I’d kick myself if I didn’t at least apply for this program. With technology I can still be a part of the kids’ lives. At the same time, I’m kind of excited because this chance doesn’t come around all the time. I asked my sister how she felt about it when I first brought it up and she was okay with it because of the experience but was worried about the Russian mob or getting raped. I’m not as worried about it. I know when to keep my head down and when not to go somewhere by myself.

TOPIC CHANGE: I think I’ve said it before but Paleontologists get on my nerves just a little. Ninety four percent of the paleos I’ve met are a little full of themselves. that 94% makes me want to run out of the room and puke or stay and puke on their hiking boots. We have this paleo professor that showed up today and he might be in the 6% that might be decent. But who am I to judge. I know I’m a little harsh but I can’t help it. I’m an English major with a disdain for paleontologists. I can’t even say I dislike them for being dirty because I’m a farm kid and I was dirty most of my childhood.

TOPIC CHANGE: I’ve been tired a lot lately and it’s because I choose to get too much sleep. Yes, that’s right, too much sleep. I didn’t think it true, but obviously, there is such a thing as too much sleep and I’m getting it and it’s making me tired. While I’m thinking about it, I started working out, which leads me to going to sleep early. That’s my excuse.

TOPIC CHANGE: I feel bad I haven’t had a good post lately. I haven’t ranted, I haven’t done much in the way of books, nothing. I apologize. I’ll try to bust one out soon.