Girls who pretend to like hockey

So it's playoff season, and the city is all a-twitter with hockey excitement. Just the perfect time for the pseudo-hockey fans to come out of the woodwork. They are easy to spot at the bar, in their just-purchased team t-shirt, often that awful pink girlie one, to remind you "I like hockey. But I'm still a girl. Tee-hee." They chat throughout the whole game, looking uninterested, until a goal is scored- then they cheer like their lives depended on it, and try to catch the eyes of the guys around them. I have friends like this-- a game is on during the week, and they are clueless. They call me in the middle of overtime to chat. They don't know who won what game, or who scored a hat trick the night before. Yet, on Friday night, they are insistent on finding the best spot in town to watch the game, and they are talking to guys about how much they loooooove our team, spitting out facts that I told them earlier that night.

I know that the playoffs are good in getting new fans into the game, and that people are often eager to learn more about a popular sport-- and that's fine. But I just resent the pseudo-cache that people throw around, as though they are the "original" fans. There's nothing wrong with being a bandwagoner... just don't pretend to be otherwise.

Assumptions

I am back ladies and gents! Work has been busy and is only about to get more hectic the next two weeks so, but I was finally able to put together a post for you:

Assumptions, we all make them, I know I have. That is something I have tried to work on, to not assume things about people. What has brought on this topic you might ask? Assumptions just came up in a topic of discussion and making judgments before you get to know someone. I must honestly say it brought up something that people have said to me about me before they got to know me. I can't say that I have never judged or assumed something about someone because I have but I try to always have an open mind about the people in my life. I like to believe that everyone in my life is there for a reason and to teach me something about life and myself. I know that is corny and maybe some of you gagged a little when I said that but I honestly do feel that way.

Some assumptions i have been made aware of:

"I thought you were a know it all and cocky" I know that sometimes I can come off cocky because of my sarcastic humor which a lot of my friends have gotten used to. But I am in no means a know it all. I am proud of my education, and I love to learn. I don't think a know it all likes to learn new things or enjoy watching someone do something they know nothing of. that is how I am. I am captivated by people that are handy. There is something great about what people work and build things. This is not the worst assumption that I have had come across my plate.

"I thought you were a slut" Yep this one stings. As most of my friends know and are 95% of my reading audience, I am far from a slut. I can actually be borderline prudish. I often think it is because it does not bother me to talk laugh and discuss sex. Apparently being willing to talk about something and be open to discussing wants and needs makes me a slut. Yeah this assumption crawls right up under my skin and bothers me. There is nothing worse than someone telling you that they thought you were loose. I mean what gives anyone the right to judge someone in that manner is beyond me.

"You are high maintenance" Well some times I can be but not in the ways that people think. I do not demand to have designer things or to have someone constantly buying me things or paying attention to me. I am high maintenance in terms of respect. I have been working every since I was legally able to so I can buy things for myself and it doesn't have to be the most expensive item. Give me a nice cheap pair of sweat pants and a tshirt and you will find me on my couch reading or watching some tv. I don't get any easier than that.

No these aren't the only assumptions I have get, I often get the dumb blonde thing. Well yes sometimes I can be ditzy or dumb or even dim but we all have our moments! I guess the point I am trying to make is don't assume anything about anyone. It reminds me of the statement, don't judge a book by its cover. Don't judge me by my cover because chances are I might surprise you! I may seem like I am a dim loose blonde girl but I am really just a woman who just likes to hang out with my friends or just have a quiet night in.

There is no way to over come assumptions other than hoping the person that had those assumptions changes there mind when they get to know you. I am pleased to say that most of the folks in my life will tell you that they were wrong about me. One of my best friends will tell you that he hated me when he met me, 5 years later we are still great friends and I have watched him get married and start a new exciting chapter. Don't judge me by my cover at least read a few chapters to see what I am really like, you might discover something interesting.


Till Next Time!
Meg

I Am

I am timid
And I am oversensitive
I am a lioness
I am tired and defensive
You take me in your arms
And I fold into you
I have insecurities
You show me I am beautiful

Love me or leave me just take it or leave it
It's not that I'm needy just need you to see me
Take me, free me, see through to the core of me
Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending

I am temperamental
And I have imperfections
And I am emotional
I am unpredictable
I am naked
I am vulnerable
I am a woman
I am opening up to you

Love me or leave me, just take it or leave it
It's not that I'm needy, just need you to see me
Take me, free me, see through to the core of me
Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending

Now I stand before you with my heart in my hands
I'm asking you to take me just the way that I am

Please lay down your arms
Do you know me?
Make me feel safe from harm

Oh just take me, free me, see through to the core of me
Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending

I am temperamental
And I have imperfections
And I am emotional
There'll be no more pretending

Love

Love is a funny thing, maybe because love is something that is a little bit different to every person. I am not going to claim to be an authority on love, because certainly I am not one. I have always felt that we learn about love from those around us and from what we feel deep down inside. Love is a tricky thing and many other things can disguise themselves as love. Yes I have been in love and it was a painful experience that I would not trade for anything in the world. That experience taught me what love should and shouldn't be. My parents have been a great example of how it isn't just about love, there is so much more than that. Love will not carry you through the hard times. It is knowing that person through and through, and knowing that no matter what that person will be there to walk through it with you. Now love is the foundation which everything is built. But it is through love that you will want to grow and change together even though you might grow and change in different ways. Now I know that some people may be reading this saying that I have no idea what I am talking about because I am not married nor am I currently in a committed relationship. But I have been stumbling through the whole dating thing for awhile so I do have some idea.

My mother told me on more than one occasion that I love too much or too hard some might say. I must say that I agree, I love everyone in my life that I am close with and along comes with that high expectations. With high expectations there is no where to go but to be let down. I am not saying that my friends let me down because that is not the case, what I am saying is that I break easily. I am much more fragile than I let on, I reserve a lot of those moments for behind close doors. Having been the strong one for so long it is hard to let people down in that area. My mother was also right about every single person i dated, there is something to be said for what your parents or family have to say about the person you are dating. i am not saying they are the finally authority, but sometimes parents just know. My dad often says I need someone who is not afraid to tell me to shut up, because as you can see from my blog I talk a little too much. Doesn't my father sound so encouraging haha he is great and hilarious!

As a girl though I have had to over come the romantic comedy idea of love. I mean don't get me wrong I love a good rom com but they are terrible for setting the bar to high for men. There is no way some guy is going to be able to fulfill everything that a rom com sets up in our minds, it is terribly wrong. Relationships are not all warm and fuzzy. There are arguments and misunderstandings but to me it is the knowing that you can get past it because that person is your best friend. To me at least I feel there needs to be some level of this person is my best friend. The person that you feel that you can tell everything and won't judge you and maybe will just chuckle at your misfortune a little. Lets be honest we all need a little laughter and I of all people need someone who will laugh at my misfortunes because they get pretty hysterical.

How do you know if you have been in love, well it is something that you can't really describe. If ever asked the question have you been in love, it is a yes or no answer if you have to think about it then well it wasn't love. Love isn't always instant, sometimes love blooms from something years in the making. That does not mean I don't believe in love in first sight some people certainly find this. In my mind when you get to know someone is when you can start loving them when you get to know what their favorite things are or what annoys you about them. It's the little things to me that love comes from. It's being able to tell when someone has had a bad day or to just go and give that person a hug because words are not needed. For me it is not asking the person I am with to give up the things they love. You want to go do something or go to the movies with the boys well then go and do it have a good time.

Some of my friends have found their matches and I am thrilled for them it is great to see that light in their eyes or to listen to them talk about that person. One of my very good friends is getting married this weekend in Florida and I am terribly upset that I am going to miss it. She is a person that I just clicked with instantly and we just understood one another. She is my LL and I wish her and her future hubby to be all the love in the world!

Love is hard work but it is fun to stumble through it with that one person!

I know I was a tad sappy and cynical but recents events with people close to me have forced me to sit down and really think about what love is to me and what I want out of love not only for myself but from anyone that I am dating.

Till Next Time!
Meg

Work

Sorry for the gap in posting I have hit the fall busy time for me! On that theme though something that really digs under my skin is peoples ambivalence towards my job. I love my job, I love the work and I love the people I work with. I will never name the company or what we do because there is a certain anonymity that should be kept. I do work in meetings though. What I do not appreciate is peoples inability to realize how hard I work or how hard my job can be.

It seems that a lot of people in my life seem to think that I do fluff work and that they could easily do my job. This hurts me because I have worked hard to be where I am today and I am still working hard to move forward and grow in my industry. I wish the nay sayers would walk a day in my shoes. It is hard to have to spend 5 days and constantly be on when I am at a meeting. What do I mean by this is that I am working 12 hour days and I do not have the ability to not smile or appear to feel like crap when sick. Even when the work day is over I am not done working because I am surrounded 24/7 by clients and I must always appear to be on my game. Now it might sound like I do not like my job but that is not that case. I love being able to meet my clients and be surrounded by the madness but it takes a certain personality to do this. This past conference was hard because I had a cold and it is hard to appear happy or perky when you feel like death but you just work through it. I guess the thing that weighs on my mind is when people say wow your job cant be that hard. Well guess what folks I have my downtime which can be a month or two at a time but when I have 5 meetings within three months there is no downtime, there is only working all day long and the distinct possibility of working all night as well. When we are busy we are all working hard. I love my bosses because they put in insane hours and I admire that they have been doing this job for so long and still love it. They give me the strength and the guidance to keep going but also tell me when I need to slow down and take a day to get better.

I guess all I want is the people in my life to say you know what you do work hard, I am sorry I think that your job is just fluff. I am not trying to say that my job is any harder than everyone else because I know that is not the case. All I want is some recognition that my job actually requires some skill and to not hear well you work in meetings that is just the fun stuff right? It's not trust me but all I want is a little respect. I try to give respect to everyone and what they do because a quarter of the time I know that I could probably not do their job. So all I ask is that people extend the same courtesy to me.

Sorry for the rant but after working two weeks straight I am sleep deprived and sick. I am off to bed and I promise a much more fun and upbeat posting tomorrow!

Till next time!
Meg

Sad to see Summer go!

Happy Monday, I hope everyone had a great weekend!! I myself had a good weekend of hanging out with one of my very favorite people on friday night and having some great laughs! Nothing beats being told that my booty is my most marketable quality that my face is cute but it's all about the booty hahaha! I heart my boys cause they will put me in my place then make me laugh my pants off! Being able to go to the baseball game on Saturday with some pretty awesome company and actually seeing the Nationals win was a bonus this weekend! And of course in between those times I was trying to beat the multitude of computer games that I have on my pc. Yes I am a bit of a nerd when it comes to my computer games. Don't judge me! I have beaten the adventure levels of my Plants and Zombies and I am now working through the puzzles and mini-games. Plus what is sexier than a girl that games a bit!! Cause then I can't judge anyone else for gaming! and I don't mostly because I grew up with my best friend and his brothers playing every video game under the sun on all of the gaming platforms because they own every single on. Wow that was one heck of a ramble!

I am sad to see the summer going. I love summer time the trips being able to see friends that are putting themselves through school during the year. I guess part of me is sad as well because work will start to pick up in the fall and then not slow down until june. Summer time is when I can slow down and just relax and be with all my friends that just make me laugh and chuckle. Summer time was just the cure of the madness of spring conferences that I went through this year. Have any fun summertime memories! I have a ton and I would not trade them for anything in world. I had a blast this summer and met some awesome people that did not mind that I am a bit quirky and goofy. I have also been able to get back into my fighting shape and it is nice that the people around me have taken notice of all my hard work :) I am hoping to keep the good times rolling all year long this year since October will be my year anniversary at work and I am so excited to be there. It has been a year of healing from the whirlwind that my life has gone through in the past two years. This summer I let my hair down and just let life happen and I enjoyed it. Sure I had some ups and downs but if there is anything I pride myself in it is rolling with the punches and just learning to be happy.

I am excited to be heading home for labor day weekend and I wish I could take my friends home with me so that they could experience the fun that is a family weekend! What more could you want than built in entertainment. 90% of the time i think my family could be its own sitcom. Well mostly because of the banter that i create with my family and my Dad is hilarious! I would say everyone in my family is normal except for me cause I am a bit wacky like my mother was! but I rang in the summer with my family and I am going to take summer out with my family. Hopefully this time there will not be any trips to the hospital. Though I do make a hospital trip fun....if you haven't noticed I am a smartass! I hope everyone has awesome plans for the weekend if not come up and find me in the dub-c and I will show everyone a good time!!

Till next Time!
Meg

Friday Ramblings

Sorry everyone that I did not write yesterday when I said I was going to. I got caught up at work till later than I expected and then went for a much later run. Not getting back in the door until 8:50 will tucker me out. So let me explain a little bit about the topic I am going to ramble on about today. As you can tell I am a female. I am cute, but by no means super model or celebrity hot. I do get my fair share advances, not that I appreciate most of them. Some are nice but most are just creepy and gross. Well gentlemen, I often wonder what goes through your head when you try to use a pick up line or something else that you think is going to make us ladies swoon. 9 times out of 10 we are going to think you are an idiot. Just be yourself and start a conversation, this we are more likely to respond to!

Okay now that I have made that point let me make this one. As I have said I do not like to work out, I do it because I eat things like 5 guys for lunch and I would like to be able to eat a nice dinner and not gain ten pounds from the day. Well when I am out running I do not delude myself into the thought that I look sexy. All my wiggly bits are jiggling all over the place when I run and I get red in the face and sweaty. I am not one of those girls that glows, sorry men but I am not that fortunate I sweat and its gross yes. So I often find it strange and awkward when I get catcalls and things yelled at me when I run. Someone please explain it to me because all it does is scare the crap out me, which has resulted in me running with pepper spray a good portion of the time. I mean last night I was out and a two Hispanic men are walking home and the one attempts to get super close to me and is saying some really foul things in Spanish. I mean come on! Probably not to his knowledge, I did know what he was saying and no it is not safe for me to post here what he said and yes I can responded back saying some pretty choice words myself. What I do not get is where in his right mind he thought that was appropriate?! I mean he probably wasn’t thinking cause as the statement goes when the lower head is working the top one shuts off. Sorry guys but I am on good authority to say this since many of my very good male friends have confirmed this for me!

So have you gotten where I am going with this yet. What I am trying to say is if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything. For the sanity and the patience of all the women out there if you are going to say something gross keep to yourself. And please please don’t try to speak your mind when all my bits and nibbles are wiggling all over the place, my fat and me will thank you for keeping it in! Please guys just be yourself and do what comes natural to you. If acting like an ass comes natural to you, I am sorry, but I am sure you will find someone who will take you up on your offer. Or you will just get your ass kicked, I tend to bet on this one because most girls go out on the town with at least one or two guys that could beat some ass if they need to. I know I have about 5 or 6 guys that could do that and boy do I love them. Do you hear that male friends of mine, you are the best!!! I know this post is a little random today but I just found myself so disturbed after last nights encounter that I felt y’all needed a little chuckle at my expense. I mean what is funnier than picturing all 5’6 of me running along sweating and then having some little Mexican approach me saying all sorts of dirty things. I mean if you know me personally I am sure you can imagine what my face looked like and even better what my response was!

Well I hope everyone has a great weekend! I am looking forward to hopefully seeing all of my friends this weekend since I am in town!

:)

Till next time!

Meg

A Woman Should...

here is a good quote for all the ladies out there. I promise I will do a full post later today! ~Meg


"A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her
dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black
lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who
lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone
else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a
recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
HOW TO QUIT A JOB,
BREAK UP WITH A LOVER,
AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't
take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year..."
— Pamela Redmond Satran

Sleepy Blonde

Phew it has been quite the week! I have been working hard and then coming home and crashing hard. How do I crash? I generally involves me maybe getting changed or just staying in my work clothes until I get hungry and I am forced to get up. But I am a closet gamer. And I am not what most would consider a true gamer to be. I have been playing computer games since I was little. I can have the best intentions of coming back to the apartment getting changed and heading to the gym and then I end up sitting down and starting a game and by the time I know its 8pm and there is just no point in going to the gym at that hour, so what do I do? i nourish myself get changed and then head back to play on my computer. But alas these past couple of days i have had the mental capacity of a pea and have only managed to hover in a 5 foot radius of my computer!

Well that is not exactly true I have written two small chapters of a little side project that I am working on. Something I am sure no one will read or want to read but heck I am having some fun with it. But everything has either been done from the absolute comfort of my couch or my bed. Yep I am that awesome that is how I roll. With it being so late in the evening I think I am going to take myself to bed and flip on the tv and fall asleep. I love sleep timers! Takes me back to college and Laura and i falling asleep to the nanny and golden girls. Yep judge me for my poor tv show choices, I don't care, cause those shows are hysterical!!!

I promise I will have more enlightening things to write tomorrow and friday. I will not be lame and tell you how tired and lazy I am being! I hope everyone had a good hump day!!

Till next Time!
Meg

Open Book

I am pretty much an open book. As you have seen with this blog I do not hold much back. Which is probably to the humiliation of my family. And by family I mean my sister since she has let me know that she occasionally reads the blog. Which means I might have to hold back a little bit of dirt on her. I know no fair right! But she is 7 years older then me, which I never let her forget and she still hits hard. Well I know I am a grown woman but I bruise easily, so if she and I got into a fight people might start to worry because I would be a walking bruise! I mean I woke up this morning with a bruise on my leg probably a little bit bigger than a half dollar and I had no idea how I did it. I am a klutz and I probably bumped into something but then again I am blonde so I could have had one of my moments!

But alas on to why I am on the topic of me being an open book. One of my friends asked me tell me something I don't know about you. Well this is hard and perplexing statement for me. A statement like this will often result in my starring at the wall for a bit and blinking blankly. Well I am an open book and most of my friends know 99.5% of everything about me. They know the good the bad and the ugly. Why do I share you might ask well it is a comfort that my friends know all about me and still want to be my friend. I mean of course there are things that are only shared with what I affectionately call my inner circle and somethings you just need to keep for yourself. Of course when it comes to potential suitors as my mother would say you need to let them see what they are going to get that way you don't scare them. Then again my mother would always take my ex's side when a break up would happen. The response would often be well what did you do to screw it up. And well I often do have foot in mouth syndrome so, that could totally have been the case but whats done is done, and I don't sweat the small stuff!

But how does one answer the question tell me something I don't know about you!?!? I pretty much lay all my cards on the table with my friends so to be approached by that question scares me. My poor friend probably thought I was having a stroke because I just sat there blinking at her until she laughed. Thank goodness laughter that I can work with! Then it dawned on me, pageants! I told her well I have a secret love for watching pageants on TV, and by that I mean Miss America, Miss USA and Miss Universe. Yep go on and judge me right now, it's okay I will take a minute to feel your self respect for me dwindle a little. I don't watch pageants because I am a fan of pageants, I watch them to give myself motivation for the gym and for the wonderfully terrible pageant dresses. I was on the phone with someone during Miss Universe last night and I am pretty sure that this individual is now hooked on pageant's. Either that or my color commentary got her hooked cause lets be honest folks I am funny. Well not all the time but occasionally I am funny. What I loved about my friend was that she was shocked that I enjoyed watching this and said she never would have guessed. Her statement to me was you never cease to amaze and surprise me.

I guess that is good that I continue to keep people on their toes. Isn't that fun to be someone who can constantly pull a rabbit out of their hat! Well I am not that cocky, deep down I am boring and really not that interesting. Give me a night in some good company, food and movie or TV and I am one happy girl. I crave the simple things in life, and some stability. I am not meaning to say that I am unstable, just that it is nice to have that moment when I am not juggling too many balls in the air and i can just let them all drop and hang(yep i realize that sounds sexual). But as i say to many people in my life go ahead and ask me I don't have anything to hide. Don't hide who you are from the people you care about because they care about you and no matter what you might say they will love you for the person who you are and the person you can be! That is the faith that I have in the people that I surround myself with!

And readers I hope you have that faith in me!

Till Next Time!
Meg

Vacation

So it is Monday and I am back to work. I could have gone for another week of vacation but who really wants to come back to work after a week of relaxation and not worrying about anything! I love the beach perhaps a little too much. We had only one rainy day the whole week which was super lucky considering what the forecast looked like when we got down there. I of course am a beach bum, I get up and run, get the paper for my dad and then hang for an hour then I am down at the beach. I find the spot and plop my butt down and soak in the sun and laze back off to sleep. My father is not a huge beach person. I mean he loves going but he gets on around 12:30/1 and then is off around 4 or so. This is totally fine and never bothers me and hence why with friends when they do not want to be on the beach for hours on end I am not offended because I am used to it. We had the same family on the first floor again, which is great because they are super nice and the kids are sooo freaking adorable!! I am jealous though because they are down for three weeks! I would love to be at the beach for 3 weeks, the being lazy and getting up when I want not having to rush and cook if I have to cook at all! That sounds like the life right?!?!

I am super proud of myself for not getting sunburned the whole week. Well minus one little line above the top of my bikini bottom but oh well. I think my father is getting used to my belly button ring even though I have had for 8 years. Then again it could be the whole bearing my body and having people ogle at me thing too. But I can’t help that I am a blonde girl with a booty, people are going to look! That and I have that super sexy sun kissed look. I am not cocky much am I?!?! My sister pounded through about 5 books this week, I finished only 2 and one I had practically done before I even got to the beach. I spent most of my time falling asleep or playing with Alex. He whopped my butt in paddle ball all week but he also cheats terribly! Which is probably my fault and a genetic condition since I am a serial cheater when it comes to games! You gotta watch out for me because I’ll get ya! The only sad thing for me was I think Alex has finally gotten too big to bury in the sand because he did not want to do that this year. This was after my sister and I came up with the brilliant idea to bury him as a shark about to eat his head! How awesome would that have been!! But oh well I guess I will just have to wait until I have kids to bury them as obnoxious animals in the sand!

We were a pretty lazy family all week, which is what I needed. I seriously needed to recharge my batteries, and I think I am going to need that in December as well after all these meetings! The only day that was spent moving around was Wednesday with the arrival of my aunt of the day and my father having to work from the beach house the rest of us were out and about exploring the island. We stumbled upon a viking village which has these little shops and a fish market. Now I enjoy seafood but that smell killed me. I thought I was going to throw up on my toes, and I do not have an easy gag reflex. Guys you can stop giggling now ya sickos! I have a very sensitive nose and that fishy smell got to me almost as bad as any candle or beauty store in the mall. I shudder to even think about yankee candle in the mall or worse Abercrombie which you can smell even half way across the mall! But I digress, as most people know I do not love to shop, so a whole day of it is going to wear me out! Phew Though the find of the week is a little sign that says: If you think I am a Bitch you should meet my sister! My sister and I both got one since it is hysterical and absolutely true. I just like to think that people think I am bitch because I speak my mind and I am super direct. I am the type of person where if you think I am mad at you chances are you are correct. Okay back on topic!

We did go out on Friday night for our annual family mini golf expedition. Alex had no problem that he was gunning for me and planned on taking me down. Well in my mind my two year championship still reigns supreme because no one grabbed the score keeping card and the winner was the person who had the most holes in one on the course. This is very hard to accomplish since they just redid the course. However my sister and alex managed to both get one so they were the “winners” pish. And no I am not a sore loser, nor do I think I would have won when it came down to strokes since I got a deformed club. Yep that’s right I am blaming my poor performance on my midget club! We followed it up with some ice cream and going home to sit like lumps on a log before I started to tear through the house packing things up. Why must you ask did I do that on Friday night, well it is because I do not like to get up early! I am not a morning person nor will I ever be I am a nightowl, so I would rather pack up what I can at night sleep to the last possible minute and then check out. The week flew by and I was not ready for it to end, I mean becoming a housewife and relocating the kids to the beach every summer sounds like a plan to me! Well till next year's beachy goodness!

Well it is back to the real world and the real world grind for me! I hope everyone had a fantastic week!

Till next Time!

Meg

Rest in Peace

I got word last night that one of my mentors passed away Mr. Hay. Mr. Hay coached me when I was younger at the West Chester YMCA and then again at Upper Villa with his wife when we got a swim coach there. Mr. Hay was an amazing coach both techincally in helping me with my stroke but also motivationally. I will never forget what he said to us one day that you should never say you owe everything to your coach that they are just one person who has helped you to were you are, but really you should thank yourself because it is yourself that has gotten yourself to where you are. Mr Hay was an exceptional athelete but even more than that he was an exceptional person. I am saddened by the loss of someone who had such a positive impact on my career as a swimmer and also who helped shape everyone who he coached as a person as well. The lesssons that we learned from him on and off the field or in and out of the pool were also lessons that we have appiled in our lives as adults. It is only fitting that he is going to be honored by being inducted into the Chester County Sports Hall of Fame.

He was a great man and will go on to live forever in the hearts of his family, who I have had to pleasure to know and swim with but also in the hearts of the lives of each person who knew him.

A Toast to you Mr. Hay, hopefully you are having a drink with my mom up in heaven!!

An article about Mr. Hay: www.dailylocal.com/articles/2010/08/16/sports/srv0000009111647.txt

Till next time!
Meg

Friday!

Happy Friday everyone! Watch out for those black cats and the such as it is Friday the 13th. Which i never really considered to be a bad day. 13 was always my softball number so I never really considered it unlucky. However, I do not have too much to blog about today as I am getting ready to leave to head up to go to the shore ya!!! So I would not expect a blog posting from me until the 23rd. Now if it is rainy one day you may catch me on here blogging so watch out! I am good at this thing called keeping people coming back for more. Though i like to delude myself into thinking that it is my natural charm and beauty that does that for me. I am not cocky merely confident haha i jest though. I hope everyone has a great weekend and a non-eventful week!

See you soon!
Megs

Speechless

I know it is hard for me to admit but I am speechless. I have a ton of things floating around in my head but I can’t seem to make heads or tails of any of it. So for one of the very few times in my life I am quiet and do not have much to say. Anyone who knows me and reads this blog for shits and giggles knows I talk too much. Yes I can talk and I even kissed the Blarney Stone making this affliction even worse! But boy can I talk about anything and everything. I may not have an opinion on everything but I am sure I can make conversation out of it somehow. This is not to say I am not a good listener, because I can be one, my talking is just my nervous tick I guess besides picking at my fingers. Thank goodness for most of my friends just knowing to tell me when to shut up should I babble on for too long. But today I do not need help with that task. Perhaps I just need a hug and someone to say you can do it, just grab for the brass ring and you will get it!

Quote: Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that

Till Next Time!

Megs

One Day at a Time

Training has begun! Again this year I am participating in the PanCan 5k Fun Run/Walk. I stumbled upon this run last year after I saw in it in one of the PanCan newsletters I get. What is PanCan you may be asking. Well PanCan is the Pancreatic Cancer non-profit that I regularly support, I support this organization not only for my mom who lost her battle with the disease but for many other people who have beat this type of cancer. I also have had work experience that introduced me to many of the non-profit groups that exist for almost every cancer and condition out there. Now I am sorry I am off topic again, though that is probably not shocking is it!

All of my friends know that I am not a runner. In fact I look like a penguin with a stick shoved up its bum when I run. This is something that my own father can confirm, because trust me I heard about how bad of a runner I was during my softball years. I blame it on my bum, it holds me back! My bum such a blessing and a curse, but hey if you got it flaunt it right? I have started trying to build up to that 3.11 miles that makes up a 5k. Now many people have told me I could probably just run it without any training. But little do these people know that thinking about running over a mile strikes fear into my heart, and I start to get my nervous sweat on. I do not even look like a runner, I am not lean and mean like most runners are, I am built from my swimming years. I am most comfortable in water anyways that and my incredible ability to float….my bum is my flotation device :) My sister was the runner, and now my nephew is too. Actually I am pretty sure that my nephew could beat me in running a mile which is sooo sad because he is 10. But alas I am giving myself 3 months to get myself into fighting shape for this which hopefully will result in shedding the remaining 15 pounds that I have been trying to get off for the past 6 months.

I have begun equipping myself with the right materials as well. I just got awesome new running shoes that are super comfy and do not make me feel like I have just run 26 miles when it has only been 2. I am slowly replacing all of my gross workout gear with new sleeker workout clothes. I have recently discovered the joy of compression shorts. Not only do they make my bum look fabulous but they are super comfortable and do not make me feel like a stuffed sausage! Though note to self working out in hot pink compression shorts at the office gym and having a coworker(who is a director) come down to get something out of the locker room will result in me turning the color of my shorts and will result in the coworker trying to avoid all eye contact with me. Yes folks it was that mortifying and hilarious all at the same time. I wasn’t sure after he left to laugh or continue with my dumbfounded look. Now many of you may be saying that I am bound to be seen by someone since it is the office gym. Well not really there are only two other coworkers who I know use the gym and I have worked out with both of these ladies before and I do not care what I wear in front of them. Again I am off topic!

But you would think with all my new stuff and it’s obvious that I work out that I would not need three months to train. Well folks I do and you want to know why I do need three months? It’s because I am LAZY. Yep lazy in every sense of the word, I do not like to work out, I hate the gym! However, I do have a very distinct love affair with food, so I must workout to balance out the fact that I eat so much. If I did not workout I would be huge as I am not one of those girls that can eat whatever she wants and not gain a pound. I am the exact opposite; as soon as I put food into my mouth my bum expands! So after this training I will be happy to see my abs again and hopefully I will not hibernate over the winter and put all this hard work to waste! Feel free to share type of training tips!!!

For a laugh today read this link! http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2010/8/6flick.html

Till next Time!

Meg

Shoes

This is what I came into this morning at work. Apparently the cleaning lady does not like me leaving my shoes under my desk all willy nilly!

Music

I had a friend comment recently on my bipolar music taste. And it’s true I cannot deny it! If you looked at my music library you would probably think that I have multiple personalities. However I have grown up around so many different types of music that I was just bound to be a bit eccentric. Let me give you a bit of background on what I mean. I am super close to my family if you haven’t gotten a hint of that already. I know you are saying duh and begging me to move on.

Well my mother the queen of bipolar music taste would listen to all sorts of classical, Broadway tunes, opera, oldies, and even the occasional Gregorian chant(I am not joking the cds are still in the house). It is from my mother that I gained my appreciation of classical music and Broadway show tunes. Often long card rides involved Sarah Brightman, a Jazz artist, and some YO-YO Ma. However I was able to influence my mother a bit when I got older, this was a very hard task as my mother was just stubborn as me if not maybe more. Rap is never an area that I have been able to get either one of my parents to like, so I consider it a lost cause and move on. My father on the other hand is a bit differently musically. I did Indian Princesses with my dad, which was sooo fun! I remember evening drives to camp grounds with Billy Joel, Neil Diamond, Barry Manilow, and Stevie Wonder on cassette because that was before CD players in cars. I mean Copacabana so doesn’t know that song or cringe at least a little when it comes on because I know that I do now. That was the music my dad listened to though, and god love him when I was 6 I thought it was great too! He has expanded is selection in the car rides to some Santana, Eric Clapton, Beach Boys, Elton John and others. However there is one cd that I wish I could hide, and erase from the iPod I got him. That would be John Denver, I mean we all love country roads and thank god I am a country boy. But please for the love of all, when that cd comes on I want to break out in hives and I swear I start bleeding from the ears. What I often beg for being the nerd that I am is for my dad to put on Kenny Loggins greatest hits. Don’t judge me its great! He did the Caddyshack theme song and pretty much all of Top Guns soundtrack!

Anyways on to my sister which deserves its very own paragraph. My sister is 7 years older than me and growing up we were super close except when we both went through our teenage years. Phew that was some type of bickering in our house. I idolized my sister when I was younger. She was skinny and pretty and I was convinced that somehow her Barbie’s were better than mine. That however is a whole other hilarious story that you will have to ask me about! But I grew up with the great 80s and 90s music coming from my sister. What does this include you might ask? New Kids on the Block, Whitney Houston(before Bobby and the crack), Mariah Carey(before she went crazy), Tiffany and many many others. And yes most of these were all on tape too, most of which I stole and ended up ruining. And oh gosh how could I forget Ace of Base!! As my sister grew up so did her musical taste and mine right along with her. In started rock music, oh the days of Y100 back home. Neither one of my parents really listened to this so it was a whole new world to me. It was from her I was introduced into Dave Matthews Band, Pearl Jam, Green Day, Beastie Boys and all the like. Now my sister and I tend to exist on the same plane of music floating between each genre like it is nothing strange. My poor nephew I am afraid we ruined him in the music area as well by listening to Simon and Garfunkel in the car and then flipping to Eminem or Britney Spears. However, right now he seems to be on the hip hop kick!

You might be wondering after this lengthy discussion of what my family listens to what is actually in my music library. Well there is a lot in my library but not only from the influence of my family but also from my ex’s. All of my ex's actually left me with was good music. So what you may find in my library is everything from Mozart’s the magic Flute opera, Adele, Britney Spears(don’t judge me it’s catchy), the soundtrack of Rent, Eminem, Ryan Adams, Blink 182, Alkaline Trio, Def Leppard, The Eagles, Etta James, Fall out Boy etc etc. Have you gotten an idea where I was going with all of this? I am a music whore so to speak. I love it singing to it, driving to it, dancing around to it, and whatever else. I have been singing since I was little and semi-professionally in choirs and the such since 3^rd grade. I have been playing the flute since 4^th grade pretty much until I graduated college, sadly I haven’t picked that up recently. I love music, and I have some many memories in my life where I can remember the song that was playing, though I feel like we all have those memories. It is great to sit back and be like oh gosh you remember this song what were we thinking by liking that! Music also allows me to act like the biggest dork out there just driving in my car somewhere and singing at the top of my lungs. My sister and I do this a lot together and it is great, sometimes my dad even breaks out into song. My mom used to be we also tried to beg her not to as she was semi-tone death. It was still fun regardless and sometimes I am sure my mother sang off key just to watch my sister and I cringe. It was the how much can I embarrass them factor. I am off tangent though.

Regardless, I love my bipolar music taste and I do not care if anyone laughs at me about any of the bands I have in my collection. Just know I would be a formidable opponent in a name this artist contest!

Till next Time!

Meg

Chivalry

Happy Monday everyone! I hope y’all had a good weekend! Onto my topic for today, chivalry this seems to be dead among most men today. Now I am not saying that all guys do not know how to treat and respect those around them. Because in my mind at the end of the day Chivalry is more than how you treat the women in your life but how you treat everyone around you. Now you must be wondering what has led me to this topic of discussion but I witnessed something that made me very sad on the metro this morning. I generally sit in on of the front seats a force of habit from where I used to get off for my previous job. This choice leaves me open to having to get up and surrender my seat to someone who may need it more than I. This is no big deal but I am sitting there looking through my metro paper, when the usual blind lady gets on the metro, she and I often end up sitting next to each other, and we used to get off at the same stop. Now mind you I am surrounded by perfectly capable men that are able to give up their seat. But no all of them suddenly have pressing things to do on their blackberries. This just makes me want to take their blackberries and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine. As I am getting up the gentlemen next to me gets up, no this man walks with a limp and often has a cane with him. I tell him no no I will get up and he politely looks at me and tells me to sit down because he knows I get off the train after him. Now that warmed my heart but dear gentlemen across the aisle from me that had nothing wrong with him get up off you arse next time and offer this woman and her service dog a seat.

I mean honestly folks what is wrong with men today! I just do not understand and I know not all men would do this as I have seen some jump up when they see someone who needs a seat more. However, this happens very rarely. I have once ridden all the way standing up with a visibly pregnant woman standing next to me the whole way. I mean gentlemen I know we fought for equality but that is not an excuse to start treating us badly. We are not asking for a lot guys, I am perfectly able to stand the whole way there or whole way home so it is not necessary to give me a seat, but please give the pregnant woman next to me a seat! I mean gentlemen think of it as your wife, would you want her to be standing?? Or your daughter, a best friend, your mother, would you want someone to give up their seat for someone like that. I guess people do not see that way it is just another stranger on the train. I know I might be nit-picking but there is just something so sad to me about that. Maybe I am making too much of this but it is just something I had to get off my chest for today. Thanks for putting up with my mini-rant!

Also feel free to let me know if you think I am wrong, I am always open to criticism. I am an easy going person it’s hard to me make mad with an opinion.

Till Next Time!

Meg

TGIF

Happy Friday everyone!! Friday’s always give me a little extra spring in my step. Though today I am tired and my spring is more like a slow crawl. However it is the weekend and I love just being able to lounge! Deep down I am like a sloth, I love to crawl from bed to my couch and just relax. Now granted its summer time which means I generally trade the couch for the pool but my summer has been unusually packed on the weekends resulting in some non pool action for me and being uncharacteristically not tan for this late in the game. Though I just have one full week before the shore and I couldn’t be more excited.

The sun the sand and some good quality time with the family. We know how to have a good time in my family. And any time spent with my nephew where I can act his age at the beach with him by jumping in the water or playing beach games makes me one very happy girl. Now thank goodness my nephew also knows when I need a break to just sit in my chair and veg with a book for a little bit. I am hoping he might get out on the road and run with me for a little bit since he has gotten into track. Why do I love running at the beach? Because it gives me a false sense of accomplishment since the island is flat, which means I can put in 5 miles and have it feel like 2 mmm mmm good. In general I just love the beach, some of my happiest memories are on that island. Walking to go get ice cream, the crazy pancake lady, riding my bike to the Acme, and boogie boarding. Now most of these things we still do, my nephew pretty much wants ice cream every night, so we walk down a lot for some milky goodness. Though I do not really boogie board anymore as no one in my family will boogie with me, tragic yes I know! I have recently ended my tragic losing streak when it comes to mini golf and have won two years in a row!! I have a sinking feeling that someone in the family is going to be gunning for me this year though, so I better watch my back. My sister and I always get out for evening and go window shopping and get elephant ears something we used to do with my mom but neither one of us have had the heart to not do it.

There is just something magical about this place I get so happy when we cross over the bridge and come onto the island, all of my worries melt away and I am just a worry free me. I always tell people you never really know the full me until you see me with my family or down at the beach with them. I don’t want to say I change because I do not think I do but it’s just another side to me. Mostly because I am on vacation and I can stay up late and sleep in. I can go out on the beach at midnight and just lay and look up at the stars or be a nerd with a bucket if it is low tide and search for shells. I have moved just into shell territory since my nephew has told me I am too old to dig for sand crabs. Those little suckers are so funny and they tickle your fingers!! It is the one week where I do not really have to cook, we mostly take things to use on the grill and I put my dad to work. My sister and I do resurrect the washing and drying duty, which generally results in some bickering haha. I think I just like to rile her up, I am the youngest so you know it’s my job!Ah the memories, I guess that is the best part the memories.

But in a week I will be at the shore and ladies and gentlemen it will be glorious. Cross your fingers and hope for some good weather!!!

Cheers!

Meg

Blonde and Proud of it!

Constantly I am having my blondeness called into question. This has nothing to do with my ability to act like a dumbass! I believe I would continue to do stupid shit regardless of my hair color. I am told that I have a quota of times I can blame something on the fact that I am blonde. Hey I mean come on it’s a convenient excuse! I like to blame my sometimes stupidity on my sister pushing me into a TV at a young age and giving me a concussion. But we won’t go into the constant family abuse be it physical or verbal. Like my sister breaking my arm, she didn’t really I just like to mess with her and say she pushed me off the swing. Are you sensing a pattern here?? But I jest, in my family we are just full of sarcastic humor that is often directed towards each other. Even my ten year old nephew is in on the game, which means he will only get better with age and that frightens me to my core! Not only will he eventually over take me in size and be able to exact physical revenge on me for tickling him to tears or hanging him upside, but he will be able to beat me at a game of wits and name calling! I will say I am not above bribery and the constant reminder that I am the fun one in the family, which I am sure, will only placate him till 16! Hopefully he will have discovered girls by then so he will forget about torturing me and torture my sister with going out on dates ha ha ha.

What I mean about having my blondeness called into question is that people are constantly asking me if I dye my hair! I guess I should take that statement as a compliment but I don’t. I am a natural blonde, yes my eyebrows are darker but hey that is just genetics and my genes fault for pulling the short straw on that one. There is nothing that makes me want to punch my friend L more when he looks at the top of my head and says the hairs are brown up there you can’t possibly be blonde. It is at this point I threaten to hit him and he moves on. It is summer time so right now I do not get too many questions about my hair color because my hair bleaches out to white blonde. This is a gift I love and hope never goes away! However, since I hit 13 probably my hair gets darker in the winter. I prefer to think I am a dirty blonde in the winter but more and more people are telling me my hair is brown. This sends me into convulsions! I love being blonde I can’t imagine dying my hair any color, though some of my more sadist friends threaten to dye my hair dark brown should I get unruly or too rambunctious.

When I go through the really you are blonde statement, I generally try to hold my twitch in and politely respond that I am my hair just gets a bit darker when I am not constantly out in the sun. What I am thinking though is do I possibly have the best of both worlds? I get to be a brunette and a blonde, all without the aid of chemicals! I mean first off I am not one to shell out 100 dollars to have someone to dye my hair. And could you even imagine me trying to dye my own hair! Hello catastrophe, I would probably end up dying my face or burning my eyes out! Which would make very funny table talk, but alas I do not have any interest in accidentally dying my eyeballs! More and more I just think that I have the best of both worlds And of course Blonde do have more fun, or maybe I just have more fun!

Till next time!

Meg