Saturday, December 31, 2011

A Fresh Start?

As we draw closer to another year's end, I like to reflect on the year that has passed.  It was a year filled with highs and lows.  The highs were expectional and the lows was expectionally bad.  It has been a year where I have met some of the best people I know and dug a little deeper and found out more about myself.  I love growing each year and finding out who I am underneath it all the layers.  Somethings, it's amazing the things that change and shape you as a human.  I am grateful for every experience, good or bad, this year has brought.  Every memory, scar, break in my heart is a reminder of the person I was and what it takes to be the person I am becoming.

2011 Recap
Joined a gym
Started going to Central Baptist Church

Dyed my hair red
Saw Blake Shelton with Allison and Mandy.  Ate at Skinny J's before and experienced the BEST fried pickles in Jonesboro.
Started attending Bobby Cole's Singles Lifegroup
Saw Andy Roddick play tennis.
Started dating Shannon (for the first time)
Went to a step class, once...never went back
Saw Chris Tomlin in Concert
Loar 20 pounds

Went to Winter Jam in Memphis
Celebrated a one month annivesary in Memphis
Went to a Grizzlies game
Took a spring break trip to Branson...bought my first Coach purse, went through a house of mirros, almost ran over a deer, never found the lake, and had a great time with my BFF

Shannon got attacked by a spider, spent a week or so in the hosptial.  I stayed there with him most of the days.  The chair was uncomfortable and he was sick, it was scary!!
Stalked Gary Allan---met his band and his dog, but not him (There's always this year!!)
Turned 25 :(
Had an awesome zebra cake made for me
Took the third and fourth graders to a Redbirds game for their field trip
Saw Andy Griggs in Paragould. Got his autograph
Got FREE Kenny Chesney Tickets and left with a free Kenny Chesney shirt (Allison got it) and a Billy Currington poster!
Got feathers put in my hair :)
Went to the danged River for the first time, and possibly the last
School ended
Broke up with Shannon
Got a new car, my dream car pretty much.  2011 Red Mustang
Saw The BACKSTREET BOYS in concert with New Kids On The Block.  Pretty much the best concert of the year!!
Experinced Spray tanning for the first time
 Went to the Beach with Allison. Had an amazine trip. Got in a fight with the ocean, it won. Walked two miles in the rain. My camera died. Fun times!
Went to the lake for the only time this year with Britni
Went to a pool party with my lifegroup
Started Summer School
Prepared a dinner, Mexican chicken and cookie pops for a dinner party that consisted of Me and Alliosn lol
Started my blog :)
Stuffed the bus
Bought a Nook
Finished my classroom decorating in time for Open  House
Started Dating Shannon again
Started my 3rd year teaching
Saw Jason Aldean in Mississippi
Saw Keith Urban at ASU
Went to St. Louis with my lifegroup.  We went to Six Flags and to a Cardinals game.  I haven't been to either since I was 10.  It was a great weekend with memories that I will cherish forever.
Had a bonfire with my friends
Saw Les Miserables for the third time
Went to the fair two nights in a row
Searched forever for a Mustard Cardi
Went to the only football game I went to this year
Sent in my application for grad school
Saw Rick Springfield in Jonesboro
Went to Graceland
My phone died.... Got an iphone
Saw Memphis it was wonderful
Went to Little Rock to walk in the race for the cure
Saw Miranda Lambert
Played in a Student/Teacher basketball game.... We won
Started my first grad school class
Saw Breaking Dawn part 1
Went on a trip to Memphis with Shannon
Bought the complete Series of Dawson's Creek
Reunited with Katie
Had a great Christmas party with my KK friends
Went to see the Singing Christmas Tree
Took off to Nashville
Performed as a dancing salt shaker, a tambourine player and a karaoke singer while there
Spent my first Christmas with Shannon
Experienced loss in an extreme way
Found out I have the greatest people in my life.

Monday, December 26, 2011


If you have clicked on this link thinking that you may get something cynical, sarcastic or witty, I'm sorry. That's not the mood I'm in tonight.  I know most of you are pretty used to the cynical Megan.  The Megan that has been burned by love and has a witty comment to say about it.  I know that I have been lacking in the blog department since Shannon and I got back together, and I apologize.  If you ask any of my closest friends they will tell you I'm just as cynical and sarcastic as I was before, I just tone it down in public now.
Tonight, I am having trouble falling asleep.  The good thing about having a laptop now is I can pick it up while I'm laying here restless and being typing. 
As I sit here in my bed, I have a million things running through my mind.  Mainly, I am thinking how blessed I am.
Some of you may know I have recently lost someone very dear to me, a precious 11 year old named MacKenzie.  This is been the strangest couple of days I can ever remember.  There's no words to describe the emotional roller coaster I have been on.  I guess it's fitting that I feel like I'm on an emotional roller coaster, since she and I rode several together at Six Flags this summer. 
Since Friday I have seen first hand the importance of a church family.  I have seen a group of people come together and support our friends in their time of suffering.  I have witnessed several people completely drop what they are doing to go be by a hurting friend's side.  I have seen a group of friends huddled together in a kitchen to prepare a home cooked meal for a family that hasn't had one in days.  I have seen a group gather in a living room that could hardly fit us just to be there for one another.  I have heard of a church gathering around a grieving man.  I am proud to say I am a part of this church family.  I am a part of this group that will drop what they are doing to be with someone.  I am part of a group that will chip in and cook a meal.  I am part of a group that will, through good times and bad, stick together.  I am so blessed that I walked into that Life Group in Feb 2011.  I am so glad I was cornered and came in.  I am so glad these people are accepting of me in spite of my flaws.  I am so glad I can call these people my friends.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Time To Get Serious

I know it's hard to believe that I can be serious for a minute, but I'm going to try.

I know things are hard to explain to people and somethings don't require explanations, but I wanted to set some things straight.  When I was a girl, 8 or 9, I don't remember, I prayed a prayer in a bathroom at a sleepover.  I went forward in church the next Sunday at church and was baptized a few weeks later.

I went to church, did what I was supposed to do.  I was sure that was enough.  Until I was a teenager.  I was at church camp and felt a tug.  Thinking it was just emotions I ignored it.  Then when the speaker said "No Change No Jesus", something hit me.  I was still living like nothing happened.  I prayed another prayer and went on with life.  My pastor told me for years that I needed to be baptized again, but I didn't see the point in it.

Fast Forward: 10 years later.
God had been laying it on my heart that I needed to be baptized again.  I kept ignoring that feeling.  Again, thinking it was just emotions.  Today, Ronnie Hill came to Central Baptist Church for the sermon "Unashamed".  He preached about how being baptized is the same as being married to Christ.  And that we should be unashamed.  It shouldn't matter what people thought about us going forward.  That was part of my problem.  I was worried about what people would say.  "You've already been baptized once, you don't need to do it again".  Well, today I decided not to care.  I went forward and was baptized on the spot today.  I am proud of what I did.  If you don't understand, that's ok.

No I didn't do it for show.  I didn't do it because everyone else did.  I did it for me.  I did it because I am unashamed.  I did it because I want to show my obedience to God.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Baking Diva

So since I'm no longer "single and fabulous" I decided to show you guys I can still be fun.

I think I mentioned in my last post that I am addicted to Pinterest.  One thing I love about the website is the fact that it makes me want to make things.  My favorite thing to make is Chocolate Chip Oreo Cookies.  They are so easy and very yummy.  They are the right "chewyness" for me and it's almost like having a cookie in a cookie.  The recipe came from Lovin' From The Oven and is fairly simple.
Here's what you need:
  • 1 stick softened butter
  • 6 Tablespoons sugar
  • 6 Tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1 ¼ cup flour
  • ½ teaspoon baking soda
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 11 broken pieces Oreo Cookies
  • 1 cup chocolate chips
Here's What You Do
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Cream butter, and sugars until well combined. Add egg and vanilla until mixed well.
2. Place flour, baking soda and salt into a large bowl, stir to combine. Slowly add dry ingredients to wet ingredients then stir in oreos and chocolate chips until just combined.
3. With a medium cookie scoop, scoop onto baking sheet. Bake for 10 minutes or until cooked, but still soft. Let cool on baking sheet for 3 minutes before transferring to cooling rack.

The first time I made these cookies, I chopped up 11 Oreo cookies with a food chopper (from pampered chef).   The Oreo pieces were small and hardly noticeable.   The next time I made them I threw Oreos in the batter whole.  I didn't use 11, I think it was around 6 or 7.  This seemed to work better for me.

Hmm...who knew 100 Ways To Cook a Chicken would actually turn into a cooking blog :)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Guess Who's Back

Sorry for my lack of posting, I could blame it on being super busy (which I am).  But, I guess the reason I took a hiatus was for lack of cynicism.  My first post were based solely around my sarcastic and cynical ways.  I guess part of the reason I am not so cynical these days has to do with the guy in that picture over there.  He's pretty swell.  That picture was taken at Lambert's on a recent trip to St. Louis (on Labor Day weekend).  He keeps my pretty happy (Shannon not Lambert) these days.

I have picked up an addiction to Pinterest (, don't say I didn't warn you, it's highly addictive.  One thing I have picked up from Pinterest is the urge to be crafty and the urge to bake.  I have painted 2 canvases and baked several things.  My favorite is Chocolate Chip Oreo Cookies.  They are super easy and super tasty.  I'll post the recipe one day.

Shannon and I at Parker Homestead
Recently, school has been keeping me pretty busy, but I have had time to have some fun.  Today, I went to Parker Homestead with my lifegroup.  We had a blast.  My TOMS got awful dusty, but the kettle corn was delicious. 

I know most of you are probably bored with my "real" post.  Don't worry, I'm sure I'll have some gripe later. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

Work, Life, Baby Showers and Secret Admirers.

Work Update
School started Monday and I have a great class.  I have 16, 6 girls and 10 boys.  They are smart, funny, and make my job pretty easy.  Although today, after one got in trouble, he told me he was not coming back to school until I was nice and give him a prize.   I just told him I'd see him later.

Life Update
So we spent this weekend without air.  I wouldn't recommend it.  I now have great motivation to life my life right, I can't handle 86 degrees, I need to avoid Hell.

Baby Showers
I went to a baby shower yesterday for a friend from the day care I worked out.  It was one of the least annoying baby showers I've been to.  We played a game, they melted candy bars unto diapers.  You had to guess what candy bar was in there.  I got all of them right but one.  I don't know if I should be happy I won or disturbed that I knew all the candy bars.

 Secret Admires
So, I have been dating someone.  Someone that you may know.  He sent my flowers (awww).  The card for the flowers didn't have a name on it, so I've gotten a big kick out of telling everyone I have a secret admirer.  It's fun to have everyone all worried about my simple life and what's going on.  I love being the center of attention.  Even thought things didn't work out the first time, I'm very hopeful for the second time around, we'll see.

I may not be single and fabulous very much longer.  I will still attempt to be witty and even sometimes cynical about life.  Things won't change--much

Thursday, August 11, 2011

These are a few of my favorite things

I'm not feeling witty or cynical today.  I thought I would make some suggestions of things I think you should like.

  I love Genva watches.  You can't be them.  They are comfortable, cute, and you can get them to match anything.  I like the silicone watches a lot, like the ones pictures, but I also have on metal one that is great too.  They come in all kinds of colors.  They have normal and funky.  I have a black one with all different color flowers on the face, super cute.  I believe it's my favorite one.  I think you should go buy a watch or two.  You can find them at Halmark

My Nook Color is the best thing I have purchased in a long time.  I have always enjoyed reading, but I never read much.  I bought my Nook three weeks ago today and I am now reading my 5th book.  I love reading in bed, it makes me sleepy.  My least favorite part about reading in bed is when I'm done and I have to get up and turn off my light.  Since I'm out of bed I figure I should probably go ahead and use the restroom.   And then I realize I'm kind of parched, so I go and get a cup of water.  That makes the cat want some water or food so I feed and water the cat.  By the time I get back to bed, I'm not sleepy anymore. I can read my Nook in bed and I don't have to get up and turn off my light.  It's great, if you read, you need one.

Adele's Album 21.  If you haven't bought/dowloaded/listened to the CD, I highly recommend it.  Her voice is so unique.  You don't hear much like her anymore.  And while her songs are catchy and have good beats, they are also real and having amazing lyrics.  She doesn't rely on the heavy beats and computerized music I hear on the radio a lot today, but she relies on her voice and her lyrics.  You need to get this TODAY.

Glee is one of the funniest shows I believe I have ever seen.  I love the music, the one liners, and the way they aren't afraid to push the envelope.  Jane Lynch is one of the funniest people I have ever seen on TV.  She has great timing and the best one liners there are.  Lea Michele has a great voice and Matthew Morrison is fun to look at.  Best show on television, I think so.

I adore TOMS.  I love their "One for One" idea.  Every time you buy a pair of TOMS they give a pair to a child without shoes.  I own several pairs: silver glitters, black glitters, burlap, crochet, journey, red zebra, dear to teach and dots.  I love them.  They are very comfortable.  Well, I had a slight issue with the teacher TOMS, but I'm sure they will ease up.  They start a little tight, but they always stretch out.  I can wear them with everything, and I can work all day in them.

My 2011 Mustang!!!!  It is the prettiest thing I have ever seen!!  I love everything about this car. I love the color.  I love the interior.  I love the fact that my inside lights are pink.  I love that I have Sync and I can talk to people through my speakers.  I love that it goes fast.  I love the noise it makes.  This is what loves feels like.

Giani Bini "Jackpot" Boots.  I have 4 pairs: red, black, brown and gray.  I love them.  I love wearing them in the fall/winter.  The red ones are my favorite.  They are very comfortable and stylish.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

At Least It's Not Cancer

Wednesday night Allison and I went to see Crazy Stupid Love.  First of all it was a great movie--you should really see it.  I laughed, I cried, I laughed and cried some more.  It was one of the best movies I've seen in a while (and I've watched about 20 movies in the last month).

If you've seen the previews, on TV or in the movies, you know Julianna Moore's character, Emily asks her husband Cal, played by Steve Carell for a divorce.  One scene shows Cal in his office.  A co-worker comes in and says that someone heard him crying in the bathroom.  Cal then tells the coworker that he is getting a divorce.  The coworker looks relieved and says "Oh we thought it was cancer."  Cal sarcastically says that it's only his relationship.  Coworker tells him to look on the bright side, at least it's not cancer.

This is the part were Allison leans over and says "that's one way we could look at, it's not cancer just break ups."

This got me wondering.  Why do we treat break ups like they're cancer, or something far worse?  None of my relationships have last very long., but when they ended I was devastated.  Looking back I'm not really certain why I acted in such a way.  Sometimes a break up is a good thing.  Sometimes something good comes out of a break up.

One story comes to mind.   Let's travel back in time to 2010.

I dated "Mullet" (so nicknamed for his lovely choice of hairstyles.  Why he thought it was acceptable to have business in the front, party in the back I'll never know.) for six months.  Now, Mullet wasn't the typical guy I would pick out as "my type" but I was crazy about him none the less.  Things got a little serious, he got a little scared and disconnected so I thought it would be best to end the relationship.  I was crushed.  I cried and cried and cried until I honestly didn't think I could cry anymore.  And although I thought I couldn't, I did cry more.  I cried a lot.  I honestly cried almost everyday for months.  A year later, I can say that was stupid.  It was a break up, not the end of the world.

I now realize that even though, at the time, I thought that breaking up with Mullet was the end of the world, it wasn't.  Life it went on.  Today, I can say that breaking up with him was a good thing.  After all it was the break up that prompted my first road trip with Allison.  If Mullet and I hadn't broken up, I would have went to see Brooks and Dunn with him.  We probably would have drove to St. Louis the day of the concert, maybe go out to eat somewhere, found any automotive, home supply or tractor store we could and stop at them, go to the concert and drive home.  Instead I got to go with my friend.  We made it a weekend trip.  We went to the arch, a scary wax museum, the brewery, and out to eat at nice restaurants.  We went shopping, exploring, attempted to drive go-karts and went to the zoo, on top of seeing a great concert.  Now we've been to multiple concerts and trips to Nashville, Branson and Destin.   I can guarantee you if Mullet and I didn't call it quits, I wouldn't have my road trip buddy and my best friend.

My new goal in life is to treat every break-up, failed date, or rejection just as what it is.  I mean, it could be cancer.

In the Arch Aug. 2010

Ready for the St. Louis City Museum Aug. 2010

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Waiting To Be Rescued

I think we as woman learn patterns at a young age.  We watch all these fairy tales growing up and think that our lives should be a certain way.  Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Fiona (from Shrek)--they are all waiting to be rescued.  They sit around and wait for someone to come to them and get them out of whatever horrible situation that they are in.  Now, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White have their own special circumstances, being asleep and all, but the other three could have come up with something.  Cinderella had to depend on her Fairy God Mother and Prince Charming  to rescue her from her Wicked Step Mother and evil Stepsisters.  And Rapunzel, if the guy braided her hair and climbed down, why couldn't she.  Fiona was in a tower waiting for "true love's first kiss" to break a spell.  They all are depending on men (or Fairy God Mothers) to save them.

Women watch these Disney classics growing up and think this is how life is supposed to be.  You sit around and think there will be someone to come along and make everything better.  We wait for a Fairy God Mother to show up with her magic wand and turn is in to beautiful princesses.  We don't think we can do it alone.  So we turn to beauty magazines, hair stylist and make-up artist to transform us into a "better" image of ourselves.  We sit around and wait for a man to provide for us, to love us, to care for us and to rescue us from the single status.  

We romanticize love and relationships and love into this one big fairy tale where everyone lives happily ever after.  We get so wrapped up in the happily ever after we don't realize our knight in shining armor is just a loser in aluminum foil.  I'm tired of waiting to be rescued.  I'm sure my Prince is out there, he's just lost and refuses to ask for directions.  But why stay locked up in a tower waiting for him to come to me?  I think we should start a new breed of fairy tales, not ones where the girl sits back and waits, but where she takes action and maybe does a little rescuing of her own.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

So Are You A Fly Strip For Dysfunctional Men?

I think back to the Fourth of July weekend of this year.  Allison and I went to the lake with Britni and her family.  As we were living Greers Ferry we stopped at Large Mouth Pizza.  Almost right about the table we were sitting at was fly paper.  You know the sticky strip of paper flies get caught in?  I now know more than I probably should about them fly paper.  You pull this sticky paper out of a little canister and it hangs from the ceiling.  There this sticky stuff that will stay sticky despite exposure to the air and whatnot.  There's this stuff on there that attracts the flies and once they touch they paper, they're stuck.  There's also poison on the strip that kills the fly, but that doesn't really work for the analogy I'm about to use. 

I'm not really sure how I find the guys I do.  But if they have a tick, bad habit, disorder, something like that I will find them, or well they will find me.  Apparently I'm like fly paper.  I apparently attract the fly of men.  There has been the jerk, the unattached, the too attached, the over eager, the under impressed, the unimpressive, the just don't get the hint, the liar, the cheater, and the picky eater.

I have been set up on blind dates with cousins, friends, brother-in-laws.  I have met guys when I've been out.  I have met guys at church.  Is there any place to met a normal, sensible man.  Or I am the fly paper to dysfunctional men?

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Did You Have To Ruin Country Music?

"Jack and Diane" painted a picture of my life and my dreams
Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me
Well I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
Cause every time I hear that song
I go back to a two ton short-bed Chevy

Drivin' my first love out to the levy

Livin' life with no sense of time
One of my favorite songs is Kenny Chesney's "I Go Back".  For those of you that aren't frequent country music fans, the song is basically about how there's songs that remind you of a certain place and time in your life.  I know I have those songs.  I'm pretty sure you do too.  Some of those memories are good, some not so much.

Like Tiny Dancer by Elton John.:  I heard this song on the way home from work today.  It made me smile.  This song reminds me of my senior year of high school.  I think about my friend Dedra, who didn't know the words to this song at all.  I remember three of us, at the Valentine's Dance, with the microphone singing "Hold Me Closer Tony Danza".  Good memories.

Or Strawberry Wine.  I remember listening to the song being 13 years old.  I was working at the concession stand at the ball park with my mom and my friend.  I had my first major brush on a guy.  He was a couple years older than I am and I probably crushed on him for 2 or more years.  When I head this song it reminds me of being young and carefree.

As Long As You Love Me by the Backstreet Boys takes me back to sleep overs with my best friend.  We would have a Backstreet Boys tape playing sometimes when we played Barbies.  We would sing their songs in parts (I'd sing Nick, she'd sing Brian).  We would watch their videos over and over again.  I'm not sure she knows, but I think of her when I hear most BSB songs (and shamefully I listen to them a lot).

Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band.  This song just makes me smile.  It makes me think about being at the beach with my friend.  Not a care in a world.  One of the best times of my life.

Not every song as a good memory attached to it though.  Some songs make me sick to my stomach.

I Love Your Love the Most by Eric Church was one of my favorite songs.  When I saw him in concert with my then boyfriend.  When the NASCAR race line came on the boyfriend's face lit up.  Now when that song comes on (or any country song about a NASCAR race) it just makes me think about him and how badly that went.

Big Green Tractor by Jason Aldean is another one. Today was actually the first time in almost a year that I listened to that stupid song from beginning to end.  I went through a point where I all but broke the button to change the channel when it came on the radio.  This song was my ringtone for a boyfriend.  So naturally when that stupid songs comes on, it makes me mad.

Who Are You When I'm Not Looking by Blake Shelton.  Grrrrrrrrrrrr.....  This sappy, stupid, silly, corny, crappy song gets on my nerves a little bit.  Now, granted there was a time that I enjoyed this song.  That was when it was "our song".  Now it's just another song.  I don't like it.  Oddly enough I can still listen to the Joe Nichols version.

I love music.  I love the connection I feel to music when I hear it.  However I do not like the fact that men had to go an ruin most country music for me.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if they hear a song on the radio and thing about me.  Secretly I hope, maybe I may have ruined a song or time for them. :)

Monday, July 25, 2011

Two Great Loves and Lots of Shoes

Disclaimer:  These are not my shoes

While watching my favorite show, Sex and the City, the question came up about great loves and how many you have.  The general answer is two.  When Carrie realized she had her two great loves, Big and Aidan, she thought she needed to stop.  "Here Lies Carrie, She Had Two Great Loves and Lots Of Shoes".

Like I said before I've been in three "serious" relationships (I say "serious" because I'm not sure how "serious" they were about me).  I am not sure if any one of those would be one of  my two great loves.  Although there's a slight possibility one might have been.  I'm not sure when you realize someone is a great love.  Is it the same for everybody or does an individual make their own rules.  Do you get butterflies?  Does a great love make you giddy?  Do your knees get weak?  Your palms sweat?  Or is everything normal?  How long does it take for you to know it's great love?  Do you know after a month, six months, a year, two years? I have had butterflies.  I've been giddy.  My knees have been weak.  It had been short lived.  Does that mean it couldn't be a great love?  Man, this whole thing is confusing.

 I like the simple things in life, like shoes.  I love my shoes.  I know how I feel about my shoes.  I can count on my shoes.  My shoes have always been there for me when I need them.  I don't have to question the way I feel about them.  When I bring a shoe into my life I know I can depend on it.  It goes into my closet, where it belongs and stays there until I need it.  When I need that shoe, it's there (now sometimes there is some digging involved to find it, some shoes are so shy).  My shoes do not get jealous of each other.  My sliver Toms don't tell me I'm spending too much time with my flip flops.  Forget the crazy cat lady, I believe I will be the crazy shoe lady.

"Here Lies Megan.  Confused About Great Love but Had Lots Of Shoes".

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Excuse Me. Where Is Your Instruction Manual?

When you purchase new electronics--cell phones, iPods, TV, Game Systems, even Cars--you get an instruction manual.  It will tell you how to turn it on, how to shut it off, what this or that button does, and what it means when certain lights come on or symbols pop up.  Granted, I don't look at an instructional manual until something goes wrong or I see those little symbols that I have no idea what it means, but they are handy to have around.  Like when my Wii wouldn't turn on.  I went to the booklet that came with it, solved the problem and went on with my life.  Or when this little symbol popped up on the Altima, I got my book out, saw went it meant fixed the problem, symbol went away.

This makes me wonder why men don't come with instruction manuals.

Think about ladies, how much easier would life be if you had a little book that told you what every grunt, sigh, hand gesture, look, text message and action meant.  With the world the way it is today most communication doesn't occur face-to-face anymore.  You hardly even have voice-to-voice communication anymore.  Most conversations between people my age occur through text messages and the Internet chat.  Without being able to see body language or even hear the tone in their voice, it's hard to tell what the other party means.

  Men are always telling me that women are so hard to understand.  And I know that we can be complicated, but I've come to find out men are just as bad, if not worse than we are.  Maybe they are so hard to understand because society doesn't make them out to be.  Men are supposed to be simple.  Women are supposed to be difficult, the complicated ones.  We are the ones that have hidden agendas and have hidden messages in what we say.  Some men are straight forward, mostly the ones you don't want to be with, not the ones you want to take home to mom.

There's another type of guy--The ones that don't mean what they say or say what they mean.  Dumb-bunny me thinks "Let's hang out soon" means just that, "I like your company and want to see you soon".  Apparently it means "I'm going to be evasive and not answer your text for 3 weeks, but then pop up like everything is fine, but then disappear again".  See, if he had a instruction manual I wouldn't have sent those text that went unanswered.  Then there's "I don't want to talk you".  Ok, that's straightforward enough, right?  Wrong!  Apparently this one meant, "I don't want to talk today, but next week I'll start chatting on Facebook, then send you random text everyday to play with your mind".  I'm still trying to decide if this means, I'm going to stop talking to you later again, or let's be friend, or I like to make you miserable.  How are we supposed to know if not answering a text means "I'm playing hard to get and trying to make you think I'm busy" or "I really just don't want to talk to you". It gets really annoying trying to figure out what the meaning behind every word, action, or text is.

I guess I either need to let go of the need comprehend everything or find a man that comes with instructions.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

It Could Be Worse.

Reasons To Be Single.

  • Freedom.  When it's just you, you can do what you want.  If you want to pack up and go to New York City, great.  You always dreamed of being a cowboy, move out west.  You want to move to Florida, buy that little silver building and open a karaoke bar, start saving your money.  The world is your oyster.  You have no other person telling you what to do with your money and time.  You have no one else to worry about.
  • Control of the Remote.  I am not sure why men think it's their right to have the remote control in their hand.  My dad always controlled the remote at home.  The guys I have dated think they control it to, even at my house.  If I want to watch Sex and the City, I can do so without listening to the whining from a man.  If I want to watch Glee on Tuesday, I don't have to listen to someone telling me how stupid it is.  I do not want to watch baseball, it's boring.  I do not want to watch basketball, I hate it.  I do not want to watch Westerns, although it's perfect nap time.  Being single, I don't have to act like I enjoy those things.
  • I'm Just Me.  When you start getting serious with someone, you lose your own identity.  You are no longer "Megan".  You become "Megan and .....".  It's not "oh where's Megan?", it's "where's Megan and .......".  When I was dating Shannon, some people actually didn't even refer to me as Megan.  I was "Shannon's girlfriend".  Really?  You also become "we" and not I.  You have no opinion of your own.  "We haven't seen that movie", "we don't like that Chinese food".  "We will be late"..  Being single I have my own identity and my own opinions. It's all about me, "I haven't seen that movie."  "I love Chinese food."  "I am on my way!" 
  • Flirting.  Flirting is fun.  When you go to dinner and you see that guy in the corner looking at you and smiling it makes you feel good.  Smiling at the stranger at the next gas pump is fun.  If you're tied down, it's probably not a good idea to flirt with that guy sitting at the next table.
  • My Money Is Mine!  "Do you really need another pair of shoes?"  Why, yes!  Yes I do!  Who cares if I have 80 other pairs, I need those!  I can buy what I want, when I want.  If I want to buy shoes I can.  If I want to have a drink with dinner, I can.  I don't have to listen to "water is free".
  • You Can Have Friends.  Every boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband will say "go ahead" when you ask if they care if you go out with your friends.  But we all know we'll get about 50 text and 10 calls asking what you are doing, where you are at and who is all there.  I actually believe one of my boyfriends was jealous of the time I spent with my best friend.  Now that I'm single my friend and I can go to as many concerts, trips, and shopping sprees as we want and not be bothered by my phone going off every ten minutes.
  • Nobody gets hurt.  Let's face it, (hopefully) only one of your relationships will end in marriage, the rest will end up with somebody hurt.  It may be you, or it may be the other person, or maybe both of you.  When people get married they say it's worth it when you find the one you're supposed to be with.  Being single, my biggest heartache is when Gearhead doesn't have the Toms I want in my size, and I can always order online.  
  • You Find Out Who You Are.  I almost feel sorry for those girls that got married straight out of high school.  Who knows who the are at 18?  I am a completely different person than I was in high school.  When you're single you have all the time in the world to discover who you are.  You get to know who you are on your own.  There is no other person to tell you who they want to be.  If you want to take up painting, you can paint.  You can paint all day.  You can read about painting.  Go to museums and look at paintings.  Go to an art class.  You can be the person you want to.
There are downfalls to being single.  It is nice to have someone there when you need them.  It's nice to have a hand to hold.  I do miss having someone there, but while I'm on this journey of singlehood, I may as well enjoy the ride!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Things I've Learned From Sex and the City

I was a little young (and we couldn't afford HBO) when Sex and the City came on TV.  I remember going into After Thoughts at the Indian Mall when I was around 13 and seeing a bunch of stuff that said "I'm a Carrie" or "I'm a Samantha".  I had no idea what that meant then, but thanks to TV on DVD and reruns on TBS (and two movies) I know exactly what it all means now.

While some would argue that Sex and the City is trash and the women are overindulgent and promiscuous (and that may be a little true), I still think women can learn a lot from the lives of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte.  Here are some things I have learned from Sex and the City.

  • There are worse things in life than being single.  Let's look at Samantha Jones shall we.  In Sex and the City 2 Samantha is 52 years old and not married.  She is successful and knows how to get what she wants.  Who cares if she doesn't have a ring on her finger.  She rocks.
  • Things aren't always what the seem.  On to Charlotte.  Charlotte, like Samantha, knew what she wanted.  Unlike Samantha she wanted to get married and have children.  When she found Trey she knew he would be the perfect husband, until they get in the bedroom.  Let's just say there were issues there (and you know to have children you don't need issues in the bedroom).  They eventually separate because of the issues.  They get back together and once they find out Charlotte is highly unlikely to get pregnant and Trey decides he may not be ready for kids, the separate for good.  Not so perfect after all.
  • It takes half the time you were dating somebody to get over them.  According to Charlotte if you dated a guy for a month, you can grieve over the break up for two weeks, if you dated 3 months it you should be upset for a month and half.  This is a rule I attempt to follow
  • Don't stop thinking about him even for a moment, cause that's the moment he will appear (break up rule #4).  He may not appear, but he will text or call or something goofy.  After Carrie and Big break up at the end of Season 1, the first episode of Season 2 is when Carrie is trying to bounce back.  She is dating "The New Yankee".  While having fun at a bar with "The New Yankee" Carrie sees Big and is immediately reminded of the heartbreak.  Yeah, we've all been there.
  • If your single, it's ok to treat yourself.  When a friend shames Carrie for spending so much money on shoes, she points out that once you graduate college, if your single there is nothing to celebrate you.  "Hallmark doesn't make a 'congratulations you didn't marry the wrong guy" card and you don't get flatware for going on vacation alone".  Carrie also reminds you that it's hard to walk in a single woman's shoes that's why they need really special shoes every once in a while to make the walk more special.
  • Don't settle for less than butterflies.  Carrie is on a quest to find love and will not settle for anything less than butterflies.  She often says she's not the kind to get married and raise a family.  Which is something I think she says because she doesn't feel like she'll find the person to marry.  Or well, that the person she loves, Big, doesn't want to marry her.  She knew he gave her butterflies and while she dated others (Aidan) she never gave up.  I'm a huge Aidan fan but like Charlotte, I always knew Big and Carrie would end up together (even after the 17 break ups and the him standing her up on their wedding day). 
  • Sometimes it's better to be alone than faking it.  There's no need to fake a relationship, that leads nowhere, someone ends up hurt, not pretty.
  • Shopping is always possible, even with broken bones.  Carrie and Samantha go shopping while Samantha has a broken toe.  Samantha says he toe hurts.  Carrie asks her why they are shopping if it hurts so bad.  Samantha responds "I have a broken toe not a broken spirit."
  • You're never too old for sparkles.  While Samantha is shopping for a dress for Smith Jerrod's premier, she finds the "perfect dress".  When the saleslady asks her if she thinks it's "too young", Samantha tells her that she is "Fifty-f---ing two" years old, and yes she will wear what she wants.
  • Take your vitamins and wear your Spanx.  In Sex and the City 2, Samantha tells the girls she's tricked her body into thinking it's younger by taking two handfuls of vitamins.  Miranda tells the girls she's tricked her body into thinking it's thinner by wearing Spanx.
  • No matter how many men come and go you can count on your friends.  Samantha said it best "We made a deal years ago.  Men, babies, it doesn't matter we're soul mates".  No matter what happens, you're friends will always be there when the jerks break your heart.
There you have it. The lessons I've learned from the Sex and the City girls.  They have truly taught me how to be Single and Fabulous.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Something Ugly People Say....

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I actually like what I see.  Sometimes I don't.  I'm very aware that I'm not the "pretty girl".  I'm not sure if I ever will be.  I've come to terms with it and I'm ok with that.  I do like to think I make up for my looks with humor and a good personality.

I am, honestly, a firm believer in "looks aren't everything".  I do think personality is where it's at.  Somebody told me, not to long ago, "the people who say looks aren't everything are just ugly people trying to make themselves feel better".  Ouch....that was hurtful.

There are guys that I would call "hot".  However, in most cases (well, all but one case that I've come across), those "hot" guys are idiots.  One of the most attractive men I know has the personality of a rock.  I think it would be more fun to watch grass grow than going on a date with.  Yes, he's fun to look at but I'm sure my eyes would get tired after a while.

I have had 3 "serious" relationships.   Yes there has been a physical attraction.  However, I will be the first to tell you that is not why I dated them. None of them were Brad Pitt but I enjoyed being around them.  I had fun with them. The last two guys I dated we're great.  They were funny, nice and time with them was enjoyable, but you wouldn't find them on Peoples Most Beautiful people list.  That was ok with me.

If I feel that way.  Why is it that I still feel the need to be insecure about the way I look?  If I can see passed mullets, bald spots and a bad wardrobes why shouldn't I look for someone that can accept my flaws and see all the good in me?  Sometimes it's hard being the "fat" girl or the "average" girl.  Especially when you're surrounded by "pretty" girls all your life.  But I don't want to be defined by the way I look.  I'm a pretty awesome person.  I'm funny, I'm smart, I can carry on a conversation with just about anyone.  I would rather have someone be attracted to me for what I am not what I look like.

And if you think that's just something "ugly people say to make themselves feel better", oh well.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

For The Record, This Has Nothing To Do With Cooking

*All the names and locations have be changed to protect the innocent, mainly me.

I am a college educated, 25 year old woman. Ask me the difference between a homograph and a homophone and I can tell you.  Ask my advice on what classroom management method I prefer and I can give you my answer.  Ask me advice on dating and men, I have nothing.  Take a trip with me on my journey of singlehood and my attempt to be Single and Fabulous!.