Megan Who?

I've been thinking lately that it's about time I share a little more about me. Then I saw Beckie participated in a link up called 100 Facts About Me and I decided to play too. But I can tell you right now, thinking of a whole 100 facts about myself is not going to happen. But some is better than none, right? Ok, here we go!

#1: I am terrible at sharing feelings. In fact, I hate it.

#2: I'm a lefty. But I do most everything right handed because that's the way my brother taught me.

#3: I don't eat anything from the ocean. Or anything with the bones still in.

#4: Water is my favorite beverage. I never go anywhere without a bottle of it. I blame Arizona.

#5: I love shoes. Heels are my favorite but husband won't let me wear them around him because they make me taller. It's very sad.

#6: I am ridiculously naive and extremely gullible. Not a good combination in my experience.

#7: One of my goals was to grow my hair long enough to cover my ta-tas. Now that it is, I refuse to cut it.

#8: Brand New is my favorite band of all time. But country music is my true love.

#9: Husband and I want 3 kids. But we will not be naming one of them Ariel. Even though Husband really, really wants to. Gag. [Sorry if your kid's name is Ariel.]

#10: I've been told that I'm very bossy. But I can't help it that people just listen to me, can I? Husband is the only one it doesn't work with. Even my giant brother listens to me.

#11: I hate being alone. I get lonely instantly and I have no idea how to entertain myself. I'm kind of freaking out about staying alone in Hawaii until Husband gets back. I may not survive.

#12: I have my own waxing pot and we have a love/hate relationship. My eye brows look fantastic but I always seem to forget how painful bikini waxes are until the wax is already stuck on.

#13: My alarm clock is never set for a logical time. In high school, I woke up every morning at 6:27am.

#14: I'm a Chevy girl at heart but I drive a Dodge. And all of my vehicles have been trucks. Unless you count Husband's girly car but I did try to veto that one.

#15: Mom is my very best friend. Even when I'm away, I talk to her every day and I can tell her anything.

#16: Caffiene and I don't get along. And my insomnia has gotten so bad that even my sleeping pills aren't really helping.

#17: I am a giant wierdie and I don't try to hide it at all. I make up words and make wishes on my "birthday minute" and tons of apparently crazy things.

#18: For a class assignment I had to choose my most valuable possessions. I chose family and Husband's love and didn't get full points because my choices were not tangible things. I'm still bitter about it.

#19: I had Invisilign braces for about 9 months because I felt like my teeth were crooked. I still wear a retainer at night because I'm terrified my teeth will move. Husband makes fun of me and asks if I "have my teeth in" like I'm an old lady with dentures.

[Pre-Invisilign and also my 21st birthday]



[After Invisilign and baby nephew, Max]

#20: I have incredible self esteem and think I'm pretty amazing. Nothing can really convince me otherwise, even mean people and drama starters.

Twenty is good, don't you think? How about this: If there is anything else you really want to know about me, just ask. Email or comment and I promise I'll answer because I'm really not shy and besides sharing feelings, I don't hold back either. 

Backyard Creeper

This past Friday, the weather was perfection. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and I was ready to get a tan. I threw on my bathing suit, turned the stereo on and headed out into the sun. I put my towel down in the middle of the grass, slid on my sunglasses and settled in for a nap.

Just as I was drifting off, I was startled back to consciousness by the sound of a man faintly singing to the song on the radio. My radio. Let's just say, I was more than a little concerned that I was being watched by a random creeper man. To check out the situation, I casually sat up, pretending to fix my towel, while really trying to locate the creeper. After scanning the yard a few times and coming up with nothing, I decided that maybe I had just imagined the voice. So I laid back down, ready to enjoy my nap in the sun.

Not two minutes later, the singing started again. This time, I didn't wait to locate the man behind the voice. Instead, I jumped up and ran back into the house at the speed of light. Instantly, my heart started racing as I realized the voice of the creepy singer was even louder inside the house! Bravely, I crept up the stairs to find it's source. That's when I ran into my brother, who I didn't even know was home, as he made his way out of the shower. It turns out he had been singing in the shower so loudly that I could hear him all the way in the backyard. So my afternoon in the sun was ruined only by my over-active imagination. At least there wasn't really a creeper though, right?

[still pastey white]

Trucks & Trash Cans

My day started with a bang.

And by bang, I mean the sound of me driving my brother's truck into the recycling can at the end of the driveway.

[In my defense, it's a giant truck. Ok, and I'm not the best driver.]

As the crash echoed down the entire street, I jumped down out of the truck to another wonderful surprise.  The garbage man apparently hadn't come yet, because the street in front of the house was littered with water bottles and newspapers. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, two of my neighbors came out of their houses to witness me frantically scooping trash out of the street.

After I had finally put all the trash back into the can, I got back in the truck and drove away. Not two minutes later, as I rounded the corner onto the main road, a man ran by wearing Army PT's. The surprise of seeing a soldier combined with my unfortunate driving incident pushed me over the edge and I just burst into tears.

I am so ready for this deployment to be over so I can stop being an emotional wreck all the time.

Hermanito

Remember my little brother? You know, the one that saved me from my Mexican Phone Stalker and has since become my full time bodyguard? It's his 20th birthday!

 Look how cute and little he used to be!

He's definitely not that little anymore! You know when you're a kid and your mom says to you, "Stop picking on your little brother! One day he's going to be bigger than you and then you'll be sorry." It turns out, she's right.

This little cowboy grew into a giant cowboy...



And went from being my adorable, annoying little brother...

to being my "big" brother and my best friend!



Happy Birthday Hermanito!

List of Love

I feel like with this deployment, people are always expecting me to be sad and miserable. To be honest, sometimes I am. But with all of the people I love around me and with school and work as distractions, I am by no means a constant Negative Nancy. So, I am going to make a list of a few things I love about life right now:

• Pumpkin muffins! I made them for Chris' Halloween box [they're his favorite] and I haven't stopped making them since! I'm addicted.

Easiest recipe ever! Let me know if you want it!

• My Little Brother. Man how I missed him when we both moved away! I am beyond happy to have him home all the time with me. Even when he's trying to booby trap my room or put his feet on my face. Now that's love!

Who could ever resist that face?! Plus, he saved me from my Mexican Phone Stalker. I'm forever greatful.
• And, last but not least, my quest for Kardashian hair! Oh, how I love love love long, dark hair. I've almost gotten the long part down. Now, I just have to wait for my hair color appointment!

As you can see, my roots have been growing out for about a million years making my hair about 3 different colors. Gross.

So there you go, people. I think those are some pretty wonderful reasons to be happy, don't you?! So next time you're thinking to yourself that I'm probably sitting around the house being a grumpy, old troll, there's a 95% chance you're wrong. And that other 5% of the time I'm probably doing homework so that doesn't even really count. Goodbye Negative Nancy, Hello Positive...Polly?

Update: Wierdie Magnet

Remember my Mexican Phone Stalker? You know, the one that wanted to be my boyfriend? Well, that situation has since progressed from bad, to worse. Stupid me for thinking that hanging up on the guy would deter him from calling me again, right? Anyway, after the hang up incident, he preceded to call me multiple times... daily. Not once did I answer the phone, and still he called and called. Up until an hour or so ago my favorite was when he called at 0345 and left me a message that simply said, "MUJER!" Had it not been left for me in the middle of the night I may have been slightly amused. I mean, it's not everyday a person gets a Mexican Phone Stalker, right?

Well, I'm pretty sure that Stalker Man is gone for good this time, which leads me to my favorite part of the story. Finally, after 5 calls today, I had to call in the big guns: my little brother. Now when I say little brother I'm sure you're picturing an actual little brother. You know, someone smaller and slightly annoying. Well, you would be wrong. In my case, my little brother is more like my giant, smarter, bear-like brother who I like to think of as my personal bodyguard.

So when I got the 5th call of the night and Stalker left a lovely message, something along the lines of, "My friend says he loves you. He can't live without you. Ay yay yay!" I wasn't even close to amused. When my phone rang again two seconds later, I ran to Brother's room, threw open the door and begged for help! Very man-like Brother said, "Give me the phone. I'll take care of it." And let me tell you, take care of it he did! He played the role of intimidating male figure well. And when that really wasn't working out he said something including "policia" and my problem was magically solved.

So next time you think you may have a potential Mexican Phone Stalker on your hands, call me. I'll let you borrow my bodyguard. He happens to be a pro now.