tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87739838108708634852024-03-13T08:28:18.653-07:00thirtysomethingthis is for those who are far too far away. i miss you.Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-14749282712196584492011-12-29T15:20:00.000-08:002011-12-29T15:27:45.864-08:00retiredmy new home: <a href="http://www.megsinkcpart2.blogspot.com/">http://www.megsinkcpart2.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />i was on another friend's blog the other day, (yes. i do check this all the time. don't worry, i'm stalking you all.), and i noticed out of the corner of my eye- "thirtysomething- updated 7 months ago" SEVEN! <br /><br />worst. blogger. ever.<br /><br />life is good, dear friends. ridiculously, amazingly, undeservingly good. too much to tell you about....but good enough to retire this blog. i think it represents a certain phase of life that has come to a close. there's been lots to celebrate- but lots of grief and moving forward is wrapped up in these posts. i'm glad i'll have them to look back on, but it's time to shut er' down.<br /><br />from now on- you can get updates here: <a href="http://www.megsinkcpart2.blogspot.com/">http://www.megsinkcpart2.blogspot.com/</a> this little gem will be full of all the things i love to fill my friends' bellies with....nothing really brings me to life more than making pretty and delicious things. so- a new leaf!<br /><br />i've been working on some updates to my apartment. in about a week it will all be done and i'll have great things to share. until then....try to hold onto the supsense.Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-40201434351704514752011-05-07T16:17:00.000-07:002011-05-07T20:49:52.924-07:00dear mommama,<div><br /></div><div>i have known all my life that you wanted a little girl named "megan noel" and a little boy named "kevin alan". you wanted us more than anything. (dad too, but today this is about you.)</div><div><br /></div><div>you are an exceptional mother. after teaching all day, i do not know how you always entered our home in the evening with a smile on your face. ready to cook dinner, or take us to music lessons, or boy scouts, or 4H, or a school project. you always put aside your own needs to make sure we had all the experiences life had to offer. only to have to somehow manage to get us out of bed the next morning for school. (not an easy task, i know.)</div><div><br /></div><div>you have modeled a life of humility, service, love and loyalty. and while your genes have given me curly hair, good vocal chords, and artistic ability- the way i've seen you live your life has offered me so much more. </div><div><br /></div><div>i'm so thankful for many life lessons. most of all, i thank the Lord every day that you taught us to live without prejudice. from the time i was a child, i can remember you making it very clear to me that color/economic status/sexual orientation/religion were not ways to define people. it was very important that we understood all people were to be treated with kindness and love. prejudice and judgement were not acceptable behaviors in our home. thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>honestly mama, thank you for so many things. thank you for life. and i don't mean just for giving birth to me, i mean for bringing me back to life these last 2 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>i mean, what would i have done without you? honestly. you stepped in- like a warrior. right in front of me. made decisions when i couldn't. gave me the strength to leave. i honestly thought i wasn't going to make it. but with the care you offered, and the strength the Lord gave you, you did it. </div><div><br /></div><div>i love you. i love it that you are my friend. i love speaking honestly with you. i love spending time with you. i love watching you walk with the Lord. i love watching you worship Him with your friends. i love it the most when you pray over me on the phone. </div><div><br /></div><div>happy mother's day. i will see you on wednesday. and we will celebrate you!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-50770776406060815352011-02-23T14:23:00.001-08:002011-02-23T14:31:40.963-08:00just so i can laugh at this in ten years.it is no secret that april joy seehorn is one of my favorite people on this planet. she is, for lack of a better word, my 'wing-man'. <div><br /></div><div>we're pretty funny together. zac always says we're like a circus side show. and other people have said we have a 'secret language'. i think it's safe to say you could think it's an act we put on to entertain our friends...but just so you know we's always be keepin' it real. here is a recent text conversation:</div><div><br /></div><div>april: your bf, JT, is a dbag. have you read perez?</div><div><br /></div><div>me: no</div><div><br /></div><div>april: one of your boyfriends will not let your other boyfriend sing his songs. i think they're fighting over you.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>**me: quickly log onto perezhilton.com and find out that justin timberlake (my boyfriend) will not sign over his rights to his songs to be sung on glee...(by corey monteith, my other boyfriend.) the horror, gasp.**</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>me: you're right. they are. it's sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>april: i think you should have a sit down with them and explain you have enough love to go around...and be sure they're shirtless during your conversation.</div><div><br /></div><div>me: i like the way you think. you know me so well.</div><div><br /></div><div>and this is how we do.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-34882471076472939512011-01-31T22:02:00.000-08:002011-01-31T22:31:56.030-08:00resilience.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDDescawrPSm09mqW6Li2vRlA7Ca0dKciJbBPZcnYcyvCRwaKXwRgVopZGuvGm8GosIsEQ79Ti6JeYjEgFwhjLmSPM-ElLt37NNej62jSqCvrZNwsmuwxzAWDUwHDNtIL5pE4HDU9OpI5/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDDescawrPSm09mqW6Li2vRlA7Ca0dKciJbBPZcnYcyvCRwaKXwRgVopZGuvGm8GosIsEQ79Ti6JeYjEgFwhjLmSPM-ElLt37NNej62jSqCvrZNwsmuwxzAWDUwHDNtIL5pE4HDU9OpI5/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568598723376667490" /></a><br /><div>this is lily. she is four. i love her. two years ago...i said often, 'she's the only smart thing i did in two years.' i'll still stand by that statement. lil makes people laugh. she doesn't shed and she doesn't smell. she doesn't wine or bark. she walks off leash and she never runs away. she happily gets in her 'hut' when i go to work. in fact, my dog is so cool that people come to my house when i'm not home just to hang out with her. i could go on.... </div><div><br /></div><div>i've been thinking about this because a family i love has had to find a new home for their sweet, sweet dog. (i'm not one of those bloggers that feels it is my place to provide some sort of 'link' or tell you their story, so i won't.) just know that as they have faced loss and grief, their dog has also shared this burden with them, and is no longer healthy and happy. they have found her a new home. this is so sad. i have cried as i read these last posts from my friend. cried because i love their dog. cried because i'm so sad they face yet another loss and transition. but i celebrate their decision to do what is best, even though it is hard to say goodbye.</div><div><br /></div><div>in praying for them and hoping for them, i've found myself reflecting on lily. and how thankful i am for her resilience. i mean, she was initially raised in a home full of lots and lots of male yelling. (she is somewhat afraid of men, still. but getting better.) and when i left my husband i gave her to my mom for awhile because i was worried he would steal her. she lived with me again after i got my apartment. and now, she pops back and forth between my house and my moms depending on the weather or my travels. and she is so happy. </div><div><br /></div><div>i'm thankful for her. she has sat with me through these years of grief and moving on. it may sound silly, but she has provided lots of joy and lots of fun during initially lonely times. she sleeps at my feet as i write this, and i just have to take a moment to thank the Lord for her companionship. and her ability to adapt to different environments in stressful situations.</div><div><br /></div><div>as the saying goes, she may not be my best friend, but she is a good friend, indeed.</div><div><br /></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-11890914444019649212010-12-24T16:29:00.000-08:002010-12-24T16:45:56.896-08:00happy birthday, mama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtWup3FWnc22gMIWpq3HN88KZ30_kSZsMFVBwj1fia3yJIGsIoHbaEZRjMKHDpnZTbUPTRuQyXh_PX_Id9yrWp5fm9oLxPNwCS7_NMmQh10v3Wt7JZyxpgaBvFm6wawBr4i25Pwk9HM5u/s1600/IMG_3989.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtWup3FWnc22gMIWpq3HN88KZ30_kSZsMFVBwj1fia3yJIGsIoHbaEZRjMKHDpnZTbUPTRuQyXh_PX_Id9yrWp5fm9oLxPNwCS7_NMmQh10v3Wt7JZyxpgaBvFm6wawBr4i25Pwk9HM5u/s320/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554413211541873058" /></a><div><br /></div><div>let me start by saying, my mother despises being the center of attention. parties, presents, any sort of adoration....these things make her VERY uncomfortable.<div><br /></div><div>i decided to throw mom a party this year. she's a Christmas day baby. so it's rare that it would work out for me to be home early to plan something. i ALSO decided not to tell her. her friends all kept calling me..."is this a surprise?" my answer, "no, i just don't want to be the one to break the news. she'll get mad at me." i just hoped someone else would tell her. she finally found out sometime last weekend, it didn't go over well, but she finally let it go.</div><div><br /></div><div>her best friend, said it best in an email the morning of the 23rd:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Have fun at your party today....Humble servants can enjoy their own birthday parties because their friends receive a blessing by celebrating with their special friend."</div><div><br /></div><div>here are a few pictures.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtWup3FWnc22gMIWpq3HN88KZ30_kSZsMFVBwj1fia3yJIGsIoHbaEZRjMKHDpnZTbUPTRuQyXh_PX_Id9yrWp5fm9oLxPNwCS7_NMmQh10v3Wt7JZyxpgaBvFm6wawBr4i25Pwk9HM5u/s1600/IMG_3989.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFLPgiun2T1QPrNMoYg9se7o8UDAWkdez8yXBh1oVUh6nJjEVwnYxWzyVVRkSu2YBqmVOQOtvuBsPmYpvmIhVg3HVm25oimBC1gQmbaUgpR0YEVNrNwZ2VrwTfSLtkbw_Dm8O8a3_na4A/s1600/IMG_3988.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFLPgiun2T1QPrNMoYg9se7o8UDAWkdez8yXBh1oVUh6nJjEVwnYxWzyVVRkSu2YBqmVOQOtvuBsPmYpvmIhVg3HVm25oimBC1gQmbaUgpR0YEVNrNwZ2VrwTfSLtkbw_Dm8O8a3_na4A/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554413210958851330" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8UxPSWY_dLoVwTdcgkuzZJpYoKGmr_io7IHfY9-h4vCcRDoG3w85NEH_7Aqe_ROK1g3XKmoj-JdDQx54oJTPWGPnA-X8i-S11Gi6ab8dQZVSDWqOm7gDfGmV7ITqjNBRnzmvTxpTtBUN1/s320/IMG_3979.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554413204488506210" /></div><div><br /></div><div>my mom has amazing friends. amazing. women that point her to Jesus and have walked so closely with her through the years. they have the most amazing relationship. it is something to aspire to when i am older. thank the Lord, for the many, many women in my mom's life. i suppose around 30 people were able to make the celebration.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWf6Fot4wc3dJ4BdRIacoMZNUXS0TamtW9EZieieU04cpmerUQpAiuAi05TfrXGHiMIYDf_hgbuBM_K8kGlEA2HF_JQe5lgw16M4z9nUYdBQV0rx2kryT-hMNyqz5O6ufg0xa7ZIwJfw1/s1600/IMG_3976.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWf6Fot4wc3dJ4BdRIacoMZNUXS0TamtW9EZieieU04cpmerUQpAiuAi05TfrXGHiMIYDf_hgbuBM_K8kGlEA2HF_JQe5lgw16M4z9nUYdBQV0rx2kryT-hMNyqz5O6ufg0xa7ZIwJfw1/s320/IMG_3976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554413201958247410" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs33L8A_47_tNFwOOccnHaJf_fQ-uD7v5JX5Gxy0O2hnjd2e9wPDeipLjuBkoaxVIPmdYSvnEoC_QFKr5PXbo9pLxSnKgmd75spm2pMTyiLnkniAzajb9w5ulYg6eM-WEYWF7o1lM2qT2m/s320/IMG_3974.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554412853272804226" /><br /><br /></div><div>i cooked lots and lots of food. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp2vHdSgXOlZPgd3OnAKG_U8yePBMnqiscvnj6P3Z7w6DCAWfVJpGIoaVHrlOUmDmaIpYX2Ikz8ZIW1xLLXAG5AzIKXgec1Zr0ZSwECGpc6NMVgQSZd07r40RcsjKnWLOGnYF5wfpFV3V/s1600/IMG_3973.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp2vHdSgXOlZPgd3OnAKG_U8yePBMnqiscvnj6P3Z7w6DCAWfVJpGIoaVHrlOUmDmaIpYX2Ikz8ZIW1xLLXAG5AzIKXgec1Zr0ZSwECGpc6NMVgQSZd07r40RcsjKnWLOGnYF5wfpFV3V/s320/IMG_3973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554412848272478434" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMyZmHG_h3kV3TNtw3yOkRhIBBjXMfqT5Fc2D40Mt5M6Av5uAarsYtOOrAGU8zYm_cxVUgKq4lCExroJaISYV2wbZd0IGZ3YilF_Rnj-TfrnjFmK4J-_ef2-ec-x7xDBUEiK4_n-m2onX/s320/IMG_3972.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554412847476541314" /><br /><br /></div><div>i made these gift bags as favors for coming. the flowers are actually pins. (you can see the ladies wearing them in the first picture.) i don't know what i was thinking when i took on all 30 of them. april helped me cut all the petals. i'll have to pay for her doctor's bill someday when she has arthritis. in the bags are MARSHMALLOWS! did you know you could make marshmallows?? you can! so much fun! highly recommended!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEhuPpNI_lv3vjhdDvJKcDLogZqm8BzRwkbS5OpMps-QOpiPwyWqm8PhHN8aE032WpZN9VkDPZ2x-5RAreppp6CJc_vJ-zSSVBF38x8S3dtmV-aXdg38CD-nTQ7HHcyCj2QP6tYN0feFB/s1600/IMG_3971.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEhuPpNI_lv3vjhdDvJKcDLogZqm8BzRwkbS5OpMps-QOpiPwyWqm8PhHN8aE032WpZN9VkDPZ2x-5RAreppp6CJc_vJ-zSSVBF38x8S3dtmV-aXdg38CD-nTQ7HHcyCj2QP6tYN0feFB/s320/IMG_3971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554412842300189794" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3yLi1zOhN93xmJvacRy4YPhAmMy34wW2Srbx73cefVDwMrYtH-hy6IW7-9-HifpgoGfic79RyCtwH_9eT6Th2VynhM9zuu26UrX9PxJeeRhE-qmS9CA8rCgOZDHb_CQT-C8p3d4cSijF/s320/IMG_3970.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554412838500174386" /><br /><br />and also thanks to april, i made these beautiful cupcakes! they were a big hit.</div><div><br /></div><div>happy 65th birthday, mama. i love you the mostest.</div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-70542258600121257742010-12-12T12:59:00.001-08:002010-12-12T21:17:58.934-08:00dear kellie,there are things i could not say to you when i said goodbye today. because i could not speak. but, i want you to know...<div><br /></div><div>you are my best friend. </div><div><br /></div><div>i have cherished our moments of worship this summer. together, singing old praise songs at the church you married in. also sitting in the living room, and if i shut my eyes tight enough, it felt like Cairo with the sounds of matt leading us on his guitar. telling myself to remember this moment, because it will not come again soon. knowing that one day, we will stand before Jesus and sing for eternity. thinking how sweet it will be. </div><div><br /></div><div>and with maya. the sweet, squishy, blue eyed girl. you are an amazing mother. the kind of mother and friend that makes me feel like i can fit in that world somehow. the kind of that makes people feel valuable and important, even though your world has changed with that little person in your life. and she will know what is important, and what is not. because you will ask yourself 1,000 times what is right for her, and when you finally decide, it will be just what she needs. she is blessed to have you both. </div><div><br /></div><div>and to see you in love. priceless. my heart is overwhelmed with the love in your marriage. i am so thankful beyond words. i sit and watch you both sometimes, and try to tell the story in my head. i mean, how did this ACTUALLY happen? i remember talking with matt, and talking with you, and the waiting....and now this. such a testament to God's faithfulness. </div><div><br /></div><div>i'm so happy you are living the life you were designed for. chasing hard after it. investing in the lives of those around you. pursuing others with genuine interest and love. He will change the world with your love for others. they will meet you and not forget you. they will wonder why you were kind to them. why you cared. no one can meet you and not see something special in you. </div><div><br /></div><div>thank you for giving me so much of your time these few months. i know it is precious. and in return, i feel so special to have had these days and weekends. </div><div><br /></div><div>i am thankful for it all. sharing a room. sharing a house. sharing a strange, large, lost city. walking along the Great Wall with you. riding in that taxi, wondering how we would ever find our way back. having matching pajama pants. snorkeling in many bodies of water, trying to drown you in all of them. watching the storm nearly tear hawaii down, talking about how i felt like that uprooted tree. sleeping in the grand prix on the side of the road. going to the lake and pulling the broken boat back to shore. lots and lots and lots of boys and broken hearts. knowing that matt was the one. throwing a fit when i was not ready for him to invade my hawaiin vacation. walking down the isle. sending you off to atlanta. eating at pretty restaurants with flowers on the plates. loving each of your siblings for such special and different reasons. sitting with your teary mama over a christmas lunch as she sent gifts off to china. muslin. goats. snowed in porches. cigarettes and wine coolers. being broken, honest, and vulnerable. a card you sent me after my dad died. the tears we shared at the end of my marriage.</div><div><br /></div><div>you are family, to me. i love you. i will miss you. </div><div><br /></div><div>until we hug again,</div><div><br /></div><div>megs</div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-17329343272720347972010-12-08T16:51:00.001-08:002010-12-08T16:57:01.459-08:00two months.i haven't blogged in two months. lame. <div><br /></div><div>but i've been reading your blogs. i love it.</div><div><br /></div><div>i could tell you all the wonderful things i've been up to. but that seems impossible.</div><div><br /></div><div>instead, i'll tell you the highlight reel:</div><div><br /></div><div>i got to see justin play on a big stage in front of lots of people with matt and april. highlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>i've had sweet, sweet times with kel before they head back to a far away land. highlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>i continue to spend my sunday evenings with those i love around the dinner table. and snuggled up on my couches watching our favorite serial killer. highlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>i went to manhattan and loved on my sturm friends. highlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>i watched my brother complete his first 5k. highlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>i got the most beautiful oil painting from someone i respect and admire. and it's hanging on my wall. highlight.</div><div><br /></div><div>there are a couple others that i can't quite let out of the bag yet. but soon, very soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>it will be a blog heard around the world on that day.</div><div><br /></div><div>love.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-78552850565262894062010-10-01T06:36:00.000-07:002010-10-01T06:48:45.876-07:00a thought. before i forget it.i've expressed before that a season i love has been dismantled by two sorrowful anniversaries. i don't really <i>love</i> august or september anymore. i more frequently find myself to be a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">subconscious</span> basket case and a little less motivated.<div><br /></div><div>no more than 5 days separate the day i left my marriage and the day my father died. but, that's not the point.</div><div><br /></div><div>two years ago, i would have said that the failure of my marriage (that specific moment, the leaving part and the days thereafter) was much more painful than losing my father. i don't remember feeling actual physical pain when my dad died, or the lack of ability to breathe. i felt both when i left mario. however, at this point in time, the absence of my father is much more painful than i remember the leaving. </div><div><br /></div><div>i'm not sure if it is because the blessed quietness of my life currently does not mask the absence of him as the chaos of years past has? or i can't hear his voice as much as i used to? i have so much sorrow in the midst of the missing him.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway, i miss my dad. praise be to Jesus that i will see him again.</div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-51150921971295401572010-09-12T10:28:00.001-07:002010-09-12T10:51:09.410-07:00it's over? really?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVjHW9nSl5LciC0Lx4ceoIUL6ooRdJJjYDIrjVTczxaTKJHGrblxJ3tKgTz80CMsDgWetivhI-e3hHQNpopKilHRgVnubRYWTpGB0Jd1uVkuvSz8B330B0daZj44QA_eastooo98JQfRw/s1600/summer+2010+006.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVjHW9nSl5LciC0Lx4ceoIUL6ooRdJJjYDIrjVTczxaTKJHGrblxJ3tKgTz80CMsDgWetivhI-e3hHQNpopKilHRgVnubRYWTpGB0Jd1uVkuvSz8B330B0daZj44QA_eastooo98JQfRw/s200/summer+2010+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516085803540590562" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60MSMvgqqZ28xfDnn_NWBzEpBoNVtFIKVXqSenDaMeveD0rqs6e2_7ydcI1Qzc2XjyyAoCo0bLhxOM2OnSoaT_WZPVhO52x8Fa9gYIIKS-FcK9F-Sn9V-HeHEkFZX6KwnIrOmdVAQCcFm/s200/IMG_3697.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516085796176257298" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZcW7m78oIwvd5ZgSp6kV5A5iDzFf6e7bjYMmy2LEEpSCEw6MtJ1ftYEo_YtWdSbr-N1ByZ1LPOW_FTyvOYRTAb2WVUY2TQUyDJKap7iFoY5lHzMNcZi5PMHbZhF3ZMPiFhSxGd2-3pCh/s200/IMG_3775.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516085791160304850" /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSp7xkhWMsSH5X3QuptIY2iuR3DnnRY9EolgMCG3kvmZEGZG3tsVYrlvQdzUXLc9XGadwQGpIX24A_lnwcHQp-xV0THpYlmGfodXeVoy_dJWbMxcFbx-iQ-RP7lteiM9TerVtRRqzZlt4B/s200/IMG_3800.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516085777610744098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLBz-HuN0mGUm-2EDghCgL88d1z5JICOmSB9XhrhTSqQ8o6VmLYq5fHY-eSSO0_sjOwho7nqtZs9CYd_40Jri71533ngSD-ddSzYCeBH6Dwgamd4YR0W9BIftXZC52Ej8RR2wOY17Rg04/s320/summer+2010+025.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516084855136126578" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpF51n_xP2rGNPT0B42fJeNufu7YymbTTowk77cClLGS_Bi8Pvhi-W5_vQRgRyTgtutbCOqN_V85FovRVK6GFAVuWgrPR688vRIMnqwu9oBZa2EtmeimCjKqmBrgub-4PupcsHrg_RY4U/s1600/jazoo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpF51n_xP2rGNPT0B42fJeNufu7YymbTTowk77cClLGS_Bi8Pvhi-W5_vQRgRyTgtutbCOqN_V85FovRVK6GFAVuWgrPR688vRIMnqwu9oBZa2EtmeimCjKqmBrgub-4PupcsHrg_RY4U/s320/jazoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516084848707502050" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zV0x9D2Bk9187FWX6ONDGwFxXNn2020c0pp_QDiA8xP99sBPMh7VG-YH1ePa7fFac0fyKI4Yz5UXJeVxkU1l54g7gizZ2ccb-QuQQ5zPATp31XjBx8p2n1KRsqr-ifFv0zrcKnTplYRW/s320/jazz2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516084835640298930" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIU6JE0uOdiuF51VwWQJ_FUc4Exv5w0xLVjd_ua60Puq8K462wa1M43NFCLllhaY7pR6GcfshV7qrtLdCehlLP-bKHoUF2KX76UNfOXCFkcocgjDhzqLKXBVBvG0oBC6Zw9o9HzSUkrJj/s320/jazz1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516084828364667858" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1ejUVMlQ60MN4zGzQ4Y33QLPJ_29Bulm-OkxOaajLvXLLzpe9QNBxPrIP4RYhYjwPOz66OZEtgzW_dwKXMFBlCsTnmWyQRgLwfF71sGHe15BM2hAOSFHGd40sqHzTOUfqFpScysyIWtv/s320/mattie.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516084826472891010" /><br /><br /><br /><br />i can't believe the summer is gone. i know it's gone because it's dark when i wake up in the morning, and dark at 8pm. boo. boo, to dark.<div><br /></div><div>the other day i said, "this has been the best summer i've had in....years." (calculating....) "four years to be exact."explanation? four years ago, my dad was sick. sick. and in mid-june he was diagnosed with cancer and given two months to live. hence, the onset of worst summer ever. the following summers ensued marriage and meanness, the last summer was my first without mario or my dad. so this summer? with lots of healing behind me, it left for a world of fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>i have laughed. a lot. i mean, so much. i laughed yesterday at the pool with the boys and april. and i don't even remember what we were laughing at. </div><div><br /></div><div>i have had sweet, sweet, time with jess and kellie. i mean, the kind of time that makes me wish the heavens were near. that makes me think, <i>THIS</i> is what it will be like. sort of. soon, it will be months before i can hug either of them, but the phone will do. </div><div><br /></div><div>i went camping. bless the folks that went along with this idea. they knew my heart longed for camping. they went. they had fun. it was a memory for the record books.</div><div><br /></div><div>the sturm's came. again, memorable. i love them. they really are my family. in so many ways. i love brian and min. and those four little people they made. with all their personalities and quirks and differences. precious.</div><div><br /></div><div>i went to grown up prom with ben, todd and ape. (not really, it was jazzoo.) but we dressed up, and pretended we could afford to be there. and ate too much. and acted silly.</div><div><br /></div><div>i swam. a lot. and layed in the sun. glorious.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway, that's that. too many things to find my favs. and now i'm tired of blogging and thinking.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-2834601722987343002010-08-18T21:54:00.000-07:002010-08-18T22:06:28.262-07:00hot dogs, hot dogs everywhere.i didn't take many pictures tonight. which is a relief for poor kevin. (i'm not sure that he finds the photo sessions that torturous, but in little brother fashion, my brother would hate it. thus, the previous statement.)<div><br /></div><div>we went to the k. a first for kev, a kansas city first for matt, and a long overdue return for kel. it was grand. they played great. the hot dogs were a dollar. (and sodas!) and we laughed and had a good time. </div><div><br /></div><div>enjoy the tales in photo.</div><div><br /></div><div>THIS is what happens when i tell matt to smile.........<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZ5w7wtj4gNS2KNJaT49FRh4LcwvVI-4Nf3ie460T4s3DgrOczCjduF8BfhI59RDQVW49IUdHb1y_0FSDGsVrVk6VqgV0oyB8yjWbF_L_0iMY-0Yr1-2lxSAYe7lVqBbbSxQ_dkHk9y3L/s1600/IMG_3760.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZ5w7wtj4gNS2KNJaT49FRh4LcwvVI-4Nf3ie460T4s3DgrOczCjduF8BfhI59RDQVW49IUdHb1y_0FSDGsVrVk6VqgV0oyB8yjWbF_L_0iMY-0Yr1-2lxSAYe7lVqBbbSxQ_dkHk9y3L/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506981182712757314" /></a></div><div>this is the beginning of the hot dog madness.....</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksH_IAEw5weZFFPkjTtMiVGME8t1hnBl6QW_m9yzAeRpTg_epKScqzEEIZi9dCkDAE_dYZLh35iO8ogroZ05rQaAEcc5X-SpDbOx1V9lXdpk5qVPxhTo-rEpZzlaEb2RohyNtO4ynptJg/s1600/IMG_3758.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksH_IAEw5weZFFPkjTtMiVGME8t1hnBl6QW_m9yzAeRpTg_epKScqzEEIZi9dCkDAE_dYZLh35iO8ogroZ05rQaAEcc5X-SpDbOx1V9lXdpk5qVPxhTo-rEpZzlaEb2RohyNtO4ynptJg/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506981177566216258" /></a>in true china fashion...a couple tourist photos......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLw4IC4XxVorWdbMn8l2-h5wiZKaktBUWgnPLUUAbgU8KWREvKcWuUeAj44I1rYrINOg_irtNyuGn8tH2DsST9X8cAvoONQzUH5IRXkfii4vkxV1TZDbrW1-DgdI0dGoqQkH9NqifShPaI/s1600/IMG_3769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLw4IC4XxVorWdbMn8l2-h5wiZKaktBUWgnPLUUAbgU8KWREvKcWuUeAj44I1rYrINOg_irtNyuGn8tH2DsST9X8cAvoONQzUH5IRXkfii4vkxV1TZDbrW1-DgdI0dGoqQkH9NqifShPaI/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980904050136594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNK7ldqVchOYcuai2KuHYvIfmTTtMb3fwNMQmWptgGzifiSDlwMtqWu9EFpqaG-dOxJpZlJ55oHB5JkizdjjqWQCxvfM4ZZMmimef5plQfikkMG38-YQ9YlMFNIO_5zq1dG1LJxvt6oxh/s1600/IMG_3768.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNK7ldqVchOYcuai2KuHYvIfmTTtMb3fwNMQmWptgGzifiSDlwMtqWu9EFpqaG-dOxJpZlJ55oHB5JkizdjjqWQCxvfM4ZZMmimef5plQfikkMG38-YQ9YlMFNIO_5zq1dG1LJxvt6oxh/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980901797931138" /></a>and some sweet moments with good friends and family.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3w4dcInR-Ay04BPICHG-xD3J7tJT_Vv8yda0wPLHLAK3DAo7MnlXEW1Iu66kVoTwzdLJ8wJdmdjYf2eXXE2qy_Zbb7dRJk8T2N5ITRWN1aOkmBUXPAepB1tF80BerAthBNG0OrXSJDCdr/s1600/IMG_3767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3w4dcInR-Ay04BPICHG-xD3J7tJT_Vv8yda0wPLHLAK3DAo7MnlXEW1Iu66kVoTwzdLJ8wJdmdjYf2eXXE2qy_Zbb7dRJk8T2N5ITRWN1aOkmBUXPAepB1tF80BerAthBNG0OrXSJDCdr/s320/IMG_3767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980653384883202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoTYgjkjw-Bv4Cg0ZNa1zTKODDZaC3J5nc9pIv3WJOuz8v5q6dHM3qqLCVdapXFI7xAanvR1q24s70c1rWEwpfB_AVOIJLCvd9UMkR2UIU_3B5FB8U1gcCFs3jd7jurhKSt-P2D6qSCSV/s1600/IMG_3766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoTYgjkjw-Bv4Cg0ZNa1zTKODDZaC3J5nc9pIv3WJOuz8v5q6dHM3qqLCVdapXFI7xAanvR1q24s70c1rWEwpfB_AVOIJLCvd9UMkR2UIU_3B5FB8U1gcCFs3jd7jurhKSt-P2D6qSCSV/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980644583360642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2fjz9zMpgTw0jNdUr1jZJn-AmuXVZlzvUqnXaAmINO1475sSw3tgjHDtcm3908NZAqB5TzYdzGB13zyAr4Wa6wCmxsEG_WMZlRia3ek33IS_qfUXgU30N4Xh8uzLVZ1rmTt7AvvGM0qp/s1600/IMG_3765.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2fjz9zMpgTw0jNdUr1jZJn-AmuXVZlzvUqnXaAmINO1475sSw3tgjHDtcm3908NZAqB5TzYdzGB13zyAr4Wa6wCmxsEG_WMZlRia3ek33IS_qfUXgU30N4Xh8uzLVZ1rmTt7AvvGM0qp/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980636415221170" /></a>and yes. we did in fact consume 12 hot dogs total. i'll let you add the fingers and do the math.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDVL-O_YQK6xlv2mSvYYmFVV7nKmbh7M-QMn9UBFkXX3G6Jii_nnpJJSkayEyJt8fzdLWk0eVtHI7s-mrdGSnrcmA1_FWU1p9YcCmUS9DmW44Vi-FJwFHcuq4QvvIuNpgkxuRTYd9sW7O/s1600/IMG_3764.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDVL-O_YQK6xlv2mSvYYmFVV7nKmbh7M-QMn9UBFkXX3G6Jii_nnpJJSkayEyJt8fzdLWk0eVtHI7s-mrdGSnrcmA1_FWU1p9YcCmUS9DmW44Vi-FJwFHcuq4QvvIuNpgkxuRTYd9sW7O/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980633716643826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN4CWdcyBdoLKXPfZRIDPhmk1EDlaQBVAO_72HsHn04jFgC3Ibro08iPjWVvYKgjeJ64-_YvbsjX4eVHSs3iTHm4PvMONypNMkWgPzAsGNiMXnTuYsg_cJwAG8dZuMtNNT06A1alfTwCs/s1600/IMG_3762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN4CWdcyBdoLKXPfZRIDPhmk1EDlaQBVAO_72HsHn04jFgC3Ibro08iPjWVvYKgjeJ64-_YvbsjX4eVHSs3iTHm4PvMONypNMkWgPzAsGNiMXnTuYsg_cJwAG8dZuMtNNT06A1alfTwCs/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506980630353616594" /></a>good night!</div><div><br /></div><div>(and i still have lots of great pics to post from the weekend, but i'll save that for another day.)</div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-83654396187169783362010-08-16T18:39:00.000-07:002010-08-16T18:39:13.162-07:00most importantly<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87no_IVouFvcOLQ5YXgEU6V7Qact8smxu2D1jpUlQVjg5q22DAk-haCJkkVxl3cue-u9mPtHxYGJL6Q-Oixxwid4Oz1dQN0ir11jHWHr6Tfg7Q0YO9Zdcl__Thql8UYDGWt0yTtFUKPhx/s1600/summer+2010.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87no_IVouFvcOLQ5YXgEU6V7Qact8smxu2D1jpUlQVjg5q22DAk-haCJkkVxl3cue-u9mPtHxYGJL6Q-Oixxwid4Oz1dQN0ir11jHWHr6Tfg7Q0YO9Zdcl__Thql8UYDGWt0yTtFUKPhx/s400/summer+2010.jpg" /></a> </div><br />we did lots of things this weekend. all things important in life, really. like- the deli, and del rio, and otto's, and scrabble, and back rubs, and long talks, and laughing....<br /><br />but mostly, maya and i just got to be good, good friends.<br /><br />to be continued.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-79817767312140473232010-08-13T06:44:00.001-07:002010-08-13T06:45:44.442-07:00the waiting is over.i will hug her in about 12 hours. it's been too long. i feel like i've lived a lifetime in these last 3 and a half years. and i've needed her. and though most of it's better now, it still feels like something has been missing. <div><br /></div><div>i'm so excited. </div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-28531986670671483182010-08-05T16:54:00.000-07:002010-08-05T17:52:39.035-07:00adventures in colo-rectal surgery. (part 1)my job is easy, really. i do whatever needs done. i don't take it home with me. <div><br /></div><div>patients, however, are complex. they are sick, scared, and unknowing of what to expect. some of them smell and some of them are weird. sure, there are hemorrhoids and constipation and things that will go away. but there is also cancer and HIV and permanent ostomy bags. it's overwhelming really. </div><div><br /></div><div>i have the opportunity to love others well. to remind them they are heard and valued. i'd like to say i do that all the time, but i don't. it shouldn't be hard. i don't know why i get in the way, but i seem to make it awfully difficult.</div><div><br /></div><div>a few weeks ago 'jane' came in the office. i don't really remember why she was there. she was truly odd, and i was uncomfortable. </div><div><br /></div><div>when i finally got her all situated and turned to walk away, she pulled a massive album out of her purse and said, "want to see my pride and joy? i've got bragging rights." i quickly told her i didn't have time. so she sat down and waited. and my time freed up. and still she sat. i don't know why it was so hard for me to go sit with her and look through her dang album. but it was. i'd like to say it was love overflowing that finally motivated me to get up and sit with her. but it wasn't. it was total guilt. a wave of revealed selfishness and carelessness. <i>this was not who i was supposed to be. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>i got up and sat next to her. "all right, 'jane', let's see this!" in the end, to make this woman feel valued, took a total of ten minutes of my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>'jane' showed me her album. it was about six inches thick and full of HUGE embroidery pieces she had made. like, five feet tall. most of them designed herself. she lives alone, with her two birds. she has five sisters, two of them are still alive and her companions. her husband is gone. recently her sweet landlord came and installed a window unit for these hot summer months. "a life saver." she survived breast cancer. and now, one more person has marveled her work. (my sweet dr. looked at them, too.) </div><div><br /></div><div><i>thank you, Jesus, for allowing me to crawl out of myself and be some sort of resemblance of You.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>i had to call her today to follow up on her surgical care, and she said with a laugh, "tell the dr. i don't hate him." <i>what?!?</i> she said, "the last time i saw him before surgery he said, you're not going to like me for a few days after this." <i>oh, right.</i> "i haven't felt this good in years......." (enter a tangent that lasted forever.) <i>ok, well, i look forward to seeing you tomorrow.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>and i actually meant it.</div><div><i><br /></i></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-47580556312397898392010-08-01T12:36:00.000-07:002010-08-01T12:48:06.950-07:00so bad it's good<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtW01BBo7QGrWhR4dzcLuNdCE8c9uHzjEPW0ZCvFhGw-tHPpOnuED8QjDnA4RlZkmOWZ8_tTLr4dru73UqadLChwu1QmcICxN2cNxdM8kE9RVb6M3VR6KGwkcthPqdpjJ_y3B58y4PG37/s1600/color.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtW01BBo7QGrWhR4dzcLuNdCE8c9uHzjEPW0ZCvFhGw-tHPpOnuED8QjDnA4RlZkmOWZ8_tTLr4dru73UqadLChwu1QmcICxN2cNxdM8kE9RVb6M3VR6KGwkcthPqdpjJ_y3B58y4PG37/s400/color.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500527906074950834" /></a>i'd like to send a small shout out to the trendsetters that paved the way in making these colors acceptable for summer wear. i'm not sure who you are, or what made you so ballsy that one fine day, but thank you. <div><br /></div><div>i'd like to say i'm daring enough to paint my nails blue or green without you blazing the trail, but i'm not. in fact, in a few months (<i>**oh please be at least a year**</i>) when women of the world resort back to pinks and reds, i will follow. for i am one that likes to blend in and follow in the fashion world. (what? it's the midwest.) </div><div><br /></div><div>but for now, i will joyfully go to my color box and try to choose between "lavender lights" and "midnight rush". and paint my nails more often than necessary because i have every color under the rainbow. and enjoy it to the fullest.</div><div><br /></div><div>next, i would appreciate it if you would address leg warmers. those might be fun for a stint.</div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-81466629947725219132010-07-27T18:17:00.000-07:002010-07-27T18:57:28.965-07:00voices in my head. (no, i'm not crazy.)far too much of me gives a rip about my identity. to others. i never really contemplated it much until i no longer liked the things for which i am now identified. <div><br /></div><div>divorce. <br /><div><br /></div><div>welcome. to. my. present. life.<br /><div><br /></div><div>and the sunny-smiley comment about this i suppose we most hear is "mistakes don't make you who you are." (load of crap.) i mean, it's not a total load. i believe with all my heart that Jesus covers us. and in theory, we can see each other through new eyes. yes. but it just doesn't work out that way. not 100%. flawed little piles of flesh, are we.</div><div><br /></div><div>there's always a new leg of this race i'm running. but the one theme that keeps repeating itself is that sooner or later, i have to forgive myself. i have to move on. but how can i? it seems nearly impossible when i see it all staring me back in the face through others. </div><div><br /></div><div>and the second i tell myself that, my brain follows with these thoughts, in this order. exactly. please, crawl into my brain for a moment:</div><div><br /></div><div>#1- i am the only one that can accept grace. </div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>**ok. got it.**</i></div><div>#2- people make me feel like i don't quite belong. </div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> **start to freak out internally**</i></div><div>#3- people aren't judging you megan, it's all in your head. </div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>**it's ok, just chill.**</i></div><div>#4- yes, they are! not all of them, but some of them. and i can feel it. like, in their stare feel it. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>**i knew it! i never should have come here!** </i></div><div>#5- no matter how much i can forgive myself, i can't control others around me. <i> </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>**meh, screw it.**</i></div><div><br /></div><div>and thus, the battle. i hate it. it used to keep me from going to church. or engaging with others. but it doesn't anymore. some sort of miraculous intervention occurred a few months back. in fact, i found myself brave enough to join a small group. (i tried every excuse in the book, and finally just went.) </div><div><br /></div><div>through sobs and tears with jess one night late on the phone the truth of the matter really came out. "i mean, did you think, way back when, that THIS would be MY life??!?" she said, "nope. never." </div><div><br /></div><div>the reality is, i didn't either. and now that THIS is my story, it's awfully hard to embrace it. </div><div><br /></div><div>it's not about being single. or unmarried. i rather enjoy those things, actually. for now, maybe always. it's not about being cheated on. that was his deal. his choices had nothing to do with me. they were not a reflection of who i who i was, or am. at all. infidelity and abuse- his fault. his choice.</div><div><br /></div><div>it's about the failing. the failing to CHOOSE the right thing. i married someone who was not my equal. spiritually or emotionally. period. i made a wrong choice, and somehow, in my mind, it means that i deserved what i got. it means that somehow my grief isn't as valid as a friend who has lost a child. that wasn't their fault. but this was mine. </div><div><br /></div><div>and then comes the staring. or the rumors. or the gossip. and i assure you, it's out there. i've heard it all. and it's embarrassing and humiliating and horrible. </div><div><br /></div><div>and no matter what, those two things are very true and very real to me. so i suppose you could say, divorce isn't my identity, but it kind of is. for now.</div><div><br /></div><div>and though i'm not okay with the failing or the title, i've found the journey doable. and not defeating or destructive. i'm finding grace a little more each day. and that the things that were scary, aren't. </div><div><br /></div><div>and now, i'm going to keep going. starting with small group tomorrow night. again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-29830016173721412092010-07-19T16:20:00.000-07:002010-07-19T16:45:34.410-07:00for abbe.please pray for my dear, dear friend <a href="http://dollfamilyzone.blogspot.com/">abbe</a>. her family is struggling through disappointment, heartbreak, (and yet in love with Jesus), continue to put their hope in the One who heals. <div><br /></div><div>i don't normally blog about others. i sort of feel like when disappointment comes, it's not really my business to share things, but knowing that abbe makes her struggle known for intercession, i feel ok with this.</div><div><br /></div><div>and in her honor, i'm deciding to share something that has been on my heart for some time. i've never wanted to point out something creepy, or be a debbie-downer, or make you all paranoid. but in honor of abbe, and the love i have for each of you and your children, i impart this story, and ask you to please consider this as you post pictures of your children on the world wide web.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm not a mom. i don't know what it's like. and i don't know the sorts of challenges you face on a daily basis. but a dear friend of mine, who is a mom, shared something with me once that i have never, ever forgotten. i happen to think she's one of the best mom's i know, so heed her advice. </div><div><br /></div><div>you see, my good friend, posted cutesy pics and videos of her kids when they were little. you know, in the tub with cousins, or getting ready for bed, etc. and then she noticed the number of hits on these posts, compared to others, were higher. impossibly higher. in the hundreds higher. and intuition told her heart to protect her babies. she knew what this meant. so she doesn't do it anymore. which is sad, because she can't share those uber-cute bathtub moments with people that love her kiddos. but as a mom, i know you all want to protect your babies. and everytime i see your cute little kid on a blog in her diaper, i think of this. and get sad. and don't say anything. </div><div><br /></div><div>but today i'm going to for abbe. and all the sweet friends that would die to protect their babies. and you.</div><div><br /></div><div>meh. a downer, i know. but i think you should consider it.</div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-1583998721046212142010-07-17T19:35:00.001-07:002010-07-17T20:04:11.023-07:00ta da! (the new place, a few steps from done.)this is mostly for kellie and jess. but if you find yourself far away and bored, enjoy. i'm sure most of you could care less what my apartment looks like. but after months of work and exhaustion, i'm finally home.<br /><br />let me first introduce my teeny, tiny kitchen. it's sad, really. i have no counter space. but a sacrifice must be made, and these were the terms. i'm safer, it's cheaper, i'm in the woods, etc.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeStTiuZ-OV34fi9O7eA8bUis-ACML4yJ1f1qSkGKiy_44LzWTzzbhNE4z2Nl_ZadjGdXiUW_uUq-CCUkCXsAztQFQMtHBZ7dYMYhyphenhyphenD1Fk_gCkn9gqrL5GCEbocvfl-UAue4I0dgGHNil8/s1600/summer+2010+085.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeStTiuZ-OV34fi9O7eA8bUis-ACML4yJ1f1qSkGKiy_44LzWTzzbhNE4z2Nl_ZadjGdXiUW_uUq-CCUkCXsAztQFQMtHBZ7dYMYhyphenhyphenD1Fk_gCkn9gqrL5GCEbocvfl-UAue4I0dgGHNil8/s320/summer+2010+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495072938914274386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-pmZup_SNi3kk8tBLTPzGePyoiwGoSPWERVhXGBQizY4Hbprn54483Zqsi2HnHhDqcxJkXh1vXBTYbgRsgrMO__qR_AavkZIA7z3fAvO0Hx6I1Se2x1sJ4pzs56yOCjvSI5-v1VgNUm8/s1600/summer+2010+084.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-pmZup_SNi3kk8tBLTPzGePyoiwGoSPWERVhXGBQizY4Hbprn54483Zqsi2HnHhDqcxJkXh1vXBTYbgRsgrMO__qR_AavkZIA7z3fAvO0Hx6I1Se2x1sJ4pzs56yOCjvSI5-v1VgNUm8/s320/summer+2010+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495073933106519378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is the dining area. its a darker shade of purple. i like it. this is the jerk shelf that took me forever to hang.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy01alJyNQeAfRjZEPvn28EXSZS7x_KjRSbRVxLz6RrXd0xjgjphf9BhHH8q1l-FbTGA5Z2g5QouMfz5af6_0ANXPb_J8bRgx1VM3PWoM7ihVACv4p-igLSqjK8cErjfIMxk4tipWsh6sI/s1600/summer+2010+082.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy01alJyNQeAfRjZEPvn28EXSZS7x_KjRSbRVxLz6RrXd0xjgjphf9BhHH8q1l-FbTGA5Z2g5QouMfz5af6_0ANXPb_J8bRgx1VM3PWoM7ihVACv4p-igLSqjK8cErjfIMxk4tipWsh6sI/s320/summer+2010+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495072917646316290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8Wkw7ToWvPNh7u6XonXYPgmV7-3zj4hc07t9GrbnbyiKIsl7XicTOhCz2wd_5yhD_Q-twkN8DdEsTE-Wyh1HXr-gyABt_8zXjRb1LqvXAjq0-U8SsxQ5CTFSYHm_FXHxeFcMNr-KUruH/s1600/summer+2010+087.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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SO DIFFERENT. but it's fun getting to know each of them. and i'm thankful that Jesus gives me little moments with them individually. things i know i'll tuck away in my memory forever. AND to my complete devastation elijah revealed he is old enough now that he doesn't remember me living with them. (heartbreak!) i think i shared some of my favorite memories in my earlier post, but i forgot one!!<br />so, zeke had reached the final frontier and needed a rest. while everyone else was riding rides i took him to a quiet spot and started singing. we started with 'the itsy bitsy spider' and after about 10 times i could not do it anymore. i started taking requests. and the little man said....wait for it....."beat it." (crap! i don't know the words to beat it.) so i just mumbled the tune and kept saying "beat it, beat it, beat it." after that wore itself out, i said, 'what else?' he says....wait for it....'thriller.' 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(tears.)Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-71099175831162137572010-05-31T05:44:00.000-07:002010-05-31T06:10:49.070-07:00ready, set,go!<br /><br />i really should blog more than once a month. i should. but i don't have a computer. which is up for debate currently. hmm. i can't decide. i really can afford only one. my dvr, or a computer? the only reason i really need a computer is to skype with kellie. but she's coming home soon. so maybe i'll wait until she leaves again? i don't know. tangent.<br /><br />moving on. i have a job. thank you, thank you for praying for me. i work for....(wait for it)....colon and rectal surgeons. yes. i'm serious. the OTHER end. there are many words for what i do now. but most of them seem unprofessional, and i respect medicine way to much for me to tell the interwebs what i think. but mostly i work for GREAT doctors. and that is the most important thing. there are lots of bad doctors. doctors who don't love what they do. or lazy doctors. or uncaring doctors. but my doctors are GOOD doctors. i'm blessed. if you live in the kansas city area, and want a good doctor. ask me, i'll send you to one. i've been around. i've got the scoop. <br /><br />i had been praying for doctors such as these, and the Lord opened the door to them. i've been there for a couple weeks. and the BEST part? we share a parking lot with my old neurology office!! i get to see the people i love whenever i want. it's the best part. while building new relationships, i get to continue the old ones. i do miss neurology. but, i've been entrusted with some medical assisting, and while it's not pretty, it's what i wanted. yeah!<br /><br />now, the summer is at hand. the pools are open! (praise be to the Lord. enter hallelujah chorus here.) i love the pools. next saturday you will find april and i- US weekly in hand, large cherry limeades in mouth, music in ears, bodies oiled up-poolside. it's really so wonderful i can hardly stand it.<br /><br />since the summer is full of job and moving transition. (coming soon at the end of june- "the move.") the rest of it will be fairly low-key. those tale's will include:<br /><br /><ul><li> a couple epic lady's nights downtown at the main 6 seeing sex in the city 2 and eclipse. (i'm such a nerd.) </li><li>a few concerts- the most anticipated being a much belated reunion with the counting crows. (words cannot describe how much i love them.) </li><li>a few royals games here and there. (yes, i do believe my friends have made a 'fan' out of me.)</li><li>we're going camping!!!!! (and by 'we' i mean, my sweet friends that don't really love camping but are suffering through a weekend in the ozarks out of love for me.) </li><li>KELLIE IS COMING HOME! (i actually start to cry when i think about it. it's been a long time coming. i actually picture myself bursting into sobs when i see her, and then i think about how that can't happen because it will scare baby Maya, and i can't have baby Maya fear me. and then i think i might not be able to control myself, so maybe matt should hold her inside until i am normal? it's true. i think about it.) can you understand the anticipation? it's like the other half of me, people. </li><li>THE STURMS ARE COMING! THE STURMS ARE COMING! (i'm not sure when yet, because they don't know, but they are coming. and i cannot wait to hug those munchkins. and brian and mindi too.) it will be a lovely, loud, and chaotic time. if it lacked any of those three elements, it would just not be a proper visit.</li></ul><p>i think that covers it. i mean, zach is coming. lyle too. and i'm thankful they probably don't read this or they might be upset they didn't get their own 'bullet'. but i thought another one announcing the arrival of someone i love would be a little annoying to the readers. but, you get the point.</p><p>i promise to post pictures of my vacation with my mama. there's a couple pretty cute ones. but they are on april's computer. and he's at the doctor right now, getting a new hard drive. and i only blog on april's computer. </p><p>which leads us back to the original dilema. to get a computer. it's either, get a computer and pay for internet. or don't and keep my dvr. i don't have cable people. and i know i can watch my shows on a computer, but it's just not the same. i'm torn.</p><p>but at least i blogged. (and i read all your blogs on my phone. i just can't comment. boo.)</p>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-6619742779354470232010-05-05T13:49:00.001-07:002010-05-05T13:49:56.416-07:00good news<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">i have a job!!!!!!</span></span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-30643370110302200262010-04-16T20:16:00.000-07:002010-04-16T20:51:34.727-07:00a road less traveledthe job hunt continues.<br /><br />i turned down a job a week ago. there was no peace when i thought about working in that office. none- at all. i think the easiest thing would have been to take the job, i suppose. most people would say i'm insane in this economy to turn down a job. i wasn't sure i was making the right decision, so i laid out the fleece. a sort of, 'if you want me to take the job, then these are my requirements'. i decided an unwillingness to bend on their end, was an urging from the Lord to move on. i'm hoping i don't regret it. i'm mostly hoping i'm not insane.<br /><br />i was telling a friend the other day, that it's been a long time since i chose the unknown. to trust the faint voice of God, or what i think is God. (i'll explain that statement later.) you see- when i pray, or sit, or think about being unemployed on june 1st, i have no anxiety. i just have an overwhelming sense that something wonderful is coming. i don't know what, but i'm rather sure of it.<br /><br />there is a neurosurgeon i love and respect. i talked to him the other day and his office will be hiring soon. you see, it's neurology. i love neurology. lots of my patients now are referred to this specific neurosurgeon. we work very closely. i think it's pretty much a done deal, i just have to wait patiently for him to REMEMBER to hire me. waiting. and there is a chance this waiting could end in...unemployment. but i'm choosing to believe in the peace that exists in my heart. the one that's undoubtedly from Him.<br /><br />so while i wait, i pray. and hope.<br /><br />and this my friends, is the road less traveled. i think it's a road i used to wander frequently. when life and decisions were simpler. less dangerous. damaging. but life is scarier now. and the pretty, paved road seems so much easier. the one that says, take the job, be employed.<br /><br />i do not easily trust. not anymore. i was so confused and manipulated not long ago. and when i chose to do the hardest thing of all, to leave my husband, it was not a matter of trust. it was a matter of survival. i had to choose to leave so that i would not die. i see that God opened the door of freedom from that slavery. but the whole year was such a time of planning, strategic and calculated planning. i had to make very cautious choices to survive. to escape. to hide.<br /><br />in fact, i'm still hiding. i was walking lily tonight, looking over my shoulder for a blue-green eclipse. his new car that i've never even seen. trying to figure out the best way to get to safety if he drove by. i decided it would be best to run into the middle of the street and yell for help. that way he wouldn't stop, or at least for long. i decided that if he found out where i lived, i would just move out and pay the rest of my lease. (it's only two months.)<br /><br />that's my reality. but this is different. i've learned to survive. i've spent over a year doing it. and after months of waiting, hoping, and praying, i feel like i can begin to trust the Lord. to trust that maybe i'm not crazy. that maybe the peace that i'm feeling IS from Him. and that faint voice IS His. that i can actually look to Him as a Saviour. as someone real who is going to help me with this next faze of my life. someone i believe to actual be bringing me something good. and the parts of me that hesitate and second guess, and want to hold on, are starting to let go.<br /><br />and it feels so nice.Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-4099318491430918702010-04-01T14:39:00.000-07:002010-04-01T14:52:37.148-07:00the process.gag. vomit.<br /><br />i hate searching for jobs. hate it.<br /><br />the axe finally dropped. i don't even remember the term they used. it all sucks. neurology consultants has to sell-out to the big man before my sweet, hard working doctors go crazy. my position is eliminated, and they sadly let me go.<br /><br />i'm okay with it. not offended at all. i know they love me and think i'm a star employee. there just isn't a bad employee here, and they've all been here FOREVER.<br /><br />the thing i'll miss most is<br /><br />#1- <a href="http://www.nc-kc.com/physicians.shtml#Allen">this man.</a> he's been like a dad. he listens to me ramble, tells me that i'll fall in love again one day, laughs at celebrity gossip, listens to me talk about tv, and life. he has been my friend. and newsflash- totally inappropriate to associate with a 67 year old man outside the workplace. so, aside from an occasional stop in to the office. the working relationship ends.<br /><br />#2- trust. they so trust me to do nearly anything. it's not easily given in the workplace, and i have theirs.<br /><br />#3- cocktail hour on friday's when the last patient walks out the door. it's so fun. (i mean, what doctor's office you know keeps a six-pack in the fridge and wine cart in the closet?)<br /><br />#4-patients. i love our crazy, insane, needy patients.<br /><br />#5-music. sweet dr. kelley brings me cd's he thinks i cannot live without. who does that?<br /><br />that's not it. but those are the things i'm hoping to find in a new place.<br /><br />i'm not even freaking out about this. (mass hysteria when i found out about the 'merger' in january.) but now, i have an overwhelming peace that something great is coming.<br /><br />something great.<br /><br />and i'd just like to point out......when grey's anatomy merged....there were some seriously hot doctors and a lot of making out. i kind of feel ripped off. i mean....i want my own mcsteamy.<br /><br />i've got- mcnothing.Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-80338306777138763882010-03-26T06:22:00.000-07:002010-03-26T06:46:17.765-07:00hot mess.ok. so, i love getting my haircut. i get my haircut at <a href="http://bijinsalon.com/">bijin</a> in prairie village. it is my single-most favorite place in kansas city. it has it's own distinct fragrance line, and slippers, and robes, and quiet music. and did i mention a glass of wine while i wait? it's glorious.<br /><br />jenni has cut my hair since i moved here. she's cute and sweet and cuts only curly hair. i never have any fears when i go see jenni. her hair-cuts cost more than a pair of shoes, but i can't bring myself to go anywhere else. one wrong snip, and i look like weird al. (and i only get three haircuts a year, so i think it kind of evens out with the rest of the female population?)<br /><br />first, picture this: yesterday. haircut time. i decided to go straight from the gym to the salon. sweaty, gross, no make-up, red-faced, and in black stretchy pants and a sports bra.<br /><br />now, jenni has an assistant. her assistant is always changing, it's usually someone who is starting out at the salon. said person is responsible for washing my hair, getting me a smock, taking my purse, getting me a beverage of choice, and giving me a scalp massage.<br /><br />so as i'm sitting waiting to be taken back to the back- i'm actually getting a bit antsy. mostly because i've been waiting a few minutes, and i'm so sweaty i'm starting to worry that i'm going to leave a mark in the chair when i get up. (gross, i know.)<br /><br />and i hear, "megan? for jenni?" and i look, and THIS is calling my name.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcd4G_RVLZ4kwXFTC7y_lOWHDlW5OeUZ0ENVUULLzWDGFRLyMO5NC8d3K39c1GBOoVVdJeIGdl1PM7wIo7WSF2appHrLaXYdeuaAmk-xqYaYABFjgWEZ2lyU0l5lkzwzA0CAjgipAke4js/s1600/kellan.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcd4G_RVLZ4kwXFTC7y_lOWHDlW5OeUZ0ENVUULLzWDGFRLyMO5NC8d3K39c1GBOoVVdJeIGdl1PM7wIo7WSF2appHrLaXYdeuaAmk-xqYaYABFjgWEZ2lyU0l5lkzwzA0CAjgipAke4js/s400/kellan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452937829959466818" border="0" /></a>i'm not kidding. i mean, he had a shirt on. but this is what this kid looked like. exactly. and i was mortified. <br /><br />i don't have anything else to say, but that. MORTIFIED.Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773983810870863485.post-74689710582617365932010-03-08T14:23:00.000-08:002010-03-08T14:43:01.094-08:00it's all because of the food.i totally dig award shows. like, love them. maybe it's because i love movies so much, or entertainment in general? i don't know. but my friends? they humor me. they come to my house, they fill out a ballot, they listen quietly while people give their (mostly boring) speeches. they eat and drink and bring something to help out. mostly for the fellowship, and they love movies, but mostly for me. and this year the oscars didn't end until 11:30!!! but they hung in like champs. sweet friends.<br /><br />there were more of them (friends, that is.) but i'm terrible at taking pictures when i'm busy filling glasses and bellies. this is all i've got.<br /><br />this is the spread. i can't take credit for all of it, sadly. but most of it kept me up all night saturday and working all day on sunday!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3_tIb-LzKlOL9235yN3rwODuvKL7xRrxnmjK5TCGqn8I2x2QtZbmFQvJ8ph6M8nA8wVVuBFTF0TgNV4zz1MYEShD9jsXtpM7FBCkLIbF44_hp4GInpyNuXnsVgHbvmOB7MZ866bOMOi3/s1600-h/IMG_3382.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393625346784658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3_tIb-LzKlOL9235yN3rwODuvKL7xRrxnmjK5TCGqn8I2x2QtZbmFQvJ8ph6M8nA8wVVuBFTF0TgNV4zz1MYEShD9jsXtpM7FBCkLIbF44_hp4GInpyNuXnsVgHbvmOB7MZ866bOMOi3/s400/IMG_3382.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU75BcIgvIa7KpXpgf_EN8QIiQPCbxqAAORF-F1JrXmdvDNzPEtIsblmnj6m2vDSjVUHhy5IVsVLaFKcOugdiHvVePQzylWYujFTq7OUKT288zcmDu-Kyd-rOr_W1zxt8BC4zw1TC2C82w/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393614889974914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU75BcIgvIa7KpXpgf_EN8QIiQPCbxqAAORF-F1JrXmdvDNzPEtIsblmnj6m2vDSjVUHhy5IVsVLaFKcOugdiHvVePQzylWYujFTq7OUKT288zcmDu-Kyd-rOr_W1zxt8BC4zw1TC2C82w/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" /></a><br /><br />i'm most proud of my desserts! the little cheescake recipe was from redbook, called black-bottom cheesecakes, and they were delicious! the recipe called for creme freche, it was an excellent change in place of regular sour cream. and the other is irish coffee cupcakes. the frosting has whiskey in it. i had my doubts, but it was just enough to give the perfect flavor.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82gwRC9Imas4Np7zsk09CaFR09uClosvKfb5CxmqpbHOMfX9FZZuqDFg-g0fDIfnjD4OpAmlqBjRJwxOgXHC0K6Ol5zEamaZrInnq3vSyuxSEm5NsXBb3l19EeZfoM3UNRz8bKxy5mE5V/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393606130184866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82gwRC9Imas4Np7zsk09CaFR09uClosvKfb5CxmqpbHOMfX9FZZuqDFg-g0fDIfnjD4OpAmlqBjRJwxOgXHC0K6Ol5zEamaZrInnq3vSyuxSEm5NsXBb3l19EeZfoM3UNRz8bKxy5mE5V/s400/IMG_3387.JPG" /></a><br />i told todd that if he didn't smile i would post this as 'todd passed out from drinking too much early in the evening." so, it is. (but not really.)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5AQ4ST0Le6UPDc3b14pIpfoOd2emC-nxakr3y1j09YMCuW5M3RVKaMJiDAioBwnOEa_ApFkC1QTL4d1I8K0ixwBsbtq1hHpMf-AFsB-WPIq6fcvc1GOUTRn7JvS1c18qh9eNg2AMcnfy/s1600-h/IMG_3386.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393589628946466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5AQ4ST0Le6UPDc3b14pIpfoOd2emC-nxakr3y1j09YMCuW5M3RVKaMJiDAioBwnOEa_ApFkC1QTL4d1I8K0ixwBsbtq1hHpMf-AFsB-WPIq6fcvc1GOUTRn7JvS1c18qh9eNg2AMcnfy/s400/IMG_3386.JPG" /></a><br /><br />leah and shaune, the cutest little besties.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvE9pXQZL0uABSeUkAsAnfbbxja5klEmIjlxwtPsFH7ErsB6eIT0j7hMvGKBE4Cl3EGkserWJ25G78Tv4PUmH6mtDy37V-EEgNWzPyRNoNOygs8xWFtxo_Dq2l3zC7h_pzXAWz_o5TxAq/s1600-h/IMG_3385.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393576970515490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvE9pXQZL0uABSeUkAsAnfbbxja5klEmIjlxwtPsFH7ErsB6eIT0j7hMvGKBE4Cl3EGkserWJ25G78Tv4PUmH6mtDy37V-EEgNWzPyRNoNOygs8xWFtxo_Dq2l3zC7h_pzXAWz_o5TxAq/s400/IMG_3385.JPG" /></a><br />april doing what she does best. haha! really, she loves food. i don't know where it all goes.<br /></div></div>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17294651741575221486noreply@blogger.com4