tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113838382011-11-22T17:59:50.411-07:00meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-60963254975735447182011-10-10T13:31:00.000-06:002011-10-10T13:31:02.833-06:00

Talk about a good movie show.  Series I is out on DVD and Series II premieres on Masterpiece in January. It's airing right now in the UK though. And it is epic. I'm just saying...

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-13125550994412868942011-10-07T10:30:00.000-06:002011-10-07T10:30:01.024-06:00

Wow. That was fast.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-13837084213376187212011-05-10T09:36:00.001-06:002011-05-10T09:36:39.944-06:00

Well folks, it's Tuesday, so it's time for another total cop out exciting referral to my Top Ten Tuesday post over at the Blue Bookcase. In fact, my post today was sort of a sequel to one I did a few weeks ago and never mentioned here, so I'm giving you another twofer. But don't worry, Flashback Friday is going to be "dam" good. But until then, here are: Mean Girls I Want To Punch In The Face

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-90862208630096485852011-04-22T07:00:00.001-06:002011-04-22T10:43:40.446-06:00

Happy Earth Day! Last year, I celebrated like this: This year I'm in San Francisco hoping for a glimpse of this: So that next year I might wear this legitimately, if ironically:

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-82712008468960045222011-04-03T20:43:00.003-06:002011-04-03T20:53:15.647-06:00

... that this:Is all my fault.I went shopping after the second session of General Conference yesterday and was late getting to girls' night out so I left the bags in my trunk.I only remembered them when I was in a different car on the way to my parents' house and I maybe said a quick prayer that the aerosol cans wouldn't explode in the heat. (It was 65 degrees after all.)Well, they didn't explode

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-71152448488937315092011-03-22T08:00:00.001-06:002011-03-22T14:10:31.900-06:00

Search Engine. Analytics. Feed Reader. News. Images. Chat. VoIP. YouTube. Blogger. Is there anything Google doesn't do and doesn't do pretty well? Sometimes (always) I'm pretty sure Google is (way) smarter than I am. For instance, you know when you accidentally misspell a search term:How does it know that's what you meant? My old coworker Wes wrote about this phenomenon much more intelligently

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-18655592566976648552011-03-15T14:47:00.003-06:002011-03-15T15:49:29.169-06:00

This week's topic is another post I did for The Blue Bookcase. The original idea was to list ten fictional characters I'd like to have in my family, but I answered a question about my favorite fictional best friends a few weeks ago and felt like I would be reinventing the wheel. So instead I wrote about some of the worst characters I could think of. I wrote this post sometime between 1 and 2 this

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-32288590147369808442011-03-14T05:45:00.000-06:002011-03-14T12:03:43.664-06:00

Having the worst lungs on the planet isn't easy, but I somehow manage to live what feels like half my life with some kind of chest congestion or another. However, earlier this year I had a cough that just would not quit. We're talking weeks and weeks and weeks. Since none of my usual coping methods were working, I finally I decided to go to the doctor. I've had pneumonia no less than five times,

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-70289973173158778702011-03-06T16:59:00.000-07:002011-03-07T00:04:13.987-07:00

I know I've talked about it a little bit before, but I really am a complete failure at keeping a journal. The sum total of records I've made in my life is paltry, and each of the few entries is usually headed with a variation on a common theme: I'm sorry I haven't written in so long but I promise to do better...Usually I am frustrated when I flip through these few pages. I often do in fact do

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-5434241223440329562011-02-01T11:02:00.002-07:002011-02-01T11:08:48.200-07:00

Okay so this blog is beginning to look like every journal I ever started and then promptly abandoned as a kid with each entry beginning: "Sorry I haven't written for a while but..." This just cannot go on.While I'm getting my act together, please enjoy a twofer on me. Here are the last two Top 10 Tuesday posts I did over at The Blue Bookcase:The Books I Wish I'd Read As A Kid andMy Favorite Debut

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-72946614277066531232011-01-07T16:45:00.001-07:002011-01-08T00:47:12.613-07:00

So remember that one time I lived in England? I do, it seems like it was just twenty-four days ago.Psych.I don't mean that time. I'm mean the time before that time. Well, this week marks the five-year anniversary of the beginning of that best decision of my life, so I wanted to give a quick shout out to all the awesome friends I made and a nod of thanks for all of the amazing, life-changing

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-87490985369616942712011-01-04T16:59:00.001-07:002011-01-05T00:13:35.954-07:00

Okay, so remember that one time I decided to try and do this? (And succeeded a total of thirteen times...) Well, this year it's coming back bigger and better than ever! And to keep it company, I'm going to go crazy and add another meme to the mix!Top 10 Tuesdays will basically be a list of whatever I decide to numerically rank.* There's no boundaries on how ridiculous epic these lists will be.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-4513269130649781812010-12-02T09:42:00.002-07:002010-12-02T10:00:21.789-07:00

Dear Boys,Some advice on roping a girl into a confession session days before she is moving to another country during which you profess your love and ponder at length the truly mysterious circumstances as to why you never dated before now: Don't do it. At the very best, she'll think you're either really slow on the uptake or simply a coward. At the very worst she'll think you're nothing but a

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-42009950950061334782010-10-20T14:15:00.002-06:002010-10-20T14:45:13.105-06:00

I can't believe it's been over a month since my last post. My bad.And I have so much to talk about, I don't even know where to begin.I could talk about the miracle of finishing my dissertation on time.Or my new B-list celebrity project.Or that one time I accidentally went to the Strictly Come Dancing premiere.Or how I won the Weakest Link.Or saw Michael Ball perform.Or GLEEKed out with Jonathan

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-83809072191387082132010-09-15T15:00:00.000-06:002010-09-16T06:00:37.206-06:00

Everybody loves a good murder, so everyone who is anyone is celebrating the 120th birthday of the Grand Dame of Mystery. There's even an official logo:London hotels that once boasted Christie as a guest are having special teas.ITV is having an Agatha Christie marathon all weekendBBC4 has commissioned three new radio dramatizations to play this weekEven Google is in on it, quite cleverly too:I

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-53440072339301979982010-09-14T13:39:00.005-06:002010-09-14T16:21:51.147-06:00

Yesterday I was so freakishly productive I hardly recognized myself. But that may have been partly due to the fact that the first time I looked in the mirror all day was at 2 o'clock in the morning and with all the eye-rubbing and hair-pulling and pyjama-wearing of the previous seventeen hours I looked more like this:Needless to say, that's not a good look for me. So today I returned to my usual

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-54025905771909185562010-09-09T12:26:00.002-06:002010-09-09T12:48:07.276-06:00

So I decided to take a break from blogging about procrastinating my dissertation, to procrastinate my dissertation by writing about books. And now I'm procrastinating my dissertation to blog about that. Still with me?I took up an offer from The Blue Bookcase to submit a guest review of a book of my choice and they posted it here today. I wrote about one of my favorite YA quick reads, Eva

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-82404159091427863382010-09-03T03:29:00.000-06:002010-09-03T08:06:41.252-06:00

First, some disclaimers:1. I had to google like 10 things about this blog title. a.I had no idea what a Bundesliga is. i. But I think it sounds awesome. ii. And according to Wikipedia it is, in fact, quite awesome. b. I have no idea who Angela Merkel is. i. But Merkel sounds like Urkel, who is awesome. ii. And according to Wikipedia she is the Chancellor of Germany. So...awesome? c

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-85404755211509424072010-08-30T19:13:00.002-06:002010-08-30T19:19:56.579-06:00

So I was thinking about writing a short blog about the fun and crazy things I've done to avoid working on my thesis, but at the rate I'm going, I should probably start looking for a book deal...See you when I finally finish. Slash never.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-4237190861027235862010-08-13T18:07:00.005-06:002010-08-13T18:43:31.301-06:00

I met a truly lovely and slightly tipsy old man on the tube this afternoon. He told me I looked like Meryl Streep. I was unbelievably flattered (more like unbelieving and flattered) and left the station with a smile on my face.Then, by the strangest of coincidences, I was sorting through some pictures on my laptop tonight, trying to clear some space on my alarmingly full hard drive and stumbled

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-72755253480357492382010-07-25T16:19:00.006-06:002010-07-25T17:03:50.677-06:00

So I do freelance editing on the side for a few different companies. It's usually pretty simple stuff and the extra cash is nice, although I have had to pull a few all-nighters to finish a project with a hard deadline on time and the older I get the more money those seem to be worth. (Oh, to be a freshman again.)Anyway, I started this job when I was back in the states visiting and I have still.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-22550141138001017912010-07-22T16:15:00.000-06:002010-07-22T18:19:46.943-06:00

Yes, I may or may not have been reminded about this talk by a recent blog we a know and loathe (love), but that's beside the point.Today was totally one of those days. You know, the kind where you have absolutely too much to do so you hurl yourself from task to task trying to get at least some of them done and in fact pretty much fail at all of them? Yes, that kind of day. I can't handle two days

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-1431871536350279942010-07-19T17:53:00.004-06:002010-07-19T18:34:31.620-06:00

Today at FHE, the person assigned to give the spiritual thought was stuck on a train and was unable to make it; so literally at the last minute, another member volunteered to do it. The thought was short and to the point, but as someone sitting next to me commented, it was probably the best FHE thought he had ever heard. I had to agree. And since it was quite a perfect syzygy of events and

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-6436532864574202442010-07-15T16:36:00.003-06:002010-07-15T16:39:23.825-06:00

Why am I studying here in London when I could be back in P-town studying like a scholar, scholar?

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-37058133359549770962010-07-14T19:08:00.006-06:002010-07-14T19:50:15.054-06:00

Dear Adriane,I'm still fighting jetlag, but in my late-night facebook trawling whilst attempting to numb my brain into a REM cycle (and I just spent way too much time there trying to find verbs that could carry an extended laundry metaphor before I gave up to switch my actual laundry), I came across this article posted by my cousin Susan on her page and it sure made me sit up and take notice.So

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-62076457245495572132010-05-31T16:13:00.001-06:002010-05-31T23:15:23.566-06:00

We keep the day. With festal cheer, With books and music, surely we Will drink to him, whate'er he be, And sing the songs he loved to hear. -Tennyson In Memoriam A.H.H.I'm back in Orem for a few weeks helping the fam with the move and today, as we amassed enough giveaways to stock DI for the next year, Tay and La introduced me to some of the quality American television I've been missing for the

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-34693954995845147102010-04-23T17:37:00.005-06:002010-04-23T18:05:20.207-06:00

As does the madness.So it's April. And apparently it's been that way for quite a while. And realistically, it'll probably be May before I resurface again. But I'd just like to point out that not all madness can be a bad thing:Yep. That's me who ended up in second place. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. So hopefully I'll squeak through this month and see y'all

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-61715080491120658902010-03-19T19:37:00.003-06:002010-03-19T20:20:46.614-06:00

...but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for...I'm in the middle of two huge papers, I've got to finalize my dissertation topic, I'm prepping for a big work conference next week, I just got a new calling, my lease runs out in two weeks and I haven't found a new place yet, the next issue of Mormon Artist is supposed to be out in a week, and I've got two freelance jobs to finish up. Basically

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-57603227263317151912010-03-16T18:14:00.008-06:002010-03-16T18:41:55.104-06:00

Box Hill, photo by the talented and intrepid Lindsey Stevens.May I come in?You know you need never ask! Please do and tell me how you've been. It seems weeks since you've been here.Yes, well. I stayed away at first because I thought it would be easier for me. And then I stayed away because I have something to tell you which I am afraid you will not like.Nothing you could say would ever be

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-674854748671369672010-01-25T19:05:00.002-07:002010-01-25T19:05:00.233-07:00

I've got a bit on insomnia going again. This of course throws my whole routine into disarray. Instead of operating during normal working hours, I spend half the night puttering around and half the day pushing the snooze button on my mobile. It wouldn't be so bad if I were in any way productive during these late night hours. I could be cleaning my room, working for my job, commenting on the

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-71751806944023994392010-01-01T00:00:00.004-07:002010-01-01T00:00:05.927-07:00

I tend not to make New Year's Resolutions--officially at least--but one thing that never fails to make my nonexistent list is journal writing. I am officially the world's worst journal writer. My paltry attempts to jumpstart my chronicling could literally fill a bookcase with beautiful notebooks full of empty pages.So my first unofficial goal of 2010 is to sketch out a little more of my life than

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-84331890732497400482009-12-14T01:15:00.002-07:002009-12-14T01:27:43.768-07:00

...I'd show the best parts of the weekend:When Santa Claus sat next to me on the tube. (And when I got to Camden and saw that Santa was sitting next to everyone on the tube.)The electrician who opened a side panel on his repair truck to reveal a full tea service. (Silver kettle and all.)The Christmas tree at Trafalgar Square. (And the even better one in the Finsbury Park apartment.)The primary

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-88000359328276366962009-12-11T07:10:00.002-07:002009-12-11T07:14:37.712-07:00

I don't really watch TV over here, but on the rare occasion that I do, I have to say the commercials are one of my favorite parts. I anticipate them in the same way I anticipate trailers at the movies. You might even say it's like watching Super Bowl commercials ALL THE TIME.For example:

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-5180896679956928172009-12-03T06:39:00.006-07:002009-12-04T07:33:52.041-07:00

In August 2005, the Royal Mint held a competition to design a new look for British currency. Over 4000 entries were submitted and Matthew Dent was chosen as the winner. His design premiered in April 2008 and is a very modern tribute to tradition as it turn the various denominations of coins into puzzle pieces that fit together to form the Royal Arms, with the pound coin displaying the full design

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-36080418078278371512009-11-11T04:00:00.000-07:002009-11-11T19:46:45.091-07:00

Amidst the carnage of the Battle of Ypres, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Army penned a few hurried lines. Dissatisfied with the result, he tossed his pad away. It was retrieved by a fellow officer who sent it to Britain and on December 8, 1915 McCrae's lines ran in the London papers:In Flanders FieldsIn Flanders Fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-10545452593256369302009-11-10T04:43:00.005-07:002009-11-10T05:32:36.745-07:00

This is where I go to school:It's called the Senate House and its massive space is mostly consumed by the renowned Senate House Library, as well as the administrative offices of the University of London.Construction on the building was completed in 1937 and since then Senate House has enjoyed quite a variety of footnotes in both world history and popular culture.The foyer was a shooting location

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-13450986032258755572009-11-03T07:23:00.004-07:002009-11-03T07:36:29.066-07:00

So probably the only thing Oklahoma and London have in common is the Laurence Olivier Award Hugh Jackman won for playing Curly in the West End.But wouldn't you be busting out "Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'" if this is the first thing you saw when you opened your window?Because that's what I did. And I'm Oklahoma-O.K. with that even if this is technically Westminster.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-4773318980052354372009-10-28T07:42:00.004-06:002009-10-28T08:18:24.680-06:00

Despite being a red-blooded American, I've adjusted to the metric system quite well. Besides being familiar with two liters of soda, I can make rough conversions in my head from mile to kilometer, and from ounce to gram, etc. On a semi-related note, I can even handle thinking about the weather in degrees Celsius and the day in military time.But, when ordering a four-pack of tupperware on

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-27353642773536410902009-10-20T13:23:00.004-06:002009-10-20T13:33:30.154-06:00

So I'm pretty sure someone slipped a Mickey into my drink this past weekend because things sure got fuzzy for a while there. Horizon tilted, faces morphed and changed, colors swam in and out of focus, music was loud and jarring, and nothing made any sense. I think I was high.Or...I might have seen this:It's a toss-up.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-75564907128576824502009-10-13T15:05:00.002-06:002009-10-13T15:27:28.158-06:00

It was bound to happen sooner or later.Between walking through the buildup of pollutants one expects to find in a big city,breathing the trapped air circulating and recirculating in the tube stations,and forgetting to shut my windows before bed when half the building chain smokes through most of the night on the sidewalk outside, (Albeit five stories down but inexplicably upwind from my apartment

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-28947019344347491092009-10-07T14:59:00.005-06:002009-10-08T07:06:41.591-06:00

Last Sunday, I packed a lunch and in between conference sessions I walked over to Hyde Park to have a picnic here:*sigh*I cannot wait for the rest of the leaves to turn.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-72745187305133964422009-10-01T15:19:00.002-06:002009-10-01T15:39:04.456-06:00

I don't think anyone could have been more surprised than I was when the plane's wheels touched down at Gatwick. My surprise was threefold:It was the best landing I've ever experienced. The rubber kissed the tarmac so softly I swear it didn't make a sound. And if I hadn't had a window seat I wouldn't even have realize we'd landed. I was about ten seconds away from having to apply for an Atlanta

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-19043737381880376812009-09-22T13:30:00.002-06:002009-09-22T14:00:07.939-06:00

or should I say worst late planes?So, I'm not in London. If everything had gone according to schedule, I should be crawling into bed in my new flat after forcing myself to stay awake all day. Instead, I've been chillaxing at the airport in Atlanta for the past fourteen hours.Apparently Atlanta almost became the new Atlantis last night and hundreds of flights were delayed or cancelled. After a

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-44573173840191870322009-09-16T07:17:00.003-06:002009-09-16T07:34:52.764-06:00

So, this one time I'm moving to London in five days. And I'm still struggling with that whole "packing" concept. Leaving all my books behind is bad enough, but narrowing down my clothing options is a close second on the masochistic packer scale.My mom says I should employ the mix 'n match technique where at least a dozen different outfits can be created using only two pieces of material, five

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-39773812859931688102009-09-11T08:05:00.003-06:002009-09-11T08:41:15.294-06:00

I feel like I need to do something to commemorate the anniversary of September 11th, but I doubt I could find the language to do it adequate justice. Words come easy: terror, courage, faith, fear, love, pain, strength, sadness, disbelief, regret, patriotism, freedom, but combining them into a cohesive, fitting tribute escapes me.There is a term in psychology called Flashbulb Memory. It defines a

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-8352334491271677122009-09-11T07:19:00.002-06:002009-09-11T07:41:21.001-06:00

I submit that this is one of, if not the best Jim Halpert/Dwight Shrute pranks:I'm with Brad Paisley in thinking this would be one sweet trick (and pretty useful too), but I'm 99.9% sure a letter from Future Meagan isn't coming any time soon.But thanks to this sweet site, I can write to Future Meagan. You should try it too!It's also cool to read (with caution) some of the public entries.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-17922329518500283322009-09-09T14:48:00.004-06:002009-09-09T15:04:11.338-06:00

So I was heading in from some errands this afternoon when my neighbor beckoned me over to the fence and offered me two perfectly luscious, just-picked tomatoes. I love tomatoes, so I eagerly accepted, charmed by the Home Improvement-ishness of it all. I got into the house and pretty much immediately sliced one up to eat. When I was finished, I opened the fridge to put the other one in the

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-43561874031124230622009-08-28T10:41:00.002-06:002009-08-28T10:43:52.716-06:00

If only finding Mr. Right were this simple...

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So I've started the long and arduous process of sorting, storing, and packing for my upcoming move. Packing isn't my favorite thing in the world to do, it's not exactly in spider territory, but it definitely ranks higher than, say, getting struck by lightning.And the worst part this time around is limiting myself to the "essentials". My heart actually hurts as I regretfully remove pictures,

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Today I was cleaning out the notes on my iPhone when I came across this list from almost a year ago:Funny Things I Heard at the BYU/Utah State Football Game"Most teams count points. We count first downs.""This BYU timeout will also be a media timeout.""What? The media hasn't gone home yet?""That's another Utah FOURTH DOWN!""I think I just pulled something."I really need to start keeping a journal

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I hate spiders. The are the most disgusting, abominable, awful, beastly, cloying, creepy, detestable, distasteful, foul, frightful, ghastly, grody, gross, gruesome, hateful, hideous, horrid, horrific, icky, loathsome, lousy, macabre, monstrous, nasty, nauseating, nerdy, noisome, objectionable, obnoxious, odious, offensive, outrageous, repellent, repugnant, revolting, rotten, satiating, scandalous

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-55759717114949029172009-08-12T13:31:00.005-06:002009-08-12T14:10:02.636-06:00

So, I was feeling like I was perma-this:Which made me think of this: If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.~Frank Lloyd Wright on Technology So I took a little break to do some of this:

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It's been a while since I've blogged. It's not that I don't have anything to say, in fact I have tons of stuff I could talk about. June has been one of the craziest months in recent memory and I don't think I've been this tired since finals week in April 2004:This is Bekka and me minutes after finishing up our last set of Freshman year finals. Note that my dark circles extend nearly to my chin.

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In honor of those soldiers who both lived and died on the beaches of Normandy, today's Flashback Friday is a little bit different. Tomorrow is the 65th Anniversary of D-Day. I have no fun facts, only respect and gratitude for those heroes.Here's a song written by British artist John Tams paired with footage of Operation Overlord:And you can click here to link to the U.S. Army's site for more

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The grandparentals were in town for this:So there has been much craziness for the past few days. Not the least of which was when my mom broke one ankle and sprained the other which pushed back Flashback Friday another week. (Unless you count reminiscing about the last time she sprained her ankle at the Heaton Ranch '91 Reunion.)But even with all the drama, it's always fun when grandpa comes, when

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In an embarrassing lack of syzygy, me, myself and my immune system are having a bit of a spat. While me and myself are strong supporters of health and wellness, my immune system finds that (in)tolerable. Because once you're in, you're in, right?Right. In bed.It started with an annoying little tickle in my throat three days into my trip to Cali, but when I woke up after a 7+ hour crash

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-51109563806397943542009-05-13T10:21:00.003-06:002009-05-13T10:24:41.401-06:00

Poor girl never knew what hit her... (Witnessed in Rock Canyon Park on 5/5/09.)

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-25714069877399785452009-05-05T10:55:00.003-06:002009-05-05T11:41:59.164-06:00

Over Christmas break, the fam undertook the nearly overwhelming project of sorting out all our books. I’m not what our final count was, but I know the Excel document was running at 150+ pages of titles. Family projects = INSANITY.But we finally (mostly) got it finished with 7-8 boxes of duplicates/cast offs left over that Lauren has been selling on Amazon.com.One of her books was returned in the

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-34692605717808026202009-04-29T11:26:00.006-06:002009-04-29T15:15:21.666-06:00

As I mentioned before, Bekka and I took in a BYU baseball game last weekend. We were in the bottom of the second when something a few rows in front of us caught our attention:This couple was holding hands across an empty chair. With further investigation, we found that the girl was wearing a ring but the guy wasn't, which could only mean one thing: Girl was surreptitiously cheating on absent

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-28538717974275997332009-04-27T10:09:00.003-06:002009-04-27T10:17:22.201-06:00

...mommy got dressed up to go out and play with the puppies:"She looks like Punky Brewster," said Meagan."Now would be the perfect time to bring your boyfriend home to meet the parents," said Taylor."She's the unibomber!" said Ian."Wazzup, Dawgs?" said Mommy.And they all died laughing.The End.

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Having completely forgotten that BYU graduation was going on (although the insane traffic should have tipped me off), I headed down to Provo last night for some Jdawgs and baseball goodness.It's true that the sea of caps and gowns made me feel a little nostalgic, but it mostly made me excited to start school again. Which then got me thinking about the last time I was a beneficiary of the British

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Daffodils I WANDER'D lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly

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{oops...wrote and forgot to post this...}Okay, yes, I've taken a bit of a vacation from Flashback Fridays. Time to repent. So let's talk about vacations. Specifically: Spring Break.My family has been on Spring Break this week, and while I love spending time with the fam, it's wreaked havoc on my work schedule. Which meant I had to spend a significant part of my weekend catching up in my basement

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-67509934072520515192009-04-16T19:47:00.004-06:002009-04-16T20:18:25.945-06:00

Main entry: in·san·i·tyPronunciation: \in-ˈsa-nə-tē\Function: nounDefinition: (a) extreme folly or unreasonableness (b) something utterly foolish or unreasonableUngrammatical sample sentence: This weather is insanity. Twelve hours ago: Twelve minutes ago:Now, I could start spouting off all sorts of crazy, but as my good friend Albert Einstein once said: "The definition of insanity is doing the

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-90452066980782885122009-04-15T14:20:00.003-06:002009-04-15T14:34:36.726-06:00

Despite opening myself to ridicule, I'm going to admit I'm an on-again-off-again fan of American Idol. (This shouldn't come as a surprise.)But lest you stop reading, thinking this is a blog in honor of Adam Lambert. It is so not. I'm off-again this season, and if you need a reason, here it is. Creeper.There have been, however, performances in past years that have given me shivers in a good way.

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When I was a baby, my grandma had a little poodle mix named Napoleon, "Nappy" for short. We were great friends:Nappy was Grandma's favorite. He went everywhere with her and she attributed some of the happiest memories of her life to the short time they were together. A time which was tragically cut short when Nappy tried to take the steep, old stairs of my grandparents' Michigan home too quickly

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-14081745321481131562009-04-13T10:24:00.002-06:002009-04-13T11:31:47.475-06:00

Love, Love, Loved this weekend: 10. Peeps. Bought two weeks ago and left out to harden. 9. Deviled eggs. Always taste better in dyed shells.8. Easter bread. As part of a delicious dinner with tons of family.7. Chocolate. Eggs, bunnies, wrapped in pastel-colored foil. 6. Ward choir number 1. "Joseph Smith's First Prayer" to the tune of "Come Thou Fount" with some a capella goodness.5. Ward choir

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-1257582098981814012009-03-30T14:26:00.004-06:002009-03-30T14:39:32.780-06:00

My friend Mindi says it's possible to determine if you are a picky eater by answering these three questions:1. Do you like green olives?2. Do you like black licorice?3. Do you like seafood?If you answer "no" to any of these questions, then you are a picky eater.Well, I was super happy to discover green olives in Andy's empanandas yesterday; when it comes to licorice, black is my flavor of choice;

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I love Dr. Seuss, but I hate this quote. Probably because I can't stop crying.My puppy Sammy is gone. Lilah is kind of lazy. Whenever we take her on a walk, she stops every 20 feet or so and looks up at us with eyes that say, "Are we done with this ridiculous process yet?"But Sammy wasn't like that. He loved going on walks. And he loved going on runs even more. So on Saturday afternoon, when he

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...so please enjoy your weekend (Friday the 13th and National Pie Day). Consider it my gift to you. I promise I'll be back when I can stay in one time zone for more than 2.5 seconds.

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Did you know that tomorrow is National Tooth Fairy Day? Well, now you do. So let's talk about teeth. This is me the first time I had a retainer (circa 1991). I was smack-dab in the middle of losing all my baby teeth and my adult teeth were coming in all sorts of wonky. If I clenched my teeth and stuck my tongue through the spaces, it made a perfect "W". I have a picture of this somewhere, but my

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-62861899012279804512009-02-20T11:45:00.009-07:002009-02-27T16:17:58.724-07:00

I'm going to Seattle in a couple weeks. That got me thinking about how long it's been since I've been back (6 years), which got me thinking about the reason I was there last time (choir tour), which got me thinking about my most* favorite class senior year (choir).I've been in a few choirs in my day, but let's face it: I can't sing a note. But that's okay, because we all know the "most obvious

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-825179398450957712009-02-18T09:31:00.004-07:002009-02-18T09:35:24.747-07:00

...shovel or make snow angels. ~ unknowndear mother nature,thanks for the reminder. and the yummy smell.apologetically,meagan

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...to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the english language. ~henry james dear mother nature, are you quite finished? hopefully, meagan and henry

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Right now we have two black labs named Samson and Delilah and we love them.I really do think it's true that pets make you live longer more fulfilling lives. Sammy and Lilah are hysterical to watch and interact with and super smart too. They've figured out how to open the door to their room and will surprise me while I'm working a couple times a week. Yep, I love pets.Which is a good thing,

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.... i'm going to release some negative energy here. (it's already been one of those weeks.)first, i'll do this:things that amuse/annoy me one a scale of 1 to 10*people who say "irregardless" - 1spelling errors or misused words in general - 2angsty facebook statii - 3publishing house editors who spell my name wrong when paying me for editing services - 4internet flash ad games - 5unsolicited

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I got carded a couple weeks ago. I don't feel old enough to be flattered by that, but I thought it was funny. (Especially since I was buying canned air at the time.) Later, as I was relating the experience to a colleague, she asked me how old I really was, and I honestly had to think about it for a second. Forgetfulness like that makes me feel too old:My mom always says she's an 18-year-old

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When I was young, my hair was pretty wavy. And instead of settling down, it's only gotten more and more contrarily curly as I've aged. I've mounted all sorts of defenses in response:Blow dryersPaddle BrushesRound BrushesCurling IronsFlat IronsHot RollersStraightening SpraysPomadesBobby PinsClippy ClawsHatsetc.It's quite the ordeal. So every once in awhile, I just take the "if you can't beat 'em,

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Flashback Friday apologizes for missing its usual post.The author has been stricken with pneumonia and/or whooping cough (apparently it still exists.)Flashback Friday will return on its regularly scheduled time next week.Thank you, and good night.

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I'm on a business trip in Denver. My company is here exhibiting at a conference, and while I have worked several conferences over the years, the last time I exhibited at a conference was the summer of 2003 in Toronto. And the last time I was in Canada before that was when I lived there. So let's talk about Canada.This is a picture of me when I was three. I loved that dress. We were getting family

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-84979202785004118612009-01-21T12:00:00.000-07:002009-01-21T12:00:01.021-07:00

I spent some time in Vegas over the holiday weekend: [insert lots of cool stuff here]I own six cameras; I just counted. So you'd think I'd be a little better at documenting my adventures than two pictures...

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In honor of the upcoming Presidential Inauguration, a story:On Wednesday, January 21, 1993, William Jefferson Clinton was sworn in as the 42nd President of the United Sates of America. Three months later my family moved to England. (That these two facts share a causal relationship may or may not be completely accurate...)But before we expatriated on principle, I was attending 2nd grade at The

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No offense to my good friend Ben Franklin, but things have changed a bit since back in the day when certainty was so limited. Nowadays I'm sure you could find loads of things to add to the list.Like... oh, I don't know, I guess you could say there's a pretty big certainty of nothing but awesomeness in a conversation prefaced by the following statement: "So, I was Googling you the other day," for

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Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. Heck, let's make it a twofer to kick things off. That's me. And that's my Uncle Jeff. I love this picture for three reasons: First, I dig how seventies it is. Especially since this was 1985. I mean, check out the afghan on the couch, and Jeff's shirt, and the lace curtain, and the yellow undertones. That's authentic vintage for you.

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On New Year's Day, I was doing some troubleshooting on my Grandma Brady's computer when a slip of paper tacked to her bulletin board caught my eye. It was in her handwriting, and it said:I can't remember. A big chunk of my history will be buried with me. My past will disappear.I'm not sure if it was original thought, or if she read it somewhere, but it got me thinking about how horrific I am at

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-40856100697696793782009-01-06T18:02:00.003-07:002009-01-09T14:50:12.251-07:00

So I thought about setting a resolution to blog every day. obviously that didn't work. so i didn't. instead i decided to work on realistic goals. like getting dressed everyday. as i'm sitting here in sweat pants, obviously that didn't work either. but if you can't wear sweat pants when you work from home, what's the point? so i've decided to compromise. here are my rules:1. sweat pants worn

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i had a turkey sandwich for lunch today. it was delicious. it also reminded me of something i meant to tell you after thanksgiving. my family is weird. i cooked a turkey the week of thanksgiving. i know what you're thinking. you're thinking, meagan, your family is not weird. you are weird. it was thanksgiving. of course you cooked a turkey. to you i say no, you're right. let me rephrase. i cooked

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A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and proceeds to fire it at the other patrons.'Why?' asks the confused, surviving waiter amidst the carnage, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder. 'Well, I'm a panda', he says, at the door. 'Look it up.'The waiter turns to the relevant

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-37840940173718472972008-11-25T10:51:00.006-07:002008-11-25T11:05:57.262-07:00

Feña turned twenty-five on Sunday, so we had a big party with his family.Question: What does a brother-in-law with a quarter-century under his belt want for his birthday? Answer: Muchos lego sets and mas muchos Toys R' Us gift cards to buy mas mas muchos lego sets, of course.And a form to legally change his last name to reflect his passion.Luckily Taylor drew the line at that one.

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-36665379972059667102008-11-21T09:51:00.010-07:002008-11-21T11:08:25.389-07:00

I apologize for the quality of this pic, I took it with my phone. I'd like to point out the lack of heads in the foreground though.That's right. Annie scored us front row seats.I now know how the beatboxer projects all the glottal stop base beats (really cool). And that they all make really funny faces. And that those stage lights are really hot. Yep, we could really see them.They could really

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-72714801312644556422008-11-20T12:57:00.002-07:002008-11-20T13:00:35.270-07:00

i had the weirdest thought today whilst draining a can of tuna.it reminded me of the strangest thing.it was kinda gross though.actually, really gross.so i'm not going to share.consider it my gift to you.*BELIEVE me. you'd say "THANKS."

meaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167371026615225495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383838.post-43208052301725652832008-11-11T11:22:00.004-07:002008-11-11T12:29:56.072-07:00

...getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it. -Ellen GoodmanWell, Ellen, I'm not normal.Let me explain.So this one time, I haven't blogged for a while, and I apologize. In the past

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Yesterday I got an anonymous delivery of these from someone both awesome and observant (thanks if it was you, btw.)But I remembered what happened last time I had these.So I've been careful, and this morning I only put a few in my purse to enjoy throughout the work day.Which is why I'm tearing my purse apart like a junkie looking for a fix at 2:15 in the afternoon...On a semi-related note, I just

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i was sitting at maestro's the other day when this painting caught my eye:"that's not what happened!" i said, before reading the title:clever artist (:

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this is my little brother, ian. he's the baby of the family. cute, huh? (click for a closer look)except recently i've noticed that he's not so much a baby anymore.it might have started when he got taller than me. like 6'2" tall.and i got an inkling when he suddenly needed a social secretary.but i think the kicker was when i started taking him driving to get his night hours.my little brother ian

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i don't scrapbook.i tried once, but spending obscene amounts of money on paper and embellishments was about as far as i got.but that misguided attempt and the fact that my old boss's visiting teaching companion owns die cuts with a view means i basically have enough scrapbooking supplies to start my own business. (i could probably start it out of my garage, since that's where it all is now.

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heaton ranch, august 2008

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my office is usually a pretty spunky, happening place, but as soon as 3 o'clock comes around, a kind of stupor sets in.we do all sorts of things to get over it:aubrey peruses fashion and gossip mags. (because uneasy lies the head that wears the celebrity trivia crown.)shea jumps on gchat. (and facebook, and blogger, and wedding sites...)mike sneaks off to jade market for a snack. (unless it's a

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so i work a lot.a lot a lot.like 50 hours a week.and that's just my "real" job.then there's my freelance editing job.and my other freelance editing job.and the work i do for mi padre.and the "favors" i do for mi madre.and my pet projects.and the eternal quest to clean my room.so basically i work ALL the time.which is why sleep is so important.unfortunately, sleep and i have been going the rounds

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do you ever have those times when old memories surface that you've kind of forgotten? i do.lately i've remembered all sorts of funny things.like that one time i lettered in football.or that time adriane and i stole ben abbott's shoes.or when the girls of sixty-fun cruised the streets of byu to "bling bling, daddy daddy"......or when shea and i skipped out on work to see david archuleta at the

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