Long time no blog and other things I haven’t been doing

Welcome to my first post of 2014. My new schedule has thrown me for a loop, and I sort of forgot I had a blog for awhile. I know all 1.5 of you have really been missing my pointless ramblings, and to be honest, I have too.

So, listen up. This post will be the least organized. HERE WE GO.

Let’s start with how much I love animals.

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My cats most of all though. Because they love me most of all. Except for maybe Fancy Feast.

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Also, they stand on me a lot. And leave beautiful artwork. So talented, those cats. And I know this picture looks like I’m just showing off my super gorgeous legs and my lovely skin tone, but really I am simply showcasing my cats’ paw prints.

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New Years was grand. It included an accordion…similar to last year.

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And the three best friends anyone could have.

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And the next morning, I got to see my favorite MOH. And we spent the first day of the year together frolicking in the pavement on our bikes and looking for places to eat that are open on New Years Day.

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It was a great start to 2014, cause I love that kid.

Okay, so then we had a wedding shower for Hannah, who you might remember is engaged, and we ate delicious cupcakes and held lots of babies and made lots of jokes about how Hannah cannot cook.

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Most recently, Casey has entered his season of business. So I have entered my season of hanging out with ALL MY OTHER FRIENDS. And missing him, obviously. Cause I love that kid, too.

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Mean Girls 2014. Sorry I’m not sorry Kristyn looks like a model cheerleada. Don’t get the reference? No worries. I got yo back.

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Cuties, am I right?

I’ll try to blog more regularly so I’m not overwhelmed by everything I want to document in my corner of the Internet. But right now I’m watching The Bachelor with friends and am missing out on quality television time with my friends.

Christmas and catnip: second edition

Second edition, because I realized that was the title of my Christmas post last year, and while normally I’d consider trying a little creative brainstorming to come up with a new title…I don’t want to.

I didn’t ask for anything this Christmas and so I got everything I didn’t even know I wanted! My friends David Yurman, Lululemon, and Kendra Scott all made appearances! It was a very extra Lululemon Christmas for me, which I think Jesus would have liked. Let me explain: Lulu sells yoga clothes. Yoga is spiritual. Jesus is also spiritual. Ergo, Jesus probably loves Lulu. And if I’m mistaken, and he doesn’t, he will forgive me for writing this post, so win-win.

I also got a new iPhone from Casey, which I’m currently typing this blogpost on because I love it so!

Other Christmastime activities include:

Listening to my friends make music.

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Seeing good friends!

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Annual Christmas lunch with these kids I’ve known FOREVER.

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Casey taking a picture of Molly while she was sitting on his lap because he couldn’t handle the cuteness. Heart warmed.

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Giving the cats catnip. Always a pleasure.

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Getting a decent picture of cats and catnip is quite a chore.

And last, but not least, celebrating Casey’s grandma’s birthday!

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Happy New Year, y’all!

Christmas parties and selfies

I know last week I kept saying I was going to tell you things “later this week!” and it really was my intention. But then Wednesday morning I woke up around 2 a.m. puking, which led me to believe I was either A. pregnant or B. dying. When I was still puking hours later, I woke Casey up and pathetically begged him to take me to a clinic, because I was sure I was only hours away from death. Luckily for me, I married someone with much more common sense than I possess, and Casey figured out quickly that it was either a bug or food poisoning. Leave it to the accountant to make a medical diagnosis! Anyway, I was feeling rather blah the rest of the week and didn’t have it in me to bloggity blog blog. SO HERE WE GO!

Last weekend was my last hoorah at my now “old job.” It was technically the company holiday party, but I made sure to greet everyone who walked in with a big ‘ol “WELCOME TO MEGAN’S PARTY!” And in case that wasn’t obnoxious enough, I then proceeded to dance on stage with the band I hired to perform all night.

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Oh and I had taken my shoes off, because…classy like that. I was very sad to be ending an era of working with such great people, like Devin…who you might remember from lots of posts.

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And Erin, who I chatted with daily! She listened to so many ramblings.

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That’s Chip, the cigar roller we hired for the par-tay. He was very good at making cigars, which I don’t think a lot of people can say! We also had a smilebooth, obvies.

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All around great going away party in honor of me.

The night before that party, we went to a Christmas party that I’m not sure was supposed to include unusual outfits, but Casey and I always like to be the best dressed wherever we go, so we went big.

At first no one could tell Casey had anything special planned for the party. (Except for the tiny hint near his shoes.) It was real casual.

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But then he took his pants off, and everyone was like “Oh wow, that outfit is SO aesthetically pleasing!”

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I, of course, wore a Christmas cat shirt.

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Festive.

Casey also wanted me to include some photos he took at the party where he was documenting all my selfies. This is REAL behind the scenes of this mildly unimportant blog.

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Very artistic. Nice documentary, Casey!

Recap of the weekend that just happened to come later this week. Or so I say now.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST SISTER-IN-LAW I’VE EVER HAD!

Marriage and literature

I’ll be the first to admit that I shamelessly click on all those articles people post on Facebook with the dozens of reasons you know you’re in your twenties or the bajillion reasons why the Hunger Games characters are actually Spongebob characters. One day I hope to be too busy with real life to read these sorts of articles, but today is not that day so I stumbled upon How You Decide Who to Marry (written by kids) for probably the seventh or eighth time. I don’t know about you but when I reread books like The Catcher in the Rye or To Kill a Mockingbird, I have a tendency to notice different things each time. Same thing happened with this well-thought-out piece of literature. Today when I read it, I started to compare things these kids were saying to what I think about marriage. (I did manage to scroll to the comments to see an obscenely lengthy debate about whether or not kids actually said these things or not. I.Don’t.Care. It’s funny either way. I’m gonna pretend it’s real, because ignorance is bliss, and I prefer bliss to the alternative (not bliss)).

Here we go.

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?

(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
- Alan, age 10

I have this down. As much as I complain about football season, I actually LOVE the fact that Casey loves football. It’s all manly and rugged and sexay. When he says “Oh God, that was a terrible play,” man, it just gets me. 

(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with.
- Kristen, age 10

I think she has this dead-on. If anyone has chosen who they’ve fallen in love with, let me know cause that is quite a feat. God knew I needed a voice of reason and someone to do my laundry. That’s why I got stuck with Casey. He got the part about me having cats and Casey not liking cats confused. Nobody’s perfect.

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?

(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
- Camille, age 10

Nailed that one. I was only a few months shy of 24 when we got married, and I had known Casey forever, minus about 15 years. 

(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.
- Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)

Smarty pants. But foolishness makes life fun, doesn’t it?

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?

(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
- Derrick, age 8

We don’t often yell at children, because we don’t have any, but we often find ourselves yelling at the same cats. (But I’m just pretending so Casey won’t think that I’m a pushover and so he’ll think I “care about our furniture.”)

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?

(1) Both don’t want any more kids.
- Lori, age 8

We want a few more, Lori. Casey is looking forward to the day we have more kids around, because he thinks once I have kids I’ll love the cats less. Poor kid is so delusional. 

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?

(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
- Lynnette, age 8 (isn’t she a treasure)

This one KILLED me, because when Casey and I started dating I remember telling him he was going to have to talk to me if he wanted to continue going on dates. Guess I hadn’t listened long enough.

(2) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
- Martin, age 10

I probably told Casey that I was normal and a well-adjusted human being at some point during the early stages of dating. May have told him I’d never have cats. People change.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?

(1) I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
-Craig, age 9

Luckily I’ve never had a bad date. But if I was having a bad date, I’d do the same thing. And instead of making sure the newspapers wrote about it, I’d just write it myself, because I’ve written many obituaries, and I know what I’d want mine to say. I am also still in contact with several editors at the Chronicle, so I could easily send it over. This is the best way out of a bad date, in my opinion. At least with my skill set. I’m also really good at playing dead. I often do it to see how much Casey really loves me. 

Just kidding. I just ask him ridiculous what-if questions. (Such as, would you still love me if I cut my hair really short in a sort of half-shaven way and then sat naked on a wrecking ball constantly? Or would you still love me if I brought home another kitten?)

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?

(1) When they’re rich.
- Pam, age 7

Seeing as I’ve been dating Casey since I was 17, I didn’t have the chance to kiss any rich guys, so………….

(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn’t want to mess with that.
- Curt, age 7

Seeing as I’ve been dating Casey since I was 17…….

(3) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It’s the right thing to do.
- Howard, age 8

I’d be a lot of times divorced. 

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?

(1) I don’t know which is better, but I’ll tell you one thing. I’m never going to have sex with my wife. I don’t want to be all grossed out.
- Theodore, age 8

I agree. Sounds disgusting.

(2) It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)

Ehhhhhh. Kinda wrong, Anita. Casey often cleans up after me. Because I’m the “creative” one. That gives me license to be a mess. And messy.

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN’T GET MARRIED?

(1) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?
- Kelvin, age 8

Hellz ya there would.

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

(1) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.
- Ricky, age 10

Good plan. Also, tell her you really love her cats and would do anything for them, even if you hate cats.

Adjectives and savings

This weekend was terrifying, hilarious, terrifying/exciting, exciting, and then old-personish, chill, disappointing, lovey, and then it ended.

Terrifying

Started with sushi with my brother and his girlfriend. Then as we were leaving, a girl spit on the ground right in front of us to which my brother responded with “Ummm why would you do that?” (Normal response, in my opinion, but then again I am his sister and am slightly biased.) To which the girl responded with crazy eyes. She would have fought my brother, but his girlfriend and I took her out before she had a chance. Just kidding, we were terrified of crazy eyes. Luckily she had a boyfriend that held her back.

Hilarious

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I had to explain a lot of the cards (which contain Urban-dictionary type words and phrases, for those of you who haven’t played) to Matthew’s girlfriend, because English is her second language, and some all of the words/phrases were not things you’d learn in an ESL class. I’d give you an example, but it would make this blog X-rated, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of status just yet. We played with my patent friends.

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The guy who looks slightly like a murderer was the birthday boy. I think he was trying to look cool and “adult-ish.”

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My face is obviously just so touchable.

Terrifying/Exciting

We put an offer on a house. If you’re surprised, you’re only maybe 1% as surprised as I was. Casey took about five weeks to do research on an electric razor only to get to the store, turn the box around in his hands for no less than 30 minutes (he’ll tell you I’m exaggerating, but this is a half-hour that is ingrained in my memory forever, and I can assure you I’m not) only to put the box back on the shelf and leave without one. So, I had convinced myself that we might not ever buy a house, and that if we did it wouldn’t be until the housing market stopped being so seller-ish. These days, you have to put an offer down that day you see it, pretty much, because houses are selling in 2-3 days with multiple offers on the table. We went and saw a house Saturday morning, and when we got in the car, Casey said he got the feeling (I’m guessing it was similar to the feeling he got when he met me, ya know “the one” or something magical and romantic like that), so we put an offer on it. I was sort of in shock the whole rest of the day. Casey left for Aggieland, and I spent some time with my mom. At one point I guess I was staring off into space and my mom asked if I was okay. I said, “I’m kind of freaking out.” And my mom said something that was supposed to be reassuring about how we had a good shot at getting the house. I said, “Mom, I’m not freaking out about not getting the house. I’m freaking out about getting the house.”

Exciting

I spent the afternoon with friends watching the Aggies win (per usual). So, that was EXCITING.

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Steven’s hairy arm ruined our emo picture.

Old-personish

Said friends went out to play laser tag and jump on trampolines, but I was so exhausted (probably from stressing about maybe buying a house) that I just went home and watched Damages by myself. Sounds depressing, but it was actually a great night. Plus, I’m pretty entertaining, and I like hanging out with myself. I was in bed by like 9 p.m., though. (I say “like 9 p.m.,” because I think it was actually closer to 8:30, but that just sounds so sad.) Again, I blame this on the idea that our entire savings account might be leaving us to be used as a down payment on a house.

Chill

Sunday was pretty chill. I tried to distract myself from thinking about the offer by watching more Damages, but I did get out to go to breakfast and the grocery store!

Disappointing

We didn’t get the house despite offering over the listing price. Apparently that thing is a hot commodity and received quite a few offers. I have to admit that while it was extremely disappointing, it was also a bit of a relief. Our savings account is safely tucked in to sleep for a bit longer.

Lovey

I went to see “About Time” with my sister-in-law. So presh. So feel-goody.

Kraygan’s and bananas

Birthday celebrations continued this weekend but came to a screeching halt on Sunday when I was practically dying from said celebrations.

My friend Kristyn, who you might remember from several of my conversations posts, has a birthday next week so we went ahead and celebrated together with my brothers on Saturday night. We called it Kraygan’s, because Kristyn sometimes goes by “kbray” so after combining that with Megan, well, it’s obvious. Kristyn and I were practically celebrities…it’s a shocker E! News wasn’t there live-tweeting the event. We started at Lupe’s, where my younger brother works, with margaritas and some food for the people who hadn’t had too many margaritas by the time the food came out and could remember we were there to eat (I was not one of those people). Afterward we went to Third Floor in Houston. All of Midtown was a zoo of Halloween parties. Thankfully I wore a dress, so whenever anyone asked what I was I just said “A model obviously.”

This night is best explained in photos (blurry iPhone pictures, because of all the celebrating), but I will end the post with some things I was caught saying at the end of the night on camera.

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Here are some of the masterpieces Kristyn and I were sending each other Friday to get pumped up.

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We are big Tuna fans. We both got each other Tuna-themed gifts, even.

And lastly, some spurts of wisdom that came flying out of my mouth Saturday night:

While discussing fraternal, or “fraternical” as I was recorded saying, and identical twins with an identical twin and explaining why fraternal was better: “Identical is just for E! News.”

In the car on the way home: “Chinese food would be ideal.”

“Was this not the best night of y’all’s life? This was like the best night of my life, like top 3.”

“My cats are really the only ones who REALLY get me.” To which Casey responded, “That kind of hurts my feelings.” To which I responded, “They don’t ever get mad at me!!! Not when I don’t clean the house, or cook dinner, or come home late.” Seems logical, even today.

To Casey a few time while walking back to the car: “Aren’t you proud of me?”

“I just want them to play ‘Wrecking Ball’…”

“Isn’t John (my little brother) handsome? Couldn’t you just EAT him, just SQUEEZE him?”

Two girls I met were wearing sparkly headbands which I promptly complimented to which they replied, “Thanks, you have really nice teeth.” I said, “Thanks. I had a headgear. Sucked my thumb til I was eight.”