I've Been Dreaming of a True Love's *CRASH* . . . ow

The word of the last couple weeks has seemed to be "party"! Seriously, I know so many people who have birthdays around this time of year, not to mention the fabulous office party we had a week and a half ago that involved pie! (unfortunately, it also involved "pi", so we had to take a test because i work with a bunch of nerds!) Anyway, for "PI" day (3/14, har har), we had a pie contest. Each group had to provide two pies to be judged for the themes of "PI" and "St. Patrick's Day". So the two pies that the Dynamic Documators (my team) came up with were both worked on by me, but the one we were especially proud of was our twist on PI--instead, we thought "P.I." as in "Private Investigator" as in "Magnum, P.I." (yay, tom selleck!) That was pretty flipping sweet (even though that placed second--what a shame), although the st. patty's day one ended up being very cute (and placed first in its category, thank you to me for decorating it at the last minute).

So fun times with pies--I've never baked a pie without my mother's supervision before, so I was a tad nervous about the crust, but hey, it tasted pretty good.

Last week a few of us from work also got to go and work on a house for Habitat for Humanity, which was kind of cool. I got to work power tools, so I felt pretty awesome. The only problem was that I smelled like sawdust for a couple of days (i showered, really!) and only a couple people I know find that particularly attractive. Oh well.

Friday night was Becky's birthday, so there were a TON of us together for that celebration. Man, she knows a lot of people. Nineteen people at Thai Ruby for dinner because she couldn't stop herself from inviting people! Crazy and loud. But pretty fun. We all watched "Enchanted" after having cake and the like at the apartment, so fun times. And, what a shock, I spent the night over there after drinking a bunch of Martinelli's with Becky and Esther (well, Esther didn't drink any, but Becky and I sure did). I love my girls. And Becky had a really good birthday, so fabulous times to be had all around.


Then Sunday was Mom's birthday and Easter! I spent the day at Becky and Esther's, although Esther was the only one there because everyone else went places for Easter dinner. But we still had a good dinner--ham and funeral potatoes. Pretty standard, but always scrumptious. People started trickling back around 8 or so, and I spent the rest of the evening back and forth between 123 and 211, which is very normal for me now. Jeremie says that he definitely sees me at least twice a week now--Wednesdays when I come and teach Kelly piano, and Sundays when I'm at 123 and their place. Glad to know I'm so predictable.

Favorite quote of the week to share: "Now if only I could find a place to rest my head for the night. Oh, I don't know. Maybe a nearby meadow or a hollow tree. Or a houseful of dwarves! I hear they're very hospitable!"-Giselle, Enchanted

With affection and alliteration, Megan.

Don't Worry, Be Happy

Well, jeepers, it's been awhile since I last posted. That's all right, though, considering my own mother doesn't even check this more than once a month, and I'm pretty sure that she and my dad are the only ones that check this . . . oh, wait, Tom and Lisa do, too, occasionally, so I guess that's a lie. Thanks, guys!

The new job is going swimmingly. Lots of things to learn, but I'm enjoying it at this point. I know cubicles are the kind of thing people hate, but I honestly felt a little thrilled to get my own cubicle with my own nameplate on it and everything. It made me feel quite grown up. In spite of that, I'm still trying to get a lot of things figured out and feel very much like a small child that doesn't know anything, but hopefully that will pass soon. For now, I'm happy to be in a permanent position in at least one area of my life--everything else is up in the air. Ack!

But other than all the decisions and responsibilities looming up before me that I just need to crack down and get done, I am feeling very happy. Last weekend, three different people commented on how happy I was acting, and that was kind of interesting. I guess I was being goofy, but their choice of word was "happy"! Go figure. I don't think I've been unhappy really recently or anything, but I do know I'm happier now than I was a year ago (not having to worry about tests and homework probably helps with that) and probably more than I was six months ago and likely more than I was three months ago. Who knows? Yes, I still will occasionally have those days (you all know what kind of "days" I'm talking about), but those days are very rare now, which is another reason to be happy. I don't want to make the people around me sad-- they're my friends! They're exactly the people I want to be happy around me! So hopefully it is true that I'm happier and showing it. Time to stop being such a baby.

Not only am I now employed in a grown-up job, I have now become a piano teacher! VERY new at this whole thing, which shocks just about everyone I know, but I really have never taught piano lessons before. And it's just to one person right now (and will probably stay that way for a bit, considering i don't have a piano here--i go to HIS apartment for lessons), but hey--kind of cool.

Still spending time with my Centennial gals that I love dearly. Last week, I crashed an Enrichment activity that some of them went to and got all mud-masked up . . . looked properly menacing, too. What fun.



So clearly, that's all fun and grand. I've basically got an overnight kit started for nights that I'm there so late I have no desire to make the five-minute drive home. My roommate even knows that if I don't come home, she doesn't have to worry because I am most likely at 123. I'm glad I'm so predictable.

All right, inspiring thought of the week: "Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn’t block traffic." -Dan Rather