Saturday, February 28, 2009
Social Quarantine
Last Saturday, when I was still healthy, I got to see my cousin Stephanie! She dropped in to Provo and gave me a call, which was really unexpected, but also fun. I was glad that she thought to call me, because I had a good time catching up with her, etc. That night, Becky and I went to a free concert in Provo to see our friend Rick's band (about which has already been posted, I know . . .). I think what really made the night, aside from the rock star-esque mannerisms employed by our fellow 227th-ward-member, was the foosball table! Now, I don't profess to be an expert at foosball. In fact, I stink at it. But when it became available, I dragged Becky over there with me, where we had a good time making fools of ourselves trying to play the game and remember to spin the players in the correct direction.
Sunday was, as ever, a good day. I sang in sacrament meeting with Lindsay, Dallin, and Mike for the special musical number. For having been thrown together twelve hours earlier, it turned out really well, so kudos to my fellow singers for that. Hooray! After church, Kaila and Alecia invited us over for cabbage soup (excellent!). Is this sharing meals at 777 becoming a trend? I think it is! (It also inspired esther to get the soup recipe and make it herself later this week . . . would have been a good addition to the meal plan if all of our health issues hadn't reacted badly to the smell . . .)
I went out for dinner with my old friend Chris on Wednesday evening. He is one of my Oregon buddies, and I haven't seen him for over a year. Not good! Unlike the food, which was good. (wingers) And Chris, while he has changed in some ways, really hasn't changed at all. Total flirt. But then again, so am I. Good fit. It's always nice, though, to be reminded that there are guys in the world who are gentlemen. Chris is flirty, yes, but he really knows how to treat a girl the way she deserves, even if it's a girl that he's not necessarily trying to impress (i.e., me). Hope in men is restored!
Last night, Esther and I took advantage of our fleeting benevolent moods and made dinner for Becky and Noah, then left them alone to enjoy the rest of their evening together without any fear of us bugging them or them bugging us. We basically ordered Becky to not arrive home before 6 o'clock, so I'm sure that her suspicions informed her we were doing something that involved dinner, but I'm sure she didn't suspect rose petals strewn across the living room floor (a last-minute addition so that they'd know they'd have to go to the kitchen). It was excellent timing, actually. We had just set everything on the table, lit the candles, and gotten the dishes put away when we heard Becky's laughter, so when they walked in, we just walked right out. After which we went to Carabbas. Mmm. And we all know how I feel about Carabbas. Scrumptious.
-Me
"It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like." -Jackie Mason
Monday, February 23, 2009
I Wanna Be Sedated
Sometimes I wonder if everybody has multiple personalities. Some are just better at masking them, so they're not clinically diagnosed. Becky and I went to a concert on Saturday night to see our friend Rick's band play. I wouldn't ever describe Rick as being shy, but he does come across as a bit reserved. But to watch him sing up there with his band was so fun because he suddenly became a rock star! It just seemed so out-of-character. But as I reflect on my friends, he's not the only example I can think of about a person who has seemingly become someone else. Case in point: Esther Morris. She's the nicest person in the world, and you think she would never do anything at all "mean" to others, when, at the moment you least expect it, she gets this mischievous glint in her eye and "Ishtar Morrisse" emerges. Before you know it, she's jumping on people who think they're all safe and sound in their beds. Not only that, she's laughing this evil chuckle, reveling in the destruction of someone's rest. (Or when she orders someone to do something. Esther doesn't give orders!)
Take me, for instance. I like to think that I'm a pretty normal-ish adult-esque young woman. But put something that relates to Disney or the Muppets in front of me, and I'm five! Like when I got Beauty and the Beast, and I leaped around in joy about it; or that I chose to watch The Muppet Movie on Thursday night when I was in a movie mood; or that I bought a Disney songbook and was laughing myself silly while playing "Under the Sea" and "Be Our Guest". Who does that, really? Some bizarre five-year old personality of me, that's who. She just takes over. I don't know what to call that version of me. And then there's "Gan Nelson", who's like my evil twin and is responsible for all the strange occurrences in the Halfway House, like all the cookies going missing (although I think the several personalities of Esther and Becky help out in such instances, too).
So how many personalities do I actually have? Hmm . . . who knows, really? I can think of several. And there's no telling when which one will surface. There's shy Megan, loud Megan, diva Megan (believe me, diva megan is conceited and a total drama queen . . . I'm really trying to suppress her) . . . Too bad there's not a kind, fun, talented, charming, just-the-right-
-Me
P.S
Hello everyone! This is Esther (for reals, not the personality of Megan that thinks she is Esther) I just wanted to verify Megan's theory that we may all have multiple personalities by letting you all know that just a few moments after she read me this latest post I found myself cowering under a barrage of pillow beatings from Gan Nelson. She came out of nowhere! One second I was chatting with the wonderful, sweet Megan-who despite what she may think, has so many good qualities I can't number them-and the next minute Gan was upon me with the pillow beating. No harm was done, even Gan does not try to maim people, but she is definitely proof that there are, at least in the Halfway house, too many personalities and too few people to contain them all:)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Back in the Saddle Again
Monday morning brought Alicia and Kaila over to our place once more for a yummy breakfast (hooray for bacon!) and watching Everything is Illuminated, which Esther immediately fell in love with and promptly ordered once we finished. I really liked it, as well, so I'm glad that Esther bought it and I live with her so I don't have to buy it to watch it.
Esther also got the "Spruce Moose" from her sister, so that now means that come Wednesdays, I don't have to drive her to and pick her up from the temple anymore! It was kind of weird to not have to do that when Wednesday rolled around this week. I've gotten so used to it. Now I don't have to be the constant chauffeur. Well, at least for Esther I don't. Although now we get to play "musical cars" in the morning when I leave for work, because it's usually the Moose that parks behind Douglas in the driveway rather than the other way around.
When I left the temple on Thursday, it was just too beautiful a day to not take a couple of pictures, even with my wet hair that didn't look terribly attractive
I resumed running this week. Now that it's no longer ten degrees outside, I'm willing to run outside again (which is the only way i run, so the last time i went running was probably in november . . . oops!). Don't get me wrong; it's still plenty cold. But it's warm enough that I'm willing to brave the coldness of it (which sounds a little oxymoronic, but it makes sense in my head) to run once more. I just need to make sure my ears are sufficiently covered, because cold ears is usually the most excruciating experience of running in the cold for me. (although, my lungs wanting to explode on me yesterday was no picnic, either.) But I'm feeling good about getting back in the habit. Hooray for good habits! (especially since i have so few of those . . .)
-Me
"The second half of a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired in the first half." -Fyodor Dostoevsky
Saturday, February 14, 2009
What the World Needs Now is Love, Sweet Love
So, in honor of this totally overblown holiday (says the bitter single girl), I have decided to make another list of those things that I love, just as I did last year. So here goes:
1. My family
2. Heavenly Father
3. Jesus
4. My roommates
5. Grover/Douglas/Old Faithful/Compy (all inanimate objects, mind you)
6. My friends
7. Really good books
8. Really good movies
9. The hope for spring
10. Sunshine on snow (because it looks pretty, and it also makes the snow melt)
11. Laughter
12. Music
13. Simple pleasures (avocados, sleeping in)
14. Ways of saying "I love you"
15. Food
16. Mom's annual package of sugar cookies shaped like hearts
Once again, there are several things that could make this list go on and on, but I will stop there to save you from an overdose of sweetness. Clearly, despite my comments of Valentine's Day being an overblown holiday, I am still a big fan of love. I hope to do better at expressing it every day, and not just once a year. (really, it's me, the biggest sap in the world . . . how could i not be a fan of love?)
In terms of actual events, I still remain a pretty boring person, despite all my hopes to be more cool. However, last week I experimented at Esther's suggestion (meaning, her "force") and made German food! Spaetzle, Rotkohl, a roast; I was a bit nervous about how it would turn out, but it actually turned out well, which was a relief. So Dad's jealousy that he couldn't partake was well-founded (although he paid me back this last week, sending me pictures and texts from him and mom in hawaii . . . how rude).
I also had my Kelly cousins over for dinner on Sunday, which ended up being totally fun. It kind of is stinky of me that I don't do very well at keeping in contact with the family that's even in Provo. So I determined to change that and invited them over, and all was good. Especially when Brett started doing the dishes without even being asked (which is occasionally more than my roommates will do . . . j/k, j/k, j/k!). But good times to be had all around.
Big news on the Megan looks department: I got a haircut last Saturday, and I'm pretty excited about it. I am such a wimp when it comes to my hair, and I don't remember the last time I had it up to my shoulders . . . probably four or five years ago. I still value my long hair, and it was kind of amusing when Alesia (the stylist) had combed out my wet hair and asked me, holding the scissors before the first cut, "Are you ready for this?" But I tell you, I should get drastic haircuts more often! Everyone (well, every girl) in my ward that saw me last weekend at stake conference (which was a fair amount, considering i was an usher for the sunday session) told me how cute my hair was! Boosted my confidence about five levels. Maybe even six!
And now it's President's Day weekend, and I still have yet to figure out what I'm going to do with my day off. Hmm. Must think.
-Me
"I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!" -Tom Lehrer