Every Girl's Crazy 'Bout a Sharp-Dressed Man

Just another manic Monday, I guess. Whatever that means. Life continues to run in the same vein. Good things always happen, though. Jeremie got married on Friday, which was pretty fabulous. I was so glad I got to be there in Bountiful for the wedding. Both he and Sabra were just brimming over with glee, at least as far as I could tell. So hooray for weddings and happy times! Because I was already up north of Salt Lake, I gave my sis a call to see if I could visit her once the pictures at the temple were over. Fortunately, she said yes to a visit, so I headed up to Clinton around lunchtime. We and the two youngest kids went to McDonald's for lunch and they played around a bit. Ali attempted to use her baby blues to get out of eating the rest of her lunch so she could go play, so naturally I needed to avert my eyes. It's too easy to say yes to my adorable nieces and nephews. I stuck around for a couple hours longer and saw the other kids, and Kelly was astonished by the amount of calls and visits and extra errands she had while I was around. She kept insisting her life wasn't that "crazy", so I clearly chose a wonderful time to visit. But I am determined to visit more. I was really glad I went there. Friday was definitely a good day.

Time to wax philosophical:

Okay, so dreams are funny things. A couple weeks ago, I had a dream about a friend of mine from high school, Chip. Interesting character for a dream, considering I haven't seen or been in contact with him since graduating over seven years ago. Which begs the question: why? I'm not one to try and interpret dreams, especially after having the dream where I was dead and the entire dream was comprised of my friends' and family's reaction to hearing that I was dead. Clearly, three years later, I am still alive. (thank goodness.) However, it is kind of weird that this random old friend popped into my subconscious. The last time I had a dream about a guy I hadn't seen in years, I saw him in person just a few months later (i was 15). Coincidence? Most likely. But funny, nonetheless. So, if in the next few months, I report that I have somehow been in contact with Chip, we can all be assured that my dreams about random old friends are actually prophetic. But don't hold your breath.

Speaking of guys, isn't it amazing how a change of clothing changes our perception of them? It's the classic nerd-in-a-tux-is-suddenly-a-stud phenomenon. Put a guy you originally thought of as dim-witted in a suit, and bam! He's not too shabby. I was flipping through channels one night last week and stopped on a particular channel because I recognized this guy who was playing a lawyer. And I just thought to myself, "Woah, Roy in a suit?!?!?" I don't know the actor's actual name, but it was Roy from The Office. And considering most people know how I feel about Jim, they would know that I never rooted for Roy. Come on, who would root for a guy who says things like, "Your art . . . was the prettiest art . . . of all the art"? But man, there he was in a suit, and I couldn't get over the fact that I suddenly thought he was totally cute! Probably superficial of me to think so, but I can handle that.
And now that I've totally exposed myself to ridicule (believe me, I'm laughing plenty at myself), I believe I shall close. Besides, I'm tired out from oinking at family home evening tonight. (another story for another time.)

-Me

"If you look good and dress well, you don't need a purpose in life." -Robert Pante

Drink Up, Me Hearties, Yo-Ho!

I'm not made of money, despite what my parents say. Really. However, my spending habits on Saturday may have proved them right. Well, I didn't go on a shopping spree or anything. I only spent money in one place and on one item. But that particular item was, in fact, an iPod. I've been saying for . . . oh, I don't know . . . two years or so . . . that I would eventually get one. Well, "eventually" came Saturday. I'm already putting it to good use and everything, so I don't think it was an unwise purchase. But jeepers, do those things have to cost so much darn money? So I think any other "frivolous" purchases on my part need to be postponed for a bit. Unless, of course, some really fabulous deal comes my way. But for what, I don't know. I have everything I need, obviously; otherwise I wouldn't be dropping . . . several . . . dollars on an iPod. At least, that's the thought process.

And that is how I celebrated my "International Talk Like a Pirate" Day. You probably all forgot about that day, didn't you? Tsk, tsk. After my posting about it last year, I don't see how you did. That's okay. I was going to do a repeat of last year's activities, but when it came down to it, I was much more in the mood to watch Sword in the Stone, which I had rented the previous day, than Pirates. Sorry, Johnny. My apologies, Orlando. Better luck next year.

The previous Saturday was much more exciting than TLAPD, that's certain. Not only did I throw a fabulous party (and sorry, i'm not really willing to share the pictures . . . none of them turned out very well), I and two of my co-workers placed second in the Project Read Spelling Bee at the Provo City Library! It was a completely last-minute thing for me, considering I'd been against participating from the instant Christina sent the office an email for it, but they needed a replacement, and I was still available. And you know what? I'm a good speller. But that's of normal words. Although we lost by only a single word, I claim no responsibility for us getting as far as we did. I had no problem claiming my share of our prize, though, which was a $45 gift certificate to Carrabbas. Kind of perfect for me, eh? Yeah, I'd say so. I was pretty happy about that.

Adding to the happiness was the gathering together of my pals that night. It wasn't a terribly exciting event, but I think people enjoyed decorating their cupcakes. It was just an all-around good night, seeing people I hadn't talked to in days, weeks, months, even! So thanks go out to those who came, and I hope you enjoyed yourselves! I enjoyed seeing you!

Okay, life is beckoning, and I must return.

-Me

"Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons." -Woody Allen

Movin' to the Country, Gonna Eat a Lot of Peaches

There's something about my family that always perks me up. Even when I have to deal with the barrage of questions regarding my personal life ("so are you next, megan?" "any special guys in your life, megan?" "why aren't you married, megan?"), I still love being with my family. Good thing, too, considering I saw both sides of my extended family this last weekend. First the four-hour trek out to Grand Junction. Now I will take guesses on how many hours I actually spent in GJ. Anyone? Guesses? No? Seventeen hours. I gave Mom and Dad quite the laugh when we were driving through Spanish Fork Canyon on our way to Salt Lake and I made the comment, "Hey, I was here at this time yesterday!" Funny, but kind of sad. I would have loved to have stayed longer. (several of the family members were lobbying for us to stay, as well.) But the mere seventeen hours were quite excellent with the Kelly family, celebrating Dane and Aimee's marriage.



Once back in Utah and after a lovely wait on the freeway near Lehi where it took us nearly an hour to drive five miles, we got to Eric and Erin's wedding in Salt Lake (miraculously) on time, though the actual ceremony didn't start for another . . . 45 minutes, I think. Oh, well. Eric certainly had a joyous grin when Erin walked down that aisle, which I really enjoyed observing. (usually that's a good sign, eh?) I don't see the Jensen family very often (and whose fault is that, megan? -hanging head in shame-), but I heard several opinions that it would be a good idea to re-institute the Jensen family beach trips. Maybe next summer. That would be cool. Any takers?



Last night I got to play "hostess" to my former roommates, which was totally fun and wonderful. (okay, maybe noah isn't technically a former roommate, but considering how much we saw him when he and becky were dating/engaged, he basically counts.) After a race downstairs to my bedroom, prompted by my request that someone get my desk chair (esther won that race and locked me out of my own bedroom! tsk, tsk), we had a scrumptious dinner and then an excellent dessert. I was especially excited for dessert (who isn't, really?) because it was the first peach cobbler I've made this year. Mmm. Love me my peach cobbler. And with fresh peaches, it's even better! Anyway, the whole evening was nice, seeing my girls (and guy), eating way too much food, and watching the newest BBC version of Sense and Sensibility together (even the boy . . . gotta love him . . . and becky does).



In other news: three-day weekend! No idea what I will do, but yay!


-Me

"Never judge a book by its movie." -J.W. Eagan