Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
It couldn't have been the wine, because I hadn't gone to dinner yet.
It definitely was not a chemical influence, there wasn't even any caffeine involved.
Maybe it involved aliens. Yeah, aliens invading my body and forcing me into unnatural, inhuman acts. Like the Return from Witch Mountain or something.
Or, maybe it was just my kind heart. (Ahem)
However you want to look at it, I told my parents about the blog.
Let the games begin...
Posted by Meaghan at 11:15 PM
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I just found this gem in my inbox from my sister:
"How is it that you haven't blogged about:
(a) the Arroyo trade;
(b) the Vinatieri trade; or
(c) Soriano's refusal to play center field?
What happened to the role of sports on your blog?
Its all elephants and mini coopers for you, isn't it?"
Yes, I am aware that all these terrible, stank nasty things are happening in sports right now. (Eh tu, Vinatieri?)
Yes, I know that the official start of baseball season is in twelve days.
No, I have not given up.
As some of you may recall I took the Johnny Damon thing hard. In fact I am still in denial about the whole thing, bastard. So, in order to give my heart and my nerves a little rest I have been on a bit of a hiatus. I have been paying attention, but not really letting myself get too emotional. Baseball season is a long six months people, cut a sister some slack.
I will be back don't you worry.
In the mean time, get your own damn blog and stop worrying about my content.
Oh and just for you my sister, an elephant getting in a mini. Suck it.
Posted by Meaghan at 4:06 PM
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
When you register your blog on technorati, they ask you to list the things that your blog is about. So when I registered, I listed that my blog is about elephants. Why? Well, duh, blogs about elephants are hot.
So, much to my pleasure, and your pure enjoyment, these elephants were on the loose in the Nations Capitol yesterday. Not so much on the loose as being led by their handlers and a police escort, but still.
Now my blog really is about elephants. It's like they knew.
The rest of the pics are on flickr.
Posted by Meaghan at 10:23 PM
Sunday, March 19, 2006
It is possible, while running, to have your entire body hot and sweaty except for your ears. Your ears can still feel so cold that they might chip off. How this is possible I will never understand.
If I am going to be stuck in the woods to fend for my life, I want Daniel Day-Lewis's character in The Last of the Mohicans to protect me. Dude can work the Tomahawk.
It is possible for a beer to actually taste like Germany.
The George Mason Patriots, Dave's alma mater, are going to the Sweet Sixteen baby!
The average air circulation time for an office building in the 1870's was every seventeen minutes. Yuck.
It is possible to have a headache for ten days.
If we lived on the frontier during the French & Indian War, Dave would not leave me to fend for myself and our children, in order to go fight for the British. Or, at least that is what I made him promise he would do so I don't call of our wedding.
Posted by Meaghan at 10:55 PM
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Photo Friday entry for Technology.
Not only do I have this wretched song from Napoleon Dynamite stuck in my head, but I have my sister's voice singing this wretched song stuck in my head. Damn you Photo Friday. I don't even like that movie.
Yes, two photos of the mini in a row. I really, really want one. Two minis, two reallys. It's too much.
Posted by Meaghan at 6:48 PM
Friday, March 17, 2006
My sister sent me this in an email this morning, and I thought well, since it is St. Patrick's day and I am not drinking right now, I might as well answer all these questions. And, since two people on her list noted my blog as a site they visit everyday(Thank you!), I will just post it here for all of you to enjoy.
Four jobs I have had/have in my life:
(I have had over 25 jobs in my life so these are just a few)
1. Receptionist- Our Lady of Lourdes Rectory, my first job and I was paid $2.50/hour
2. Denim Expert- Gap, Inc baby! another high school job
3. Beer cart girl, which means I drove around a golf cart full of beer and sold it to all the golfers- University Golf Course, Columbia SC, probably my favorite job ever
4. Waitress extrordinaire!!- In way too many places
Four movies I would watch over and over:
3. Reality Bites
4. Steel Magnolias
Four places I have lived:
1. Amherst, MA
2. Albuquerque, NM
3. Boothbay Harbor, ME
4. Columbia, SC
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Project Runway, duh
2. Law & Order
3. What Not to Wear
4. Anything to do with Murder investigations, I am mildly obsessed.
Five places I have been on vacation:
1. Key West, FL
2. All over California, San Diego to San Francisco and lots of places in between
3. Grand Canyon, (twice) and everywhere in between
4. 9 countries in Europe, but it was one trip so I will count it as only one vacation
5. Hmm, I've been to 35 states so I will leave it at that
Four websites I visit daily:
1. thesuperficial.com, my new addiction
4. everything on my sidebar
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Pizza, my favorite is the Town Spa
2. Burgers, from Five Guys, In-N-Out, and Kelly's in Southie
3. Baked Macaroni and Cheese, I am copying my sister on these last two
4. Mocha Chip Ice Cream, especially from Brigham's
Four places I would rather be right now:
3. Hiking the Andes
4. Out Drinking for St. Patrick's Day, again copying my sister and I would rather be drinking with her!
Four friends who I have tagged that I think will respond:
TAG YOU'RE IT!!, email me fools or post it on your blog
Posted by Meaghan at 11:02 AM
Thursday, March 16, 2006
How many emails and phone calls need to go unanswered until your ex gets the hint that you don't want to talk to them? Seriously, when it gets to the point where the words "google stalked" are used, by him not you, I think that is one time too many. WTF?? After three plus years, leave me alone. If I wanted you to be in my life I wouldn't have broken up with you, it is really that simple. I don't wish him ill will, no hexes or curses, just the hope that he will stop contacting me. Dave's ex gave up trying to contact him after two plus years (Let's keep our fingers crossed) why can't he. Oy.
What are those Motley Crue lyrics? "Don't go away mad, just go away..."
Posted by Meaghan at 10:41 AM
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I have made many valiant attempts to enjoy the natural "beauty" of the greater Washington D.C. area. I really have. There are some areas that I do find pretty, Great Falls being the only one that comes to mind at the moment. The beaches near here, and two and a half hours is not really near for a girl that grew up a half an hour from the ocean, suck. But that is ground that has been well covered on this blog. Last week, when I realized that the weekend was bringing with it amazing weather, I wanted to get out and enjoy it. We opted for a hike out in Harper's Ferry, WV because I kept hearing how great it is there. Given the historical significance of the area I was sold. I could go on about how I really tried to find it "amazing" and "beautiful" but I will spare you. It blew. I gave it my best shot, and kept an open mind for about an hour, until I turned to Dave and said, "you know, this really isn't that pretty."
So, I am done. There are no more attempts to make something out of nothing. Instead, I will continue to spend my time enjoying the activities that the city itself has to offer. It is easy to take all those events for granted, so I am diving at them with full force. In the last few weeks I have seen a presentation from a National Geographic photographer, an Imax movie at the Natural History Museum, a lecture from an amazing linguist, another lecture about the disarmament of the IRA at Catholic University, and a presentation from two of my favorite historians. Not a bad couple of weeks. There are many more fun events coming up, like my boys Elvis and Frankie McCourt, that will consume my time. I know I complain a lot about this area, and how it is not as good as Boston. Well, it isn't, but it still has tons of great activities to show for itself. So even if I can't find it's natural gifts, or lack there of, attractive I will exploit it's urban adventures to their full extent.
But I still wish I didn't have to get on a plane to be awed by nature.
Posted by Meaghan at 10:54 PM
Monday, March 13, 2006
When I was a kid, my mother would always cut the feet off of my feetsy pajamas. After repeated trips to her bedside in the middle of the night, crying in fright from heat induced nightmares, I was not allowed to have my little piggies covered while I slept.
As an adult, my pajamas no longer come with the unisock effect, but I must still be careful of overheating. So when the temperature changes drastically, say oh I don't know twenty degrees like it did this weekend, I should not have two blankets and a flannel sheet covering my body. Because waking up violently at two-thirty in the morning when a giant white frog just devoured a giant lizard, and is then going for your hand as his next meal, is not fun. The jumping while still sleeping is not fun. The screaming when your fiance tries to comfort you is not fun. Nor is it fun, two hours later after you have removed one of your blankets, to find out that a knife wielding psychopath is slaughtering your neighbors and has left two dead bodies lying on the bed next to you. That is not fun. The not being able to fall back asleep for over an hour because you are afraid that the knife wielding psychopath is actually in your apartment is still not fun.
Not being hot is fun. A full nights sleep is fun. Opening the window to let in cool air is fun, until you think about the knife wielding psychopath and close it. He will never be fun.
I wish this one could have been as easy as having my Mom remove the little metal scissors from her wooden nightstand and snip off part of my clothing, leaving me looking like a disheveled Peter Pan. But at least I was a Peter Pan that could sleep.
Posted by Meaghan at 9:40 PM
Friday, March 10, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
How, in any way, was Chloe's collection memorable? Design for women? Are they kidding? Maybe women who want to look like they had been greased down with Crisco and then baked until rising. Santino's red dress, now that was design for women. I would wear that in a heartbeat (and look damn good in it, thank you very much).
What a bummer.
Playing it safe Nina Garcia!?! How many times can you tell the man to think of the woman he is designing for, and then when he does just tell him that you don't see much "Santino" in it. What a crock.
And again, who really cares what the hell Debra Messing thinks? I wanted Michael Kors to wave his magic design wand and get her out of that terrible bag she was wearing.
People will remember Santino. But, more importantly, they will also remember his designs.
I wonder if he does wedding dresses? Can't you see it?
Posted by Meaghan at 11:15 PM
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I am not very skilled at taking photos of people. I can shoot an object well, it is people that I have more of a problem with. It is easy to shoot people when they are standing there posing, waiting for the shutter to snap. When we look back upon our lives we don't remember those moments. We recall the human interaction, the smiles, the laughs, the tears. Those times are harder to capture.
So I am practicing.
My niece loves her Uncle Billy. And why shouldn't she, he is the clown, the joker, the high energy laugh maker. In a family of laugh makers that is saying a lot. Here she just found him hiding underneath her play clothes in a well drawn out match of hide-and-go-seek. Hopefully this is the kind of stuff that she will remember.
Posted by Meaghan at 9:45 PM
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Photo Friday entry for Feminine.
Is a woman with no head or arms feminine? I would say yes. Especially, when her name is Winged Victory. And extra especially when sister can be so damn, shall we say, perky with only that torn cloth for support. Now that is feminine.
Posted by Meaghan at 6:20 PM
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
During the first half of Project Runway tonight I kept thinking, "man, can they drag this shit out any longer?" Then, they sprung the awful idea of making another design on them, and I got all stressed out. Like I am on the damn show or something. Oy.
I can't tell if it was the editing, or if Daniel's designs really do suck? I though they looked good, but what the hell do I know? And the way they were making Santino's clothes seem so great made me feel like I was being set up for major disappointment. At this juncture, I feel like I am reading a really good book and I want to know what happens, but I don't want it to end.
The matching up of the old designers with the final three is clever, but why did Chloe pick Diana? Poor thing is delusional.
Lastly, what the hell is with Debra Messing being a final guest judge? I like Will and Grace, but Debra Messing? Come on. Were they picking from the Style Star reject pile? Good lord.
Posted by Meaghan at 11:16 PM