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Does that remind you of this movie?

Miss me? I know. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

A lot has been going on, no I still don’t know anything from the Peace Corps. They said “probably the end of the month”. They have 3 days. I’m not holding my breath.

I will update about the recent goings-on, I promise… but first. Please watch these. They might make you pee your pants, especially the last one. (I’m sorry they’re all sideways, I always forget that you can’t rotate videos like you can pictures when you upload them. Turn your head, it will be worth it. Promise.)

This is Peter’s rendition of “Scurvy Pirate”. He likes to change the “pirate” to a “seashell”. Interesting choice considering Peter has a lisp. Enjoy.

An interview with Peter about his race car. Again, note the lisp. Do they come any cuter?

Here’s Rowan’s interview (Peters twin brother). He’s my favorite. I know your not supposed to pick favorites with children, but they’re not mine or anything so I think its allowed.

And last, but certainly not least. There are just no words.

He wore his underwear like that all night until I made him fix it before getting dressed for school. I love him.

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Beer Can

Don’t worry this post has less to do with beer than one would gather from the title. I can’t even drink the dad gum stuff I sure as heck aint gonna waste precious blog space on it. (Rebec, does the fact that I wrote “aint” bother you?)

My sissy informed me the other morning that if you say “beer can” with a British accent, it sounds like you are saying “bacon” with a Jamaican accent. Go ahead, try it.

For some reason when I first tried this I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out how to say “beer can” with a British accent. It sounded more like the Terminator. But then I decided to work the problem backwards (like you always used to doย  with mazes when you were little right?! That was the trick to finishing any maze in record time, in case your mom never taught you that trick) and I started saying “bacon” with my best Jamaican bobsled team impersonation. And its true!

I think there should be some kind of grammatical term for a word that sounds like another word with a different accent. What would you call that? Can you think of any others?

The only other one I know if is from the British punk band Blitz’s song “4Q”. If you say “4Q” with a British accent it sounds like… well I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself. Enjoy ๐Ÿ˜‰

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This is how the conversation went earlier…

Gurk: Shmegma.

Meg: I don’t like that word. It reminds me of dinosaurs.

Gurk: Speaking of dinosaurs…

Meg: No. What? Don’t even act like you have a follow up sentence to “speaking of dinosaurs”!

Turns out she did. And she had a video to go with it. It brought tears to my eyes, quite literally.

If you haven’t seen it yet, first go to Kelly’s blog and watch the first video. Then watch the following video, which is a video of us watching the aforementioned video. The whole process will be worth your time. Seriously. Laughing reduces stress in your life, and burns calories. Do it.

Still working on getting the Spring Break post figured out. I will only redo the entire thing on WordPress as a very last resort. I’m hoping Matthew can save the day. Fingers crossed! Have a good Friday!

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Hey.

So, as many of you know, I am a very frequent, vivid and… peculiar dreamer. I have in depth, intense dreams almost every night, (about half of them include me either being pregnant, having a bay, finding a baby or being given a baby) and I almost always remember them. (I was recently told that eating right before you go to bed might cause this. Doh! That explains a lot.) So sometimes my dreams take on a life of their own (well, I guess that’s kind of the definition of a dream, isn’t it? I digress…) and I find myself half awake, caught somewhere between dream land and reality, and either talking in my sleep or even physically acting out what I was doing in my dream. That is what happened last night.

I should have written about this post earlier, because the day has torn my mind in a million different directions and I can no longer remember the full account of my dream in all its ever important details, all I really remember now is that April was there, and we were being mysteriously inconspicuous about eating cheese. I’m pretty sure it was bleu cheese as well, which is strange because I hate blue cheese with a fieryย  passion, and I can’t even eat it anyway because it is glutenous. Anyway, none of that is really important to the hilarity of my story. Another thing you should know about me is that I am a very light sleeper, and have just recently been able to sleep without ear plugs (we live in the ghetto and the hours between 12am-4am are like rush hour for all our model citizen neighbors). Unfortunately, every once in a while our neighbors will decide to park themselves, in their drunken stupors, on their back porch, which is right next to my bedroom window, and they are anything but quiet and courteous. Last night was one of those nights, and thus the earplugs enter the story.

So, here’s how this all comes together: I put in my earplugs when I was woken up by our rambunctious neighbors, fell back asleep and continued on into the cheese dream. My own mumbling woke me up in the middle of the night and I was so confused as to how I had actually gotten some cheese in my mouth in the middle of the night, still tucked into my cozy bed. I spit it out into my hand to realize that it was one of my earplugs. Mmmmm. Chew on that why don’t ya?

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That’s right kids. I received my first Valentine’s gift (other than those from my Mom) this year.

The delivery was a little late… but look what came my way today!!

Ain’t he cute?? I thought it was a very heartfelt gift ๐Ÿ˜‰

Bet you’re wondering who he came from huh?

Me too.

It’s a mystery!

I was actually on my way to this place…

to do some reading. Relaxing. Praying. Thinking.

However, on the drive to the park, that little hunk of burnin’ love swooped down and got wrapped around one of the side view mirrors of my car! It scared me at first, but I quickly rolled down the passenger window and grabbed the little sucker before he could fly away again.

So my little love heart came to the park with me to keep me company. Aren’t we a cute couple?

It was a beautiful day, and we had a lovely time.

Go ahead, eat your hearts out.

While at the park, I had intended to get a lot of this done:

But instead, a lot of this happened:

Not going to complain too much about that though.

It was cool enough to snuggle under a blanket, but the sun was warm on my skin when the wind died down. Ahhhh, almost summer.

There was also this awkward, creepy runner man who was jogging around the pond and kept looking at me and my balloon heart and yelling “Thank you!” to me. I was like “uhhhhh”….

Please quit stalking me and my first Valentine. Thanks.

This was the best little surprise ever! Someone, somewhere bought that heart balloon with love, and although maybe not intentionally, I ended up with it. It made my heart skip a beat. I hope your Valentine’s day made you smile this much!




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As I sat down to study tonight (yes I was actually going to study on a Saturday night, Im not just saying that) I thought to myself (for like the hundreth time this week) that I need to update my blog. Its been so long since I updated that its been kind of a daunting task to think about. So many fun, spontaneous, delicious and blog-worthy things have happened in the past few weeks! And I haven’t even updated about anything Peace Corps related in way too long… isn’t that what this blog was supposed to be about?? So I’m going to attempt a quick run through to get us all caught up ๐Ÿ˜‰

I think the first thing that needs to be recapped is the weekend that Carolyn and the rest of the Stuart locals hoofed it on up to Tally-ho for a weekend. A lot happened while they were here; it was actually the first time I have ever been out three nights in a row, and it will be the last. We headed downtown to Clyde and Costello’s one night, where I lost my (one and only) car key, which gave me a scare. Not to worry, I found it right where I left it: in the car door. We also spent one lovely evening over tacos, quesadillas and margaritas at the ever-favorite Los Compadres.

The most memorable experience of the weekend by far was the event we now refer to as “The Hoisting of Meghan Hyatt”. Sounds like a scary movie huh? It was. We were all out at local gathering place where the young people come together to dance and fraternize (a.k.a. the Strip). All us girls just dancing the night away while the boys… well I don’t really know what the boys were doing. Anyway, I got a little tired, my feets were a-hurtin, so I decided to take a stool that was near the dance floor and bring it onto the dance floor so I could sit and rest while still being in the midst of the fun. I was just minding my own business, on my stool, leaning against the wall, when a rather small and scrawny male of African American descent came up to me and started dancing with me. “I’m sitting on a stool” I thought to myself… “how is this going to work?” Well, apparently he had already figured that out. He was going to hoist me into the air. He grabbed my legs and before I knew what was happening I was towering over everyone on the dance floor (I mean I’m already the tallest girl in da club, need I be higher?) and straddling the small male culprit. He then proceeded to jump around the dance floor with me sitting on his chest. I just screamed. I tried to put my foot down, and regain stability on two feet, but the more I struggled the more I realized I was going to end up face down on the floor of a filthy bar. So I just hung on and didn’t enjoy the ride. “Why?” you might ask, “why would he do that?” Why would a skinny little black kid that was about 3/4 my height and definitely half my weight decide to hoist me up and shake me around like a blowup doll??? Find him and ask him for me, will ya? Here’s the culprit now! Its a little hard to see, but look over the right shoulder of Brian… look at that smirk.

Also, some great quotes from going out that weekend:

“Hey. You’re tall and beautiful… I like tall and beautiful.”
woowwww thankssssssssssss

“Hey, I’d have to… like… get on your back to dance with you!! hahah I’m going to jump on your back!! Ahhh!”
-says the gap-toothed midget man as he scurries around behind me trying to mount me. Please leave me alone. Thanks.

I guess that what I get for being 6ft tall and wearing heels out. I’m obviously asking for unnaturally short men to creepily follow me around.

So now that I’ve covered the happenings of that particular weekend I’m really sleepy, my eyelids are heavy, and my warm cozy bed threatens to swallow me alive if I don’t succumb to the pressures of a much needed slumber. I will finish updating the rest of the “Things That Have Gone Down Recently” list. Maybe i’ll reminisce about one event per day throughout the next week to keep me distracted from studying for finals ๐Ÿ™‚ Nevertheless, the mission will be accomplished. Soon.

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I know I haven’t updated about anything in a long time. And boy is there a lot to update about, including: Ryan Cabrera, Hanson, Kermit and Miss Piggie, and April’s now infamous face-plant into a couch on a stage at a local night club. Priceless. I apologize to my 3 loyal readers for being a bad blogger, but I will elaborate on the previously mentioned subjects as soon as possible. But now for a little mid-week humor.

Babysitting again tonight. While we were eating dinner at Moe’s the boys thought it would be an appropriate time to tell me all their jokes. I agreed. The following jokes are part Gray boy’s original material… part nonsense.

Stephen’s joke was first-

Stephen: What’s your name?

Me: Meghan.

Stephen: What color is the sky?

Me: Right now? Black.

Stephen: No, in the daytime.

Me: Oh. Blue.

Stephen: Whats the opposite of down?

Me: Up?

Stephen: Meghan blew up!!!!

Me: hahahahahah (yeah that actually made me laugh)

Tommy was next-

Tommy: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Tommy: Banana.

Me: Banana who?

Tommy: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Tommy: Banana.

Me: Banana who?

Tommy: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Tommy: Banana.

Me: Banana who?

Tommy: Knock Knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Tommy: Orange.

Me: Orange who?

Tommy: Orange you glad I didn’t say pineapple?

Me: Thrilled.

Then Peter-

Pete: Knock, knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Pete: Cowboy.

Me: (curious as to where he’s going with this) Cowboy who?

Pete: Cowboy how he fell off the side of the road!

Hmm. Didn’t see that coming.

Stephen heard this one at school.

Stephen: What do you get when you put a parrot and a centipede together?

Me: Bird brains.

Stephen: A walkie talkie!!

Then Peter modified it.

Peter: Knock, knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Pete: Parrot.

Me: Parrot who?

Pete: Walkie Talkie!!

Quite the punchline Pete.

Hopefully there will be more where this came from in the near future.

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