I’m Baaaaaack!

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.


My Poor Sore Soles

This morning I walked downstairs to my car. Walked from the stadium parking garage to Bellamy. From Bellamy to Wescott fountain. Walked back across campus to the parking garage. Walked from my car to class in the anthropology dept, and back to my car after class. Walked back up my stairs, walked from my car into the grocery store, and back to my car again. Then I put on shoes for the first time all day.

In total, I probably walked about half a mile without shoes this morning. At most. And my feet are KILLING ME.

Seriously, they hurt so bad. I love being barefoot, but even walking across the paved sidewalks on campus all day made the soles of my feet feel raw and sore. All I want to do is stand on pillows covered in marshmallows.

My feet hurt so bad.

But the pain is greatly minimized when I think about the millions of children that grow up barefoot all over the world. Young children that have to walk miles every day just to secure clean drinking water for the day. They walk through burning hot sand, over rocks and pebbles, risking cuts and injuries because they don’t have a single pair of shoes. If I had covered any sort of dangerous terrain today and cut one of my feet I would have put some neosporin and a bandaid on it and gone on my merry way. But these children risk their lives by going barefoot every day. Every cut risks infection, and every infections has the possibility to take a life.

Today, all over the world, people took off their shoes for a day to raise awareness for Tom’s Shoes. For every pair of Tom’s shoes that someone buys, they give a pair of shoes to a child in need. I encourage you to take a look at the Tom’s website, take a look at you bank account, and take a look at what is important in your life. Can you spare a couple dinner’s out on the town? Can you forgo that new dress or sweater you’ve been thinking about buying? Personally, I’m obsessed with frozen yogurt. I have literally been going to Fuzions- the only self-serve froyo place in Tally- every day lately… but not anymore. I’m going to intentionally sacrifice some the frivolous things I spend money on every week and put it towards something that will make a difference for someone besides myself.

We have the opportunity to make a difference. Buy yourself a new pair of shoes. It will make you feel good, because the shoes are really cool. But more importantly, you will impact a child that deserves… in the least… a pair of shoes.

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 do  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 😉

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!

Here’s the deal…

I know many of you are anxiously awaiting the SB2010 recap post… which I artfully created, however it may be a while before you see it. Unfortunately I decided to use this particular post to try out the Microsoft Word blog post creator, and I didn’t foresee having this much trouble publishing the post to my blog. So its done, and its awesome, and it took my an entire day to do, but you will just have to grin and bear it until I can figure that junk out. My bad.

On a more positive note, I have decided to finally update my “About” page, and just figured out I can add more pages to the blog so you can look forward to that and some new changes on the blog coming soon!

And… the best for last. Go check out Kelly’s blog and watch the video that she posted (or is going to post momentarily). It’s HILARIOUS. Period. End of statement. And later this evening I’m going to post a video of us watching that video, which is genuine hilarity as well. It will be worth your time, so check back for that.

Another SB teaser:

Man, I’m strong. Off to kickboxing to get even stronger so I can carry more people on my back for sweet action shots like the above.


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 fiery  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?

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 😉

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!