<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126</id><updated>2012-02-19T01:17:49.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you know, but you have no idea...</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm not real anymore, I'm an illusion. I am the damage, I am the relief.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-536452622994329262</id><published>2009-03-09T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:48:40.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You spin me right round baby right round...</title><content type='html'>Wow, one of my classes this semester is almost done, and I'm approx. 1/6 through my program...hooray! It doesn't seem like much, but really it is. As usual life has been hectic, busy, and ultimately just the way I like it. My newest obsession in life is traveling. I know I cannot afford to do anything too extravagant, but really want to go somewhere, and do something. I guess I'm almost feeling "trapped" here in Wisconsin. Ultimately I love this state, I love the friends I have, and I love my autistic kids, but I really think something is missing, and that something might just be different scenery. I've actually been looking into internships in other states due to their short term and the great experience they provide, not to mention I can gain credit through my MBA program with an internship. I'm quite sure nothing will happen soon or immediately, but just the excitement of looking is keeping me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what happens....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-536452622994329262?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/536452622994329262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=536452622994329262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/536452622994329262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/536452622994329262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-spin-me-right-round-baby-right.html' title='You spin me right round baby right round...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1713953895943501757</id><published>2008-12-04T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:08:58.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>They say the best thing about having a blog is being able to use the "first draft" of your writing without needing to edit or worry about the fundamentals of writing. So, that is what I am doing here, I am feeling inspired and need to get my words on paper, or at the very least this screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beings I think we often hear about thinking "outside the box", but I feel we rarely truly do this in our lives. I guess I'm speaking on global terms as in thinking of the entire world or human population. Every day I complain about something in my life. How I don't feel well, how work is difficult, or about how little time I have in the day. Rarely do I take an opportunity to step outside of that to think about how lucky I am to only have those complaints. *Obviously tonight is a different story*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how you grew up, where you are now, or what obstacles you've had in life one thing is certain...Life is not easy. Being a person that does believe in God, I think that he has a lot to do with what obstacles you get. If you don't believe in God, then I'm sure you have your own theories, which is fine as well. Ultimately I've always believed that what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. I have been through and seen a lot of things in my past 24 years, but recent endeavors have truly inspired me more than ever. While I don't feel guilty about complaining about things...I know in my heart that I live a great life. There will always be great experiences I will not get to experiences as well as major heartaches I will not have to endure. My path is my own, and I feel that I am finally ready to explore and take advantage of every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with autistic children has been extremely rewarding, more than I could have ever thought. To work, or spend time with anyone who has any sort of disability might possibly be the best thing in the world. If you are lucky enough to truly get to understand and know the person or child you work with, everything they do becomes so special and personal. I can vicariously live through the successes that I see my children have, and am hurt and disheartened by any pain or setback. This all comes through children who I had never even met 9 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I work with "my kids", the rest of my life goes away. I no longer think about work, what I'm going to do about bills, or what I should make for supper. In that moment, the child is the only thing that matters. When I think about the families that live and cope with a family member with a disability I can't even possibly begin to understand how they do it. Yet, at the same time it has shown me that love and compassion can always conquer adversity. *It's true what all those famous quotes and pretty motivational materials tell you--However it probably doesn't mean much until you have the self realization*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue on a cliched path, I would never want to walk a mile in anyone else's shoes. I would much rather walk in my own shoes along side someone else, and ultimately that is all you can ever do. I will god-willingly never have to understand what it is like to fight in a war, or be in a country divided by war. I hope to never have to search alleys for a place to sleep and food to eat. I did not grow up in a place where mortality and disease is all around me.  I CAN do my best to understand and have compassion for those that are in these situations, and be the best person I can be as a friend, co-worker, mentor, and human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that working with children who have autism is not a passion or good choice for everyone, but I truly hope that everyone gets to be as inspired and motivated by something in their lives. The people who find these passions and continue with them are truly the ones who can live happily, understand how lucky they are, and ultimately make a difference in the world. If you don't embrace your passion, you are not living to your full potential. I never want fame and fortune, but I do want to know that I've used my talents and my time in a way that benefits others...well and let's be honest...if fortune comes along with it...I'm not going to turn it away. I don't know where I'll be 10 years from now, and I'm not even sure what I'll decide to do next week. The honest and truthful answer is that I am going to start to follow my passions, dreams, and desires, and wherever I end up through those means is fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quote is; "Be the change you want to see in the world," and I aim to live up to that every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1713953895943501757?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1713953895943501757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1713953895943501757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1713953895943501757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1713953895943501757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/12/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7391087689100251978</id><published>2008-12-01T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:21:25.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSppD_s6_I/AAAAAAAAGAs/1Ruc2GMbtSM/s1600-h/fail-owned-quotation-marks-correction-sign-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSppD_s6_I/AAAAAAAAGAs/1Ruc2GMbtSM/s400/fail-owned-quotation-marks-correction-sign-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027586469915634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSpo1K9W4I/AAAAAAAAGAk/aszCDZv0m1w/s1600-h/fail-owned-pdt-blizzard-forum-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSpo1K9W4I/AAAAAAAAGAk/aszCDZv0m1w/s400/fail-owned-pdt-blizzard-forum-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027582490598274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSpo4xLklI/AAAAAAAAGAc/Y_39PwSlk4s/s1600-h/fail-owned-hero-steak-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSpo4xLklI/AAAAAAAAGAc/Y_39PwSlk4s/s400/fail-owned-hero-steak-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027583456219730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSpovq4xUI/AAAAAAAAGAU/d5z-AMbPSv4/s1600-h/fail-owned-douche-burger-billboard-fail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSpovq4xUI/AAAAAAAAGAU/d5z-AMbPSv4/s400/fail-owned-douche-burger-billboard-fail1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027581013902658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7391087689100251978?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7391087689100251978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7391087689100251978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7391087689100251978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7391087689100251978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-fails.html' title='More Fails...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/STSppD_s6_I/AAAAAAAAGAs/1Ruc2GMbtSM/s72-c/fail-owned-quotation-marks-correction-sign-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2606136456611266813</id><published>2008-12-01T20:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:42:35.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Rick Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=7f2a184755"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=7f2a184755" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2606136456611266813?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2606136456611266813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2606136456611266813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2606136456611266813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2606136456611266813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-rick-roll.html' title='Thanksgiving Rick Roll'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-146765406485927135</id><published>2008-10-29T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:43:27.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...too funny...</title><content type='html'>So here I am watching MTV, I know...shocker. I can't keep myself away from pointless unimaginative television that is also called reality t.v.....especially with the busy life I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate...I was watching the Road Rules/Real World challenge "The Island". Johnny...a "regular" on these shows had an awesome quote tonight. "I don't mean to be a male chauvinist or anything, but...doing dishes, yeah she's really good at doing that, leave the boat building to the guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may not be the exact "" , but nonetheless the funniest part is verbatim. Awesome. Also, I came across possibly my new favorite site, which is noted below. http://failblog.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny, and the word fail has now become a large part of my vocabulary. Plus, doing what I do...I get to use it often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, complaining pays off...BW3's sent me a 15 dollar gift card after my complaint e-mail about their shitty service during my last visit. Pretty sure that equals 4 Gin and Tonics...that's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all, it's time to finish watching crappy t.v. and then head to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-146765406485927135?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/146765406485927135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=146765406485927135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/146765406485927135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/146765406485927135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohtoo-funny.html' title='Oh...too funny...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8023267728884489862</id><published>2008-10-29T18:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:44:44.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new obsession...Fail Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQjrRIdMBHI/AAAAAAAAF_0/FKuHtdVIgmQ/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262714844142634098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQjrRIdMBHI/AAAAAAAAF_0/FKuHtdVIgmQ/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQjrI5khQiI/AAAAAAAAF_s/CJCFMFmYN8k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262714702707900962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQjrI5khQiI/AAAAAAAAF_s/CJCFMFmYN8k/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8023267728884489862?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8023267728884489862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8023267728884489862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8023267728884489862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8023267728884489862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-obsessionfail-blog.html' title='A new obsession...Fail Blog'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQjrRIdMBHI/AAAAAAAAF_0/FKuHtdVIgmQ/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8123068056900127308</id><published>2008-10-26T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:50:20.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I get by with a little help from my friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQUeTQoqeAI/AAAAAAAAF_k/e-x9wfZX7BY/s1600-h/Page_1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261645055884163074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQUeTQoqeAI/AAAAAAAAF_k/e-x9wfZX7BY/s400/Page_1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8123068056900127308?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8123068056900127308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8123068056900127308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8123068056900127308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8123068056900127308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html' title='I get by with a little help from my friends...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SQUeTQoqeAI/AAAAAAAAF_k/e-x9wfZX7BY/s72-c/Page_1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5132691347239291198</id><published>2008-10-17T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:34:31.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The never-ending post...</title><content type='html'>Holy pancakes and waffles folks it's been quite a while since I've given a worthy update. Well, it's Friday night, I'm single, and there's really nothing better for me to do that make a blog post...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LIVIN&lt;/span&gt;' THE DREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been...life. Busy is a word that spews from my mouth every single day. I'm surprised I'm even sitting down to write this post. Between work, school, autism sessions, volleyball, and a limited social life there hasn't been a whole lot of time for anything else. So much has happened in the past few months that it would be silly to even try to recap it. SO, I'll just put together some banter that may be fun to read, and even better to reply to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, in 3 weeks we will be voting for a new President. Holy crappier, I haven't been following the debates and things as much as I hoped, but I surely find what I have been involved with interesting. If I had to classify myself either way as far as my true values, I'd certainly have to say I lean more Republican. However, there are key issues that I don't necessarily agree with, but that is life, unless I myself run for President chances are I will be able to find things I do not agree with in every single candidate that walks up to the podium.  Lots of crazy stuff has been going on...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; a terrorist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; McCain delivers an unexpected blow by choosing and in&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; VP, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; McCain is old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; too young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Oh my god. I love elections because, as I think it should be...people get super riled up talking politics. I myself, tend to stay out of debates...I'm more of the...throw a stone and get someone on a rampage. I'll fight/defend either side, and love the fact that a majority of people have no idea what my political feelings are.  Honestly, it would be hard for me to sit down and even try to explain my feelings, as they are my feelings...you know, personal choice and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really try to convince anyone to vote or think one way or another, I just like to make sure people just THINK. While freedom to vote is a privilage, it's also the voter's responsibility to truly educate themselves. It's always important to remember that whomever takes office will break promises, anger some country, do something stupid and forever memorable, and most importantly we need to remember that they are human. Humans get corrupted, make stupid choices, lie, cheat, and steal. Government officials want to make you believe that they are there for you, but there is no way for them to be completely objective, and there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; no better position for a politician's resume than President. (Alright, so I'm breaking it down a little ridiculously here, but that's my style yo...but just think about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day your vote has to go the person who you feel will make the best decisions, or be able to handle consequences when things go wrong. End of story. My biggest pet peeve during election time is people trying to tell me why I should vote one way or another, especially when that person uses personality traits to make their argument. Just because Obama is good speaker doesn't mean he's fit to be President, and just because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; name isn't Steve Smith captain America, doesn't mean he's a terrorist. For the love of Pete people, get your heads out of your ass and look at the important issues. I don't care if McCain's old or that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; too young as long as one of them can help to turn this economy around and help to repair America...I'm good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also hard for me during election time to listen to any entertainer. I know they should be able to voice their opinions as well, but I think that there's something wrong with a country that would vote for a leader based partially on the fact that one of their favorite actors/singers backs them. (Another good tactic by politicians...man they are sneaky). I'm not saying that all Americans are blind sheep, but just think about how many stupid people over the age of 18 you run into every day...yeah....they can vote, and chances are if they are too stupid to enter your order right at the drive though, they probably aren't too concerned with looking into the facts regarding presidential candidates or political party platforms either. (Oh how I love alliteration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summation, I love politics, and really wish I had more time to follow it more closely. Everything I see and read, whether it's fact or opinion deepens my interest in politics. When I was 20, I chose not to vote...but I can tell you this year I will exercise my right and am excited to see what happens on Nov. 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm also excited to see what sort of bells and whistles are thrown out in these final weeks. So no matter who you are voting for, or what party you affiliate with...enjoy the upcoming weeks and just make sure to vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5132691347239291198?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5132691347239291198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5132691347239291198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5132691347239291198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5132691347239291198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-ending-post.html' title='The never-ending post...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-403696764520425130</id><published>2008-08-24T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:43:19.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>Alright, after further review, I do still love NKOTB, their video has given me new appreciation to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair...we were discussing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TLv1tm9kws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TLv1tm9kws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-403696764520425130?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/403696764520425130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=403696764520425130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/403696764520425130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/403696764520425130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/08/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8190539849142886569</id><published>2008-08-07T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:47:26.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Organic food...</title><content type='html'>Continuing my trend to save the environment, I'm trying to buy more natural and/or organic foods when possible. Not only is it good for you, it's also good for many other reasons. I can't wait to be a grown up and GROW some of my own things...tomatoes, cucumbers...and other various delcious things. I also regarding food...Iwant to purchase some canvas bags to use while shopping, becuase I realize I get a LOT of plastic bags. I do use them for garbages, but I probably could cut down my usage a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather being awesome-tastic...A/C usage has been low for me, I think 5 or 6 nights total, which really isn't bad. Recycling at work has also been going much better. It's now pretty much habit to recycle paper and whatnot. At home, I have started tossing my papers/bills/etc that need to be tossed in a box until I get a shredder to shred and recycle it. It's amazing how much paper you get in the mail! There is a neat service Green Dimes (&lt;a href="http://www.greendimes.com/"&gt;www.greendimes.com&lt;/a&gt;), that can help you reduce your junk mail. It gives you addresses of how to get your name off of lists once you sign up, or if you donate money (and get some neat stuff in the process and some trees planted), they are more proactive in doing it for you. That's pretty cool. I know I get a lot of junk mail...and I plan on using this more to see what sort of results I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how things progress, but as I am doing things, I am finding it easier and easier and to add the little things in helping to reduce my usage of our resources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8190539849142886569?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8190539849142886569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8190539849142886569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8190539849142886569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8190539849142886569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/08/organic-food.html' title='Organic food...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7018749605782658983</id><published>2008-08-07T23:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:30:37.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation...or lack there of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SJvLFBojQRI/AAAAAAAAFvw/hsJoSNl1y_U/s1600-h/demotivators_2010_3288370.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SJvKmok4HwI/AAAAAAAAFvo/IGlqWzVPuWY/s1600-h/priorities.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, for years I have loved Despair.com. Their demotivational posters are genius. I remember Aaron had a site to make your own at least a year or two back...and that was fun too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The classics always get me though...too good. I can't get decent sized images...so Priorities is my new favorite and background on my work laptop. So many of them are laugh out loud funny though (LOL), and if you have never checked them out, or it's been at least 24 hours since your last viewing...GO NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998157196893954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SJvKmok4HwI/AAAAAAAAFvo/IGlqWzVPuWY/s320/priorities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7018749605782658983?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7018749605782658983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7018749605782658983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7018749605782658983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7018749605782658983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/08/motivationor-lack-there-of.html' title='Motivation...or lack there of'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SJvKmok4HwI/AAAAAAAAFvo/IGlqWzVPuWY/s72-c/priorities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4828689343715986462</id><published>2008-07-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:56:06.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying this Monday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/488d267d44d09036/4741e3c5156499a7/943121c7" id="W4727a250e66f9723488d267d44d09036" height="283" width="384"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/488d267d44d09036/4741e3c5156499a7/943121c7" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4828689343715986462?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4828689343715986462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4828689343715986462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4828689343715986462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4828689343715986462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-trying-this-monday.html' title='I&apos;m trying this Monday..'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1098345621097266936</id><published>2008-07-27T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:48:34.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brett Favre</title><content type='html'>Since I cannot seem to get away from Brett Favre coverage, I decided I'd join the "pack" (wow, my puns are simply amazing), and put my 4 cents in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I must say I have always been a Brett Favre fan, and always will be. However, I think that this whole thing has been just a battle of the egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bringing Brett back another year would result in a lot of revenue for various memorabillia.  Who wouldn't want to see number 4 playing again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, BRETT is the one who decided to retire. If he had been "pushed into retirement", like so many claim, I'm sure he would have spoken out about it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some peopl eforget that Brett is NOT the only player on the team, and his success this past year was aided by everyone else out on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Brett would make an excellent coach, and I'm positive that before all this hoopla the Packers would have been more than happy to have him coaching. That's not good enough for him though. Again, he is the one that retired. I'd love to see him playing again, but I really think he's just trying to ruffle Ted Thompson's feathers. At the end of the day, Brett Favre is a quarterback, Ted Thomspon is the general manager. If they had beef...it happens. I often don't see eye to eye with my management either. So what if he didn't listen to Brett Favre's suggestions? In comparison, I've done a lot for the company I work for, but if I go into our director and tell him how I think something should be done, I'll probably just be laughed at. The same holds true here. Brett's job was to play football, not manage or coach it. I don't love Ted Thomspon either, but you can't be yo-yo'd back and forth wondering if someone is going to retire either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if he isn't just trying to get back at Thompson, then why hasn't he filed for reinstatement yet? He's been meeting with all of these other teams, but has yet to follow the process to become reinstated. I'm a little disappointed in what I've heard from the media, and I look forward to truly understanding Brett's actions and see what happens with the training camp starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love what Brett Favre has done for the packers, and it was awesome to watch him play. But I'm sure like other fans I would hate to see him playing for another team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1098345621097266936?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1098345621097266936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1098345621097266936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1098345621097266936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1098345621097266936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/brett-favre.html' title='Brett Favre'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1215587903894288615</id><published>2008-07-21T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:05:53.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did I get old?</title><content type='html'>When did coupons start to sound appealing?&lt;br /&gt;Why is staying up until 11:00 on a weekday, "up real late"?&lt;br /&gt;When did I acquire "shows" that I must tune into every week?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I using the word tune?&lt;br /&gt;When did things like A/C and Electricity become a rich person's luxury?&lt;br /&gt;At what point did I stop closing down the bars weekly?&lt;br /&gt;How did I learn about budgets and then start using one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more....what do you have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1215587903894288615?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1215587903894288615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1215587903894288615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1215587903894288615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1215587903894288615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-did-i-get-old.html' title='When did I get old?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5922645161999622538</id><published>2008-07-19T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:23:43.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post!</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel as though it's quite the milestone. After 3 years of blogging I've finally hit the 200 mark. Ah, what a long strange trip it's been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on March of 2005 I first started blogging, partially because I was bored, and partially because I thought it might be nice to have an electronic journal of my "going ons".  While my posts have not become any more interesting...there sure has been a lot of change and randomness posted.  It's actually pretty interesting to go back and read my past thoughts. I can honestly be brought back to when and where I was when I was typing each of them. Another interesting thing to see is the goals that I've set, those I've accomplished, and of course those that fell through over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly glad that the internet has provided an outlet for my life's rants, goals, dreams, and stories. So onward to more news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned in previous posts I was accepted to UW-Whitewater for Grad School. I didn't want to rush myself into taking summer courses, and I'm sure glad I decided to wait as we are forging through what is left of July. I actually registered for classes yesterday and signed onto my school e-mail...which pretty much makes it official.  I still have to work out the loan details, but that will be taken care of next week. While I've only been out of school 2 years, as I was logging on and checking things out I seriously felt like I hadn't ever gone to school! Everything seemed so different, but I'm sure it's just the fact that it's new. Hopefully I'll be able to jump back into school and not be too lost or unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried most about balancing work life and school life.  We'll see though, I mean I'm only going part time and I use to be able to hold down jobs and do school full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it's the same thing around here. Life is busy, busy...with no signs of slow down! I plan on going to see The Dark Knight tomorow, hopefully there will be a ticket for me! I'm pretty pumped about it...so hopefully there will be no disappointments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5922645161999622538?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5922645161999622538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5922645161999622538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5922645161999622538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5922645161999622538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/200th-post.html' title='200th Post!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4066020550654034843</id><published>2008-07-09T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:37:07.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Hecker brought it up...</title><content type='html'>Hecker's posts on conservation always spur me into updating on where I am at with "being green" or reducing my carbon footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single I find some things much easier to control. For instance...water with dishes. I probably only run the dishwasher once every two weeks...and I always do my pots/pans in the sink...and other things if I have time. Typically it only takes me about 15 minutes to get through them...so I think I'm cutting back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I am still continuing to watch how many lights I have on. Unless I have people over, I typically don't have more than one light on at night, OR if I'm working  I tend to have more on. I have yet to buy more energy efficient light bulbs. I have a TON of light bulbs I bought on sale, and once I get through those, becuase I refuse to throw away money, I will make the switch. Not the best thing in the world but not the worst either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC. I am a person who grew up in a highly air conditioned home. And I prefer being cold over warm/hot any day. So, I think this has been my major change. I have only had my AC on twice so far this year. Once at night so I can sleep has it been on. Probably less than 10 total hours. SURE, the weather has not been terrible yet, but I think I can probably cut back for the next few weeks. I have been using fans, and seem to be fine with that. My temperature in the house has not gotten above 80 that I have noticed...and I keep it cooler by keeping the shades closed during the day. The only thing that will increase my usage...HUMIDITY! We'll see how it goes, but I imagine August will be an interesting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron mentioned unpluging items around the house, because they use electricity. WELL, my grandfather has always nagged me about this, so I unpulg hair dryers all the time (I actually haven't used my hair dryer in months), chargers, and even keep my laptop unplugged unless I am about to run out of battery. I still always shut down my computer(s) at the end of the night, and I unplug the unnecessary accessories often. I'm not sure how much if any this helps...but I also try to charge my phone in the car when I'm driving. I turn it off so it charges faster, and figure I'm already using power anyway...mine as well keep it going right?! Obviously I need to charge at other times, but every little thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showering is another thing I've been more conscience of. While I still shower almost every day...I tend to only wash my hair every other. Not only is this better for my hair, but it cuts my shower at least in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my habits of conservation show up at work. I won't turn on the light when I am in our break room. Mostly because this then means it is on the rest of the day. So I often go by and shut it off, and shut off the light in our conference room. Sometimes I get strange looks...but everyone feels to guilty to really say anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another appliance I have taken note of is the washer/dryer. I tend to use the regular cycle to save energy on the washer, and will let 90% of my clothes Air Dry now. I have always been a big Air Dry person, but now more than ever I hang my clothes. I would have to say my washer to dryer usage is probably 2 to 1, which is pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm definitely no saint, but I've sure been trying. Oh, and my next post is #200...only took me 3 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4066020550654034843?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4066020550654034843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4066020550654034843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4066020550654034843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4066020550654034843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/because-hecker-brought-it-up.html' title='Because Hecker brought it up...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8716903830173240836</id><published>2008-07-07T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:46:26.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NPH and Old Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hAXRvrGsmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hAXRvrGsmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8716903830173240836?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8716903830173240836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8716903830173240836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8716903830173240836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8716903830173240836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/nph-and-old-spice.html' title='NPH and Old Spice'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7866719114583739273</id><published>2008-07-06T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:39:57.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend of fun in the sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SHD4LtgxMJI/AAAAAAAAFug/oLrHBqWL-V0/s1600-h/n73401760_33959830_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219944848201691282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SHD4LtgxMJI/AAAAAAAAFug/oLrHBqWL-V0/s320/n73401760_33959830_38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, this weekend was simply amazing! Having an extra day to the weekend has made a HUGE difference. Beth and Jennie came into town on Thursday night. So we went out to dinner and had a few drinks. We caught a few of the Oconomowoc fireworks as we headed back to the car....and then came home to rest up for the big day ahead. Friday, we went to the Brewer's game where the Brew Crew rocked out a victory of 9-1 agains the Pirates. (Thus ending my thought that they lose everytime I go to the game) YAHOO! Amber and Sarah joined us at the game and we had quite the girl's day! We grilled, drank, waited in long lines, and Sarah and I even took a tour of pretty much the entire stadium in search of certain memorabilia. After the game on the way home I got pulled over. Apparently the cop thought he clocked me at 83...funny since I wasn't going over 72. He gave me a ticket, but gave me a ticket for 10 over as opposed to 20 over. (This happened just 4 days after I got my "disorderly conduct with a motor vehicle" on Monday) Let me go into the Disorderly Conduct thing. YES, I was speeding again, 60 in a 45. The guy gave me this citation so that it would not go on my record, and was a cheaper fine. So, I was actually okay with this one other than the fact he made me late to my autism client's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I didn't let the ticket get me down. After a day in the sun I was pretty wiped out, but Jennie and I still caught the fireworks show in Waukesha. Truth be told I was not impressed at all, and thought Tosa's show last year was far more entertaining. The bugs were HORRIBLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Jennie and I had tickets to the Matt Nathanson/Lifehouse concert at the RAVE. First we hit up Edwardo's for some dinner since we had gotten downtown early to avoid traffic. Dinner was delicious. We got the balcony seats at the concert so we could avoid the mass crowd on the floor. We ended up to the left of the stage, right above it. It was AWESOME! I felt like I was on stage. The performances were spectacular, and the lead singer Jason of Lifehouse was celebrating his birthday with us! So, we got a few extra songs that weren't on the set and we sang happy birthday to him as well. It was simply amazing, and we had great parking on 25th street, just a block from the venue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after all the fun this weekend I will be saying goodbye to Jennie shortly as she heads home, and then I will get back to work because I have to continue to work on Microsoft Project. yippee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone else had a great long weekend and was able to enjoy the BEAUTIFUL weather that we had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7866719114583739273?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7866719114583739273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7866719114583739273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7866719114583739273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7866719114583739273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-of-fun-in-sun.html' title='A weekend of fun in the sun!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SHD4LtgxMJI/AAAAAAAAFug/oLrHBqWL-V0/s72-c/n73401760_33959830_38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-9073195482400267611</id><published>2008-06-29T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:09:26.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An insightfully cynical rant..</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a month now...why...WORK! Ugh, it's early in the season and all of a sudden I have been buried in work to do. There's a sort of irony here, because I had talked to our DC manager back in early May to talk about more responsibilities...since I was being utilized mostly as a label printer and assistant. Well, I'm still doing those things, but I have had the task of maintaing Project on my list. Let me just tell you, we deal with hundreds of companies that are considered large. The orders for these companies are being tracked in Project, under one file. Since taking this responsibility over 3-4 weeks ago, I have single handedly added 2000 lines (each order has 14 lines of info), and I have not yet really tackled it this weekend. The funny thing is I am putting in AT LEAST 20-25 hours of my week working on entering and adjusting this data, but we are not even using MSP to it's full potential. I have probably 60-70 account additions sitting in my inbox, and there will probably be more sent today as well. In addition to this project work, my immediate manager is having me handle her smaller accounts right now. This translates into...I'm working many nights and weekends to get information into Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, with that little bit of background I write this post. Admittedly I am a work-aholic. This is really no suprise since I am the sort of person that follows through on everything and refuses to fail. I have noone to hand off any responsibilities to, and even if I did I probably wouldn't due to the fact that I want to make sure it gets done correctly. I will most certainly run myself into the ground before I throw up my hands in defeat. Surprisingly I have shed few tears about this, since it truly is a self-induced state I am currently in. The great part is, the harder I work...the more that is expected of me, and there really is no true benefit for me...other than that grand feeling of semi-accomplishment. Isn't that just spectacular? I wonder if down in the nitty-gritty of business...they all are this way? I think sometimes that the progression to work-aholicism is much slower, so you probably feel invested at some point. In additon to my own "downfalls", I work with a group of people who are the same way. We often tell each other we can only do what we can, and that work should not be our lives...and in the same vain we turn away and continue to work our 12 hour days.  O'RLY, I say? Is this the way business is? As I heard a fellow co-worker say on Friday "I spend 18 hours a day running backwards". That pretty much sums up what I do. The tasks don't matter when everything you do is to either put out a fire or fix someone else's mistake, and once you fix one...there's more waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't I quit or find another job? Ah, good question random blog reader...good question. There are many reasons, in addition to the obvious money and benefits. It took me forever to find a job down here when I first moved, and since then I have had zero confidence in the "landing a new job" arena. I mean sure, I got my current job within a week...but I had a reference on the inside. Secondly, I know that if I were to walk out, I would be putting a group of people I love in a tough position. While this is not my problem....I really wouldn't want to do this to them. Third, I am going back to school in the fall, and I am able to manipulate my schedule at work, so I have some flexibility there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am probably not going anywhere anytime soon...but who knows? At least this year....at least to this point I have decided that I will not give up my social life because of work. I am trying really hard to maintain some sanity and keep plans with people. The only downside to that, is that I have no time for the little things like paying bills, scheduling appointments, cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-9073195482400267611?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/9073195482400267611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=9073195482400267611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/9073195482400267611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/9073195482400267611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/06/insightfully-cynical-rant.html' title='An insightfully cynical rant..'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8501250306461787684</id><published>2008-05-27T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:50:29.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The season is upon us...</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's almost summer. A season I did not get a chance to experience last year due to work, and a season that I will for surely get the most out of this year, even if I have to do so between the hours of 11:00 pm-3:00 AM this year. Last year I really missed out because I was bombarded with work, not to mention I was sick in July. I imagine I will start working my long weeks again, and the addition of side jobs and school will not make things any easier. I think that if I am keeping busy though, and bringing in some money I should be able to participate in things. Last year I would promptly retire to my room to work after a long day...and then I would end up falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a vow to myself that even if I can't get out and socialize as much as I want to...that I will not let myself become a soley work and sleep person. I'm definitely going to need some help with this. To my companions, I request that you invite me over for drinking as much as possible. If you can also include Krunchers, Gummie Bears, or Chips and Salsa it will probably seal the deal. Hey, you can come out here too...or we can meet in the middle and save gas (there's a BW3's opening in Pewaukee...woot woot!) If you want to hang out after 7:30 at night...SUPERB...my schedule will not allow for much earlier on most nights after I take care of the dog-a-roo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get to it people. This is the summer of Megan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8501250306461787684?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8501250306461787684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8501250306461787684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8501250306461787684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8501250306461787684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/season-is-upon-us.html' title='The season is upon us...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4013662954676335646</id><published>2008-05-27T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:39:58.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB IN MKE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SDzT2DdQUnI/AAAAAAAAFJk/y8n3BQ6UZNA/s1600-h/newkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205268194927858290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SDzT2DdQUnI/AAAAAAAAFJk/y8n3BQ6UZNA/s320/newkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's true. NKOTB, or "New Kids On the Block" to the those who are inferior...is on a reunion tour. Better yet, they are going to be in Milwaukee on October 22nd. At first they were only doing a handful of shows and now they have 30 something scheduled! ROCK ON! Yeah, I might just go. Are you laughing? Well dear sir or madame, laugh all you want because there really would not be a better reunion tour to check out in my lifetime, unless of course Cherry Pie disbands, and reunites. However, &lt;em&gt;they only*&lt;/em&gt; do covers, so I wouldn't catagorize them together anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, there has been Pink Floyd, Smashing Pumpkins and many others...but nothing of the boy band genre. They are the first, maybe even the last? Now how will you feel if you miss out on that part of history. How will you explain to your children that you passed up on an opportunity to see the only boy band ever to successfully reunite and go on tour 14 years after parting ways? You won't be laughing then my friend, you will be in tears becuase you will remember the infamous (trust me, it will be infamous by then), blog of Megan telling you not to pass this up for you will indefinitely regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Please note that "they only" refers to the fact that even though they are a cover band they most definitley rock and are a heavenly piece of sweet action*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4013662954676335646?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4013662954676335646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4013662954676335646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4013662954676335646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4013662954676335646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/nkotb-in-mke.html' title='NKOTB IN MKE?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SDzT2DdQUnI/AAAAAAAAFJk/y8n3BQ6UZNA/s72-c/newkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6719649783050973832</id><published>2008-05-26T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:33:43.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hecker makes me think...weird I know!</title><content type='html'>So, everyone seems to be jumping on the "Go Green" train lately (not that it's a bad thing, I just hear it EVERYWHERE!). I too have been trying to beef up my recycling and conserving energy when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding it EXTREMELY difficult to do though. Much harder than I thought. I have been watching my recycling more, however I still don't recycle my mail, at least not until I get a shredder, so I'm keeping it all in a box for now to dispose of once I get a shredder. I like Hecker, have found it difficult to think about the "little" things in recycling, like napkins, paper plates, etc.  I have been much better at work with recycling in general though, so I feel pretty good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this summer I plan on keeping my AC off as long as possible. The good thing is, I have an AC in my room, so when I can't sleep at night, at least I'll be able to use it for a specific purpose instead of letting it run all day long. The PLAN is to keep it off until July....but we'll see how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping up with watching my lights around the house. I also have been trying to plan my outings with the car so that I am doing things more efficiently. I cannot go without my car, so I figure I can try to do it a little better. A 'new' thing I am going to try and have been working on is making sure that I am utilizing only one electronic item at a time. SO, I try not to be working on the computer with the T.V. on (because I'm probably not really watching it anyway), or I don't put the radio on (I can use my computer to play music too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I've become much more conscience of things I can improve upon. OH, and I also bought some earth friendly cleaner this weekend at Wal-Mart. I'm trying to look for more products that are not harmful for the environment, but I'm not willing to pay too much more to get them. So if they are reasonably price I will give them a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is where I am at with reducing my carbon footprint. Right now I am at 12.2 tonnes according to (&lt;a href="http://www.carbonfootprint.com/"&gt;www.carbonfootprint.com&lt;/a&gt;), which means I am below the U.S. average, but far from where I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO where you at dog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6719649783050973832?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6719649783050973832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6719649783050973832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6719649783050973832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6719649783050973832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/hecker-makes-me-thinkweird-i-know.html' title='Hecker makes me think...weird I know!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8762666526327104325</id><published>2008-05-20T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:05:40.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought on Craigslist...</title><content type='html'>So, I was scouring the free &amp; furniture ads on Craigslist, when I thought it would be interesting to read the Missed Connections (I love them on Kramp &amp; Adler). I like to go through the different personal ads because they are truly funny to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then thought to myself, does anything ever work out on missed connections? I mean, not only are you being very specific and looking for one rando...but THAT person has to be looking through the ads to. How vain do you have to be to think...I should check missed connections to see if anyone is looking for me? HMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...I thought it was interesting, take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8762666526327104325?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8762666526327104325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8762666526327104325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8762666526327104325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8762666526327104325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-on-craigslist.html' title='A thought on Craigslist...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4032819912797755606</id><published>2008-05-20T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:36:18.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6924" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=6eb4b54887" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=6eb4b54887" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6924" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/6eb4b54887"&gt;Nine Phrases Women Use ~ ( aka: 9 Words Women Use)&lt;/a&gt; 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on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5101842641300294570?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5101842641300294570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5101842641300294570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5101842641300294570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5101842641300294570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-least-boys-will-enjoy.html' title='At least the boys will enjoy...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1564472436383287834</id><published>2008-05-20T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:26:24.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude to a baby buffet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6924" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=0d40788bd7" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=0d40788bd7" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6924" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/0d40788bd7"&gt;Baby Fight!&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1564472436383287834?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1564472436383287834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1564472436383287834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1564472436383287834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1564472436383287834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/prelude-to-baby-buffet.html' title='Prelude to a baby buffet?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5489308513740720436</id><published>2008-05-18T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:23:03.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>Well, recently Carlos Mencia has been all over t.v. The first time I saw him as a stand up comedian, I didn't mind him. ( I may have been drunk) Then I saw him again and he started yelling and heard the same shit I've heard a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not very "PC" so I have no problem with the shit he lays out. Some of his jokes can be funny, but him getting credit for them is LAME. His show is just stupid, and I'm not sure how it's coming back for another season. Doesn't anyone realize that he's just doing a bad version of the Chappelle show? Dave Chappelle helped to put stereotypes and racism right in people's faces. Not that he was the first person to do this, but he did it well. Also, Chappelle's standup isn't always about race...he has other things to talk about, unlike Mr. Mencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recap, Dave Chappelle=Funny...Carlos (NED) Mencia=A horrible cyst on the ovary of life who feels he is god's gift to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to go here and read other's opinions on him...my favorite is number 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Carlos+Mencia&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Carlos+Mencia&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5489308513740720436?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5489308513740720436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5489308513740720436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5489308513740720436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5489308513740720436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4554109034486876592</id><published>2008-05-17T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:11:15.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Awesome..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcKwEzCQc5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcKwEzCQc5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4554109034486876592?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4554109034486876592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4554109034486876592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4554109034486876592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4554109034486876592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-awesome.html' title='Pretty Awesome..'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6729227363679666136</id><published>2008-05-13T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:41:41.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake...and I shouldn't be</title><content type='html'>Well, today was rather uneventful as I decided to not go to work since I was still feeling "ucky". By 2ish I felt much better and even went to my autistic kid's house. I certainly love that job. I have only been doing it about a month/month and half now and it's awesome. It's really too bad that Line therapists don't get paid more, because I could definitely see myself doing this long term full time. It's almost like a hobby as it is now though, and I dig that too. When I step into their house, it's like my entire "outside world" is shut off, and I enter a different place. I have different demands and I need to communicate in an entirely different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little anxious lately, which is probably why I got sick in the first place. I thought that since my GMAT was over, I would calm down a bit, but the exact opposite happened. A load was lifted, but my thoughts turned to other endeavors. I've been contemplating my career and future a lot lately...who doesn't right? I'm thinking I need to have a chat with my boss before this busy season hits because I'm already at a point of discouragment and rebellion. I'm starting to slowly work 45-50 hours a week again, and I'm sure in no time it will be back to 60-65. I'm way too young to be worked into the ground, in a position that is nowhere near where I want to be. Order Fulfillment Analyst. Let me tell you what I now do on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Update and Access Database and create job sheets&lt;br /&gt;2. Make Pallet Labels&lt;br /&gt;3. Make Carton Labels&lt;br /&gt;4. Work on any product testing that needs to be done (I actually love this part, but it's really not supposed to be a part of my job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these tasks seem like something a college graduate should be doing 2 years after graduation? Or better yet, the start of a career path for a Public Relations/Marketing major? Not Even Close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly bored that I'm starting to find it hard to go to work every day. I love the people I work with, and I do have a lot of perks, but ultimately I'm not too happy since I don't seem to be moving in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, lately I have been reviewing other careers such as Event Planning, Radio, Advertising, Marketing, Project Manager, etc. I'm hoping that my company starts expanding some areas, and that I could be a project manager, unfortunately I don't think that will happen because I am so needed in my position right now. Since we are hitting the busy season I would feel bad about leaving my current position in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that for now I will just ride the ride and see what happens. I'm young enough and have enough years of work left to pursue all I want to pursue, and I'm really not in a good place for change right now with everything else I have going on.  I hate having grown up problems and making grown up decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, tomorrow I am going to enjoy my 11th row seats at the Brewer's game and drink until I can't feel feelings. WOOT WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6729227363679666136?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6729227363679666136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6729227363679666136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6729227363679666136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6729227363679666136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/awakeand-i-shouldnt-be.html' title='Awake...and I shouldn&apos;t be'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6069502953743090454</id><published>2008-05-13T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:52:53.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror...</title><content type='html'>I was just talking about this the other night...pretty good as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4829aa3d325d92d0" width="384" height="283" quality="high" wmode="transparent" id="W4829aa3d325d92d0" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6069502953743090454?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6069502953743090454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6069502953743090454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6069502953743090454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6069502953743090454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/mirror.html' title='The Mirror...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8511965060304439670</id><published>2008-05-13T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:43:07.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Lee ain't got nothin' on these guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8hV01wcULM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8hV01wcULM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8511965060304439670?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8511965060304439670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8511965060304439670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8511965060304439670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8511965060304439670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/bruce-lee-aint-got-nothin-on-these-guys.html' title='Bruce Lee ain&apos;t got nothin&apos; on these guys...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5801704137766068793</id><published>2008-05-12T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:41:44.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're outta here...</title><content type='html'>Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been watching a game when the umpire throws out someone. Well, tonight I was able to watch both the Cardinals catcher Molina &amp;amp; LaRussa get booted from the game. AWESOME! Man, I wish I could have been in the crowd to see that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure the Brewers are rockin' this game...hopefully we'll have a comeback after a bit of a lull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Brew Crew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5801704137766068793?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5801704137766068793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5801704137766068793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5801704137766068793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5801704137766068793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-outta-here.html' title='You&apos;re outta here...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7635936177709141582</id><published>2008-05-12T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:10:32.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you don't mind...</title><content type='html'>After a great weekend with friends...my body has decided to take control and let me know who's really in charge. Yesterday I felt like I had 30 small midgets (I'm sorry, 30 little people) kicking me in the back.  In addition I felt extremely dizzy. Luckily it was Sunday and the weather was crappy so I just slept and did nothing. I woke up revived and ready to start the week. A clever deception indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working, laughing, crying, kickin' ass...when all of a sudden I didn't feel so well after lunch. Sure, I mean I had a pretty hearty lunch of vegtables and dip...but I thought I could take a chance. WRONG-o. After about a half hour of unbarable cramps I decided I needed to go home. I informed my manager and left. I made it home JUST IN TIME to pay homage to the porcelin god...more than once and then passed out on the couch. I woke up and felt fine, so I decided to go to my job with the autistic child. Everything went great, and I left at 6. The minute I walked out the door I had a splitting headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit here, furiously typing away, waiting for the advil to kick in. WTF body? Why must you play these games with me? If my body cannot get it together by Wednesday that is just too freakin' bad because I have great tickets to the Brewers game and I have lots of beers to drink and cheers to yell. You have 24 hours body...Jack Bauer style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7635936177709141582?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7635936177709141582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7635936177709141582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7635936177709141582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7635936177709141582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hope-you-dont-mind.html' title='I hope you don&apos;t mind...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2974665114633336653</id><published>2008-04-23T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:36:00.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>So, I've only been out of school for 2 years now. It seems like I've been out 25. I am having such a hard time remember simple math rules that use to come so easily to me. Reciprocals, radicals, and the pythagarus are haunting me in my sleep. You know what, if I spelled his name wrong there too bad...just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the questions I've been practicing, the moment I get to the answer...I go "OH YEAH". Of course I don't think they give you a second shot in the GMAT, unless you want to pay to go again in another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been "studying" for about 3 weeks. And basically that means if I put it all together I probably have a solid week of studying in. I've gone through 1.5 books of prep and I feel like I'm NOWHERE! I have improved my score by 2 questions from my last practice test on Sunday. 2 QUESTIONS! The funny thing is, because of how it's graded on a curve, and since the questions are dictated by your answers previously...there's no way to REALLY know if 2 questions will even help my score. Also, I like using CAPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the average score is 500 on it, and that's really all I need to be able to apply to Whitewater. Actually, I need 350. However, since you pay a pretty penny for the test, it makes sense to at least kick some ass on it right? I was shooting for a 600, but at this point I'm not sure if I see that happening. I wish I would have buckled down sooner, but with my busy life I'm not sure that would have even happened. I take the test on Saturday. I plan on devoting my night tomorrow to studying, not studying on Friday, getting some review in before the test Saturday morning, taking the test, and then drinking myself into oblivion on Saturday. All in all, I have something to look forward to in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a few thumbs up, thumbs down things going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs Down:&lt;br /&gt;American Idol tonight...how disappointing. Carly did not deserve to go home. Dreadlocks needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lacking cash...work hasn't picked up too much yet...and I've had a plethora of expenses (test, dental work, male strippers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone (the razr) is OFFICIALLY lost forever. Chris did not find it. I would only have to pay 275 dollars to replace it, or I can wait 16 months for an upgrade. I tried to find a phone elsewhere...however the system my carrier uses is not as popular...DAMN YOU CDMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have training for work every weekend in May. Meaning I probably won't be able to go anywhere until end of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs UP:&lt;br /&gt;The weather is beautiful...and it's nice to have longer daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a front parking space at work...however I think everyone else in the DC hates me because I "always win things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi has finally learned to go into her crate on command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Administrative Professionals Day and I got free lunch out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golfing season is officially here (both of the clubs and disc variety)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook is going to win American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Afternoon....Lajoie style&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2974665114633336653?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2974665114633336653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2974665114633336653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2974665114633336653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2974665114633336653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6174529439458432342</id><published>2008-04-15T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:39:58.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you met my boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SAVQ1WdkuCI/AAAAAAAAFD0/uLurqF4s47g/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189643023107274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SAVQ1WdkuCI/AAAAAAAAFD0/uLurqF4s47g/s320/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6174529439458432342?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6174529439458432342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6174529439458432342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6174529439458432342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6174529439458432342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-met-my-boyfriend.html' title='Have you met my boyfriend?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/SAVQ1WdkuCI/AAAAAAAAFD0/uLurqF4s47g/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6123299299290297686</id><published>2008-04-10T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:36:00.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April showers bring May flowers...</title><content type='html'>Even though I had to have some teeth removed yesterday (2 wisdom and 1 molar), I'm feeling great. I thought it would be a much bigger battle, especially because I HATE having anything done in my mouth. Now that I've had this done, I only have a few small cavities to be filled, and a mouth guard for night time...and life should be good. Teeth are EXPENSIVE! I'm actually pretty lucky because it could have been a lot worse since it's been 5 years since I've been to a dentist. I still grind my teeth in my sleep though, so that's why I now have to get a mouth guard...Super Sweet! Perhaps with all of the medical expenses I have this year I can get a tax deduction next year, ah I love being an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the cities this past weekend to visit Chris and Nicole. I had a great time,  and rode up with Jamber. It was nice to have company on the ride. HOWEVER, I lost my phone up there. I'm still hoping it's in Chris's car, but it's been difficult getting a hold of him since I don't have a phone! Luckily I have an e-mail out...now I just wait. I have never felt so helpless as I have without my phone this week. It's sad how much I depend on it. At least I still have the internet otherwise I would probably be curled up in a ball in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on the whole grad school thing. It's been hard to focus on it with all of the other expenses coming up, but I'm still shooting for last summer enrollment. We'll see how that works. I have been studying a bit for the GMAT, although I definitely need to take a couple more weeks of prep before I'll feel ready to tackle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see what the weekend brings...maybe some more exciting news will develop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6123299299290297686?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6123299299290297686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6123299299290297686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6123299299290297686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6123299299290297686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html' title='April showers bring May flowers...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3550271917384287379</id><published>2008-03-22T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:33:07.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Samberg is reviving SNL</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've all seen a SNL digital short or two. Here's one of my favorites...if you go to the NBC site most of them are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/47e5db7d398e6447" quality="high" wmode="transparent" id="W47e5db7d398e6447" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="316" width="384"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3550271917384287379?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3550271917384287379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3550271917384287379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3550271917384287379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3550271917384287379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/03/andy-samberg-is-reviving-snl.html' title='Andy Samberg is reviving SNL'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6764202188115366579</id><published>2008-03-21T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:48:17.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Jon Lajoie is still making me laugh my ass off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/35dfa1f6a7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/35dfa1f6a7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6764202188115366579?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6764202188115366579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6764202188115366579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6764202188115366579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6764202188115366579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-sunday-afternoon.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-989322753759360671</id><published>2008-03-21T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:26:35.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Best Dance Crew</title><content type='html'>Dude...I seriously love this show, and last night's performance by the JabbaWockeez was amazing. You can't tell me that this isn't talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Usopc9Zf74g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Usopc9Zf74g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Usopc9Zf74g"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-989322753759360671?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/989322753759360671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=989322753759360671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/989322753759360671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/989322753759360671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/03/americas-best-dance-crew.html' title='America&apos;s Best Dance Crew'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1000479059176724640</id><published>2008-03-21T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:17:56.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diddy must be stopped</title><content type='html'>I just saw this on t.v....luckily it was also posted on YouTube so I could share with you all. Man, I wish I had a bunch of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiDA07zpbZc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiDA07zpbZc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1000479059176724640?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1000479059176724640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1000479059176724640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1000479059176724640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1000479059176724640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/03/diddy-must-be-stopped.html' title='Diddy must be stopped'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6625186931851555190</id><published>2008-03-09T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:47:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Downgrades...</title><content type='html'>Today, I lost a little bit of faith in the internet...maybe it's not a good thing that anyone and everyone can put things on the World Wide Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzQWjnl0AVE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzQWjnl0AVE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make it through this....I'm sure you're only reaction will be...WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is response to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFxYAjo19lM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFxYAjo19lM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downgrades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6625186931851555190?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6625186931851555190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6625186931851555190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6625186931851555190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6625186931851555190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/03/downgrades.html' title='Downgrades...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3410758155220992083</id><published>2008-03-08T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:26:26.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Road Truckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I turned on the History Channel today to see if there was anything on that I could get hooked on. Well, turns out there was...Ice Road Truckers. I thought, hmmm...this may be interesting. I am now in the last hour of it, and I couldn't be happier. This show follows 6 guys that go up to Canada for two months in the winter to drive supplies up to diamond mining fields.  Now, when I heard ice roads, I thought...ice on roads. OH NO my friend. They drive on frozen over lakes! The loads can be up to 95,000 lbs! These people do indeed live on the edge, there's no way in hell I'd ever consider something like this. If you get a chance you should definitely check a few episodes out, or check out the site. You can even pimp your own Rig! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/iceroadtruckers"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.history.com/minisites/iceroadtruckers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3410758155220992083?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3410758155220992083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3410758155220992083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3410758155220992083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3410758155220992083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/03/ice-road-truckers.html' title='Ice Road Truckers'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-816272800710248676</id><published>2008-02-18T18:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:33:18.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi Driver's Oath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you won't believe this, but I found an oath that Semi Driver's must have to take before able to get behind the wheel, it explains a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I am the only vehicle that matters on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. In bad weather I should drive extremely fast with total disregard for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. If the weather is REALLY REALLY bad, I should also get as close to others as possible when passing because it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. If I see a fellow trucker, I should make sure we coordinate to either pass by at high speeds if only on a 4 lane road, and will sandwich in other drivers on a 6 lane road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I swear to kick up as many rocks, dirt particles, ice, and snow clumps as possible to show that I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Riding the ass of the car ahead of me shows that I care, and that I take my job seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I agree to uphold the trucker's oath and to my best to be the biggest jackass out in the road. If people call the number on the back of my truck to report my driving, I KNOW I am doing the best that I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, now I know why they drive the way they do...good job every semi I've ever encountered on the road, you clearly know what you're doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-816272800710248676?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/816272800710248676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=816272800710248676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/816272800710248676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/816272800710248676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/02/semi-drivers-oath.html' title='Semi Driver&apos;s Oath...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6949836245987440224</id><published>2008-02-09T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:54:40.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule smedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, I was just updating my google calendar...because it's been quite awhile since I've done that. SOMEHOW, I've managed to book myself from now until May. WHAT THE HECK? Every weekend I have something planned that is important, not to mention what will come up along the way in that time, because there are always unforeseen things. I guess it makes sense, I've had a few free weekends recently, but to be straight busy until May is crazy talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THEN, if I do get accepted to grad school, I can pretty much say goodbye to weekends then as well. I'm hoping to start in the Summer session which means right away in June I'll be busy....pretty much for the next 3-4 years. It's very scary really, especially since I feel like I should have some freedom at this point in my life to do what I want. However, keeping busy is probably good for me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11657126"&gt;Blogger: You think you know, but you have no idea... - Create Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've recently taken up house/dog sitting for some people, hopefully it all works out to become a semi-regular thing. That, along with babysitting definitely helps to supplement my income, and usually becomes the money I can actually "play" with. I think that by the end of this month, all the money that was taken because of screw up payments with the theft, and my flex spending refund will be returned. Unfortunately I have had to deal with a bunch of processes and paperwork. Turns out lately I'm not motivated to do paperwork, so I haven't taken care of things in a timely manner as I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, what you can gather from this little blog is things have been busy for me lately, and it won't let up anytime soon. I've already submitted one application for Grad School, for UW-Whitewater because I can take classes at UW-Waukesha and I can also complete the entire thing online. I want to do a mix of in class and online...but having an option would be good. Not to mention it would take me about 45 minutes in good weather to get to the UW-Whitewater campus from here, so that's not too bad if I were to do it for a semester or summer class. For fun, I'm going to probably apply to another program as well. UW-Eau Claire has a partnership with La Crosse, Parkside, and I believe another UW School. They also offer the online option, but it would be much harder to go to Parkside for classes,  so I pretty much would have to do it entirely online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll figure it all out in the upcoming months because I'm excited to jump on this and get started on something I've wanted to do for awhile now. I'm going to talk to Lang as well about my classes, see if they will cover anything, I doubt it, but it's worth a shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6949836245987440224?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6949836245987440224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6949836245987440224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6949836245987440224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6949836245987440224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/02/schedule-smedule.html' title='Schedule smedule'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5094847497867862303</id><published>2008-02-05T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:47:04.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan, Colbert, Stewart Feud</title><content type='html'>Now this....is worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/47a93b845b10c6d3" quality="high" wmode="transparent" id="W47a93b845b10c6d3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="316" width="384"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5094847497867862303?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5094847497867862303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5094847497867862303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5094847497867862303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5094847497867862303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/02/conan-colbert-stewart-feud.html' title='Conan, Colbert, Stewart Feud'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8780280207833251983</id><published>2008-02-04T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:39:58.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is everyone in this world High?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/R6foc3uIHKI/AAAAAAAABt4/NOlYK57sgqw/s1600-h/Flavor-Flav-ps02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/R6foc3uIHKI/AAAAAAAABt4/NOlYK57sgqw/s320/Flavor-Flav-ps02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163351080494963874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I wish I was too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dude, people are pretty funny, and watching the casting call for Flavor of Love 3...only h elps to prove my point. These people are out of control. Flavor Flav is a complete tool. I can't believe he's back again...well I can believe it's back again, and let me tell you...I'm happy as hell. There's nothing better than watching a group of 20 somethings fight over a man that is 49 years old...pretty much as old as my father. SAWEET. But, I mean...look at him, who could resist? *sheepishly raises hand* Look at this picture...how could you even speak to him seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone who doesn't like this show, just doesn't appreciate watching people act like fools and ruin their lives in hopes of finding "love" (aka a free ride through life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing I watched tonight, was the WWE. I actually only watched about 10 minutes of it, but 10 minutes was more than enough. I thought to myself...how can anyone watch this? Then...as I turned to VH1 at 10:00...I realized I could not pass judgment on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today has been a bit productive, however work was difficult. I was tired...after only getting 4 hours of sleep...probably less since I don't sleep the entire time. Then, I came home, had dinner, and passed out on the couch for an hour. NOW of course...I'm pretty sure I'm going to be in the same boat...yet again. I did finish up my laundry today though...I started yesterday...and finished today. 5 loads of it. I'm pretty sure it's been months since I've had all of my laundry done. GO me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How about that superbowl? I'm glad the Giants win...you always have to cheer on the underdog. Anyone that put money on the game in the Giants favor won at a 3.5 to 1 payout. Man, I wish I had done that....check...I wish I had the money to do something like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that I've been poor and boring. I'm working to get some pet sitting and more babysitting jobs in the works. I want to get a part time job, but it's really hard with going home and other things that come up on weekends. I love kids and animals though, so I thought this might be a great way to make some extra cash on the side...on my terms. I'm actually looking forward to things picking up at work again so I can at least put in my 45 hours a week...lately I've been just getting 40...I know, shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, time to chill out and attempt to get to bed at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, sounds like the weather should get interesting again, more to come. MEGGO MEG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8780280207833251983?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8780280207833251983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8780280207833251983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8780280207833251983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8780280207833251983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-everyone-in-this-world-high.html' title='Is everyone in this world High?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/R6foc3uIHKI/AAAAAAAABt4/NOlYK57sgqw/s72-c/Flavor-Flav-ps02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8253351298295685083</id><published>2008-01-29T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:23:22.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality T.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I don't care if I get flack for being a reality t.v. junkie, but seriously, this shit is hilarious. There is nothing more that makes you happier to be living your life than watching some crazy ass people on a reality t.v. show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been there through it all, Flavor of Love, Flavor of Love 2, I love New York, I love New York 2, half of the seasons of Real World, America's Next Top Model, Project Runway (which I've missed a ton this season...thank god for downloading), Hogan Knows Best, Shot at Love with Tila Tequila...and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently Rock of Love 2 with Bret Michaels has caught my eye. I've never seen such a large group of trashy women on one show. BRAVO Bret, Bravo. They are literally a large group of whores, and Bret couldn't be happier. I literally cannot wait to see the next episode because it seems like shit is going to hit the fan, and it's intriguing. Flavor of Love 3 is starting up again soon awesome. I can't get enough of this stuff, and the Gauntlet...Real World vs. Road Rules is also going to be good this year because in the first episode everyone was making out with everyone else...some serious drama is coming up. So, if you ever need the 411 on what is going on in Reality T.V., you let me know and I'll give you the info on the DL. Fo' sho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8253351298295685083?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8253351298295685083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8253351298295685083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8253351298295685083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8253351298295685083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/01/reality-tv.html' title='Reality T.V.'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5701707459812950010</id><published>2008-01-21T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:43:29.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Lajoie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So maybe you have heard of this guy, if you haven't...you have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the videos this guy makes. Thankfully in this day in age hilarious people can showcase their talents via internet and blow up...hopefully this guy is as popular as I think he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, sure...I laugh pretty easily at things, but this guy seriously makes me laugh out loud, when I'm by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He just posted a new video, and by just...I mean I just was notified of it by Rex. Pretty funny stuff so go check it out. Why are you still reading? You should have clicked on the link below already. Do you seriously read the crap I write? LAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonlajoie.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.jonlajoie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5701707459812950010?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5701707459812950010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5701707459812950010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5701707459812950010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5701707459812950010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/01/jon-lajoie.html' title='Jon Lajoie'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8397713496800111167</id><published>2008-01-16T13:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:34:28.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Packer tickets to an NFC championship game? Impossible…or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I won a pair of tickets to Sunday’s game. WOOT WOOT WOOT! I am so pumped. I’ve never been to a game before, and the fact that the ticket is free…make it even better! I kept hoping I would win the drawing, but with only two sets of tickets available and probably 200 people in the drawing, I didn’t think there was much chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to go out and buy some snow pants so that I can stay warm on Sunday since the high in GB is supposed to be a mere 4 degrees. Luckily I will have plenty of beer to keep myself warm. I also have to find a babysitter for the young one because I don’t feel like bringing her back home with me, but I will if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be a busy weekend since I’m going out on Friday, having a party on Saturday, and the game on Sunday. After this I probably won’t have to/want to go out for awhile, but I’m sure it’s going to be well worth it. My first game…I feel like a little kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8397713496800111167?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8397713496800111167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8397713496800111167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8397713496800111167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8397713496800111167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/01/sundays-game.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Game'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2064678790240848429</id><published>2008-01-14T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:15:48.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a rant, and then some raving...not literally "raving" though.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah yes, another day in the life of Megan, the 23 year old  who acts like she's 76. Good times. I've recently taken up going to the gym so that I get out the house for something other than work 5-7 days a week. Life has been pretty chill as of late, however I find that every day I get more and more irritated by people. Heck, I don't even interact with people as much as I use to, but I think the negativity is dwelling so I need a forum of release. I don't understand the human race, as I've posted many times before, and I'm starting to think I'm the only sane one out there. Now, I'm not writing this blog to toot my own horn, but rather to give some insight and maybe speak some common sense to any random visitor that might happen upon my blog. Here are some recent points of contention that have been on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Don't hate on people because you have nothing better to do...in fact, don't do it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Once people realize that everyone truly is different maybe they can live their lives and quit worrying about other people and calling out their faults and failures. If you ever say anything just to be mean, you are not a cool person, not cool at all. I really hope the idea of karma is real and that you get it back 100 times more than what you've given out if you can't "love thy neighbor". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. If you ARE going to say something about someone, be sure that you are man/woman enough to say it to their face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I will admit that I tend to be sarcastic, and maybe a bit forward sometimes...sometimes I'm just venting and don't actually mean what I say..so I will recant. Otherwise, you can be damned sure that if I say something about someone, I'd say it to their face, or explain what I meant if it was ever brought up. Nothing is more annoying or immature than 20 year olds, and older that can't stand by what they say or just talk to talk. Don't say shit about someone while they aren't around and when they walk in 10 minutes later act like their best friend. How do you think that makes you look? Like a fool, an untrustworthy, backstabbing fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  No, point 2 does not contradict point 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Read closer, point one is about doing things to be mean and hurtful and just plain ol' being nosey and in people's business. Point 2 is about friends/acquaintances, and saying what you mean instead of being fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Fair weather friends are useless friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    That's right...if you are friends with someone, you should truly be friends with them. Distance, hard times, or arguments should never keep you from being a shoulder to lean on and a good open ear. Sure, as you get older you may not hang out every day or talk on the phone...that's just life. If you can't be someone's friend until it's convenient for you, then maybe you shouldn't even bother wouldn't you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Live your life, and stop worrying about others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A long time ago I decided I would stop investing so much time in other people's problems and issues. It seems that over time things clear up for them, but for me I'd still think about it or worry about it. Why? I thought I was just being a good person. In the end it's important to be there for people, but there's no use in bringing their stress into your life. It's silly really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Things DO happen for a reason, so just keep positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Alright, maybe not everyone will agree with me, hell maybe you don't agree with any of the points...FREEDOM OF SPEECH BABY! I don't care if you believe in God, or you think there is no higher power, but I'm sure you have at least once thought to yourself, things happen for a reason. Think about it, if nothing else, you always learn something from your experiences. I find the more negative ones tend to make me an even more positive person because they are harder to get through. Life surely isn't easy, and for some it's easier than others...I think we all know this. However, being a Negative Nancy and brining others down with you at the end of the day will not get you any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Live by that Golden Rule baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Sure people don't always abide by this, but that doesn't mean you should ignore it as well. This sort of ties some of the above points together...but I couldn't just put this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Don't ever settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Maybe this is just a personal one, but I refuse to settle for anything, in any situation that makes me less than happy. Whether it's a job, a house, a friend, boyfriend, school, or material things I always strive for the best there is for me. When something fits right, you know it, and that's a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, I'm finished for now. If you've continued to read...congrats, I don't know if I could even go through these again! Blogging...a true experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2064678790240848429?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2064678790240848429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2064678790240848429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2064678790240848429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2064678790240848429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-for-rant-and-then-some-ravingnot.html' title='Time for a rant, and then some raving...not literally &quot;raving&quot; though.'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1536636675786890097</id><published>2008-01-06T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:24:29.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That damn Donald Driver commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my dog is pretty smart, but some things really throw her for a loop. For instance, everytime she hears the Donald Driver commercial for Time Warner, the doorbell ringing gets her all up in arms. It's so funny, no matter where she is, she comes running into the living room with her "threatening" low growl/barking. She's such a great guard dog...right...just thought I'd share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1536636675786890097?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1536636675786890097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1536636675786890097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1536636675786890097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1536636675786890097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-damn-donald-driver-commercial.html' title='That damn Donald Driver commercial'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4791447971912406987</id><published>2007-12-30T10:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:10:24.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back on 2007 and forward to 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a year! So many changes, so many moments of complete ridiculousness. I have learned a LOT about myself and life in general this year. As I sit here, I'm trying to think of all the things that happened this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't even really count all the things that have gone on, that have just been amazing or eye opening. I'm truly grateful for everything that has happened this past year...whether it was good or bad. I know that most people jump on the "it's a new year" bandwagon and make changes in their lives. I typically do not...but there's just something about where I'm at right now in life that drives me to want to make a lot of changes and make the next 12 months more memorable than any others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Horoscopes and all that jazz intrigue me, and for those of you who don't know 2008 will be the year of the RAT! Which, happens to be my sign. I looked some stuff up online, and thought I'd post it here to see if anyone else thought that this might pin me...even though things like this tend to be pretty generalized...I think it's pretty close...and since I like to toot my own horn...here's some info on RATS and the year of the RAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Rat Year &lt;/strong&gt;is a time of hard work, activity, and renewal.  This is a good year to begin a new job, get married, launch a product or make a fresh start.  Ventures begun now may not yield fast returns, but opportunities will come for people who are well prepared and resourceful.  The best way for you to succeed is to be patient, let things develop slowly, and make the most of every opening you can find.  People born in an &lt;strong&gt;Earth Rat &lt;/strong&gt;are said to be logical realists, shrewd, charming, ambitious, and inventive.  Of course, the entire horoscope must be considered when making any personality assessment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In Chinese, the Rat is respected and considered a courageous, enterprising person.  People born in the Year of Rat are clever and bright, sociable and family-minded.  They have broad interests and strong ability in adapting to the environment and able to react adequately to any changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;They are gifted in many ways and have an easy going manner.  They are active and pleasant, tactful and fantastic, and are able to grasp opportunities.  They seem to have interests in everything and hope to participate in doing it and usually do it very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Sign of the Rat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;An opportunist with an eye for a bargain, Rats tend to collect and hoard, but are unwilling to pay too much for anything.  They are devoted to their families, particularly their children.  Quick-witted and passionate, they are capable of deep emotions despite their cool exteriors.  Their nervous energy and ambition may lead them to attempt more tasks than they are able to complete successfully.  Rats are blessed with one of the best intellects going.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The sign of the Rat is the first one in the cycle giving Rat people exude great leadership qualities and are good at taking the lead.  They don't mind a lot of responsibility and they demonstrate a strong presence that other people respect.  For those with the Rat nature, status and monetary satisfaction are the greatest motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The affect of the sign of the Rat is energetic, and demonstrates enough endurance to fight most any sickness.  Yet, all Rats tend to be tense, full of nervous energy, and prone to stress.  Yoga and meditation would benefit Rats by calming their aggressive natures and helping them manage stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Rats make good homemakers who are always willing to do household chores.  Because this is a sign of acquisition, the Rat person's house is presumably bursting with various knick-knacks collected over the years.  Most Rats are cheerful, domesticated individuals who find happiness at home with their family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The Chinese say others should always listen to the advice of the Rat.  Because of their intellect and observatory powers, Rat people possess prudence and perception.  They can anticipate problems, and are always able to see the big picture.  Status, money, title and recognition are important to the Rat.  They have keen sense of observation that allow them to foresee upcoming business opportunities as well as potential occupational problems.  The Rat makes a better boss than an employee.  Rats work better in flexible situations where they can be freely creative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cunning and thrifty, Rats have a knack with money and are apt to save for rainy days.  When capable, the Rat is a great money saver, and in strapped times he knows how to make something out of nothing or how to make things advantageous for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Generally friendly and sociable, the Rat is one of the extroverts of the 12 Animal signs.  They have a special gift for easing the minds of others.  It is not surprising that Rats have a lot of friends.  To the people they love, Rats can be amazingly charitable, popular and supportive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Although Rats like to be in the driver's seat, they do need partners who can keep up with their active lifestyles.  Rat people are romantic, and are always happier to have someone to share with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, whether or not you  are willing to jump on my bandwagon to make this year absolutely spectacular, I wish the best to everyone for a happy and healthy 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4791447971912406987?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4791447971912406987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4791447971912406987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4791447971912406987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4791447971912406987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-back-on-2007-and-forward-to.html' title='Looking back on 2007 and forward to 2008...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5672535413337845721</id><published>2007-12-13T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:39:26.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights and empty bank accounts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I sit here looking at my list of 12 things to do, I realize that none can be done at 11 at night...sucky. I'm really sick of life revolving around the 9-5 life. Seriously, how I am supposed to cash checks, go to the post office, get my social security card, and sit on the phone for hours changing information when "the real world" stops at 5? It really is that old catch twenty two thing. I am supposed to stop my life and not make money because I have 90 million things to do? That seems a bit counter productive. For those of you who read my blog...do I still even have any readers?...anyway, life has decided to once again take a giant dump on me. The day before I moved out to my new place, someone broke into my car and stole my purse. A purse I typically do not leave in my car...but seeing as to how I was moving one can safely say my head was most often lodged in my posterior. At any rate, it was a Friday, and the bastard/or bastardess I do not want to discriminate here...took just my purse, but this is pretty much a gold mine. I carry 3 different cards that can access cash and charges, my checks, social security card, drivers license, SPARE KEYS, etc in my purse. The weird thing is usually these are not in my purse but scattered about, but seeing as to how I wanted to be a responsible adult for once, I kept it all together...BRAVO! By 6 A.M. I was working on getting everything cancelled and waiting until 7:30 when I could make my police report. It was lame, it sucked, and I'm still working on getting everything back in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondly, my insurance (medical) is still working on processing my claims for my gall bladder surgery. I've gotten two letters recently that say I owe some money...money I clearly do not have, since I just moved and have an 1100 dollar window to replace...yes, it is 1100 dollars to fix the small back window on the rear passenger side and fix a 6 inch dent in my door. My surgery was in July, and I really wish this would just all be over...because what the hell else were my options, not have surgery and allow my gall bladder to burst and kill me? Yes, clearly I should have chosen that because it seems logical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To top off of craptastic cake, I went back home for a night last weekend. I need to bring some more stuff down here. I went out on Friday night and had a great time, but then Saturday  morning I decided it might be nice to put my car in the ditch. Everything seemed Jim Dandy, once a stranger helped to push me out...until my brakes decided not to work as I was almost back down here in Milwaukee. It's a nice feeling to be going 75 MPH on 41, tailing a large brown vehicle when all of a sudden they brake and you can't do a damn thing...oh ya, and there's a semi merging in the right lane! At this point I don't think I can say luck helped me out...but someone has to be watching over me. I have found out that I "didn't have a brake line" as they put it, I tore it off or something. Hmm...that seems important? CHACHING...another 600 dollars on the credit card for repairs and the rental vehicle I'll have for 10 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of the day, I love my new place and I'm looking forward to getting my life in order and having more time to scrapbook and read. However, I'm finding it hard to relax these days with so many things left unfinished in my personal life. I've been spending less and less time at work because things are slowing down a bit, but I find I just can't handle chaotic situations in all aspects of my life. I've had those "bad feelings" lately though, so none of this was really a surprise to me, it's just very sucky. When I look at everything though, there are much worse things that could have happened. It's hard to be a positive person (yes, even though I am extremely sarcastic on the inside I still see myself overall as positive) when there's nothing immediate to look forward to or be happy with. I will happily wave 2007 goodbye and look forward to starting semi fresh in 2008. Stickers and Ponies and Myspace.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5672535413337845721?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5672535413337845721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5672535413337845721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5672535413337845721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5672535413337845721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleepless-nights-and-empty-bank.html' title='Sleepless nights and empty bank accounts'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4700407591925096270</id><published>2007-10-31T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:07:58.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ursher..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, as I sit here listening to my old Usher CD...I think back to good times and bad. It reminds me of jammin' out with the other girls at the restaurant as we were cleaning up for the night, reminds me of long car rides around town...and then I realized how this is really a sex CD. This is the sort of CD you put on when you aren't really going to listen to the lyrics...if you know what I'm sayin'. I also tend to think Usher is a HOT man, not solely appearance wise, but the singing, the dancing....full package for sure. You may wonder why I chose to blog like an adolescent teenager..I don't know, I just felt it was appropriate since it was brining back to that time in my life....skipping ahead....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In short...makeup and ponies, and myspace.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, work has been nuts, per the usual. Today I did actually catch up on quite a few loose ends though. I'm not nearly as organized or in the loop as I should be...with anything...but I'm making progress. I finally finished setting up my sample area, I replied to a ton of unanswered e-mails from this week, and last...and it only took me working a 13 hour workday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm actually glad I stayed and took care of shit, because Thursday is my "short" day, because I go in around 6-6:30, and try to leave by 4:30 because of bowling. Because of what I do, and the people I deal with, I never have time to catch up on anything until after 5...so tomorrow will be like every other Thursday, put out as many fires as possible before I punch out. It gets frustrating, but every day is different, and I can see some improvements so I have hope that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I'm exhausted, but I keep pushing myself harder so that I don't just collapse. So far...it's been working. I tend to be in bed before 10 these days, but since I'm getting up at 4:30 that really doesn't mean a whole lot. If I took time off, or just "relaxed" I'm sure I'd feel like shit, because this past weekend back home was horrible. I'm hoping that I will be able to recharge a bit over Thanksgiving, since we have Thanksgiving day and that Friday off. I won't be going back home, so I'll probably work on packing, resting, and spending time with Lexi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AH yes...I did find an apartment. I'm fortunate enough to be able to have the funds to be able to be on my own for the first time in my life, and it's great. I just feel better about myself knowing that I can accomplish that. Hopefully everything goes smoothly, and there will be no snow during the move! Not to mention, I feel like a shitty roommate since I am never around. The downside of the apartment is that I am moving to Oconomowoc, which is way west of the folk that I typically hang out with. Hopefully they'll still visit from time to time, although with my weekly trip into town for bowling I highly doubt I will be making it eastward very often. I'm even going to look into getting some furniture, maybe I can find some stuff on craigslist once I am closer to moving day and have a way to transport items. I can start moving stuff the week before the first, and put it in the garage though, so I'm hoping that I can put a big dent in moving by bringing a few carloads out during the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that, and including that...yes I am a boring 23 year old. My favorite holiday is today, and it came and went before I even knew it...sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At any rate, Happy Halloween and I hope everyone got to do something sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4700407591925096270?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4700407591925096270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4700407591925096270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4700407591925096270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4700407591925096270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/10/ursher.html' title='Ursher..'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3088427766230340760</id><published>2007-10-13T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:05:18.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How the world works...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's funny isn't it? Again, I am astonished at the world around, how fast it moves, how far I've come, how stupid people can be. Really..it's truly amazing. I have no specifics on the stupid people part...there isn't enough time to delve, suffice it to say some people needn't breed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately I have been so consumed with work that I have not taken a look around me to see what is going on. I really haven't had the chance. I have library books that are 3 weeks overdue, 5 CD's that are still in packaging that need to be sent back to BMG, trips to make to visit people before winter...there just seems to be no time. While I've definitely enjoyed being in 'Tosa, and living with the Heckers, I feel as though I need to move closer to work. I am not only wasting time, but money in my traveling to work which has now become a 6-7 day a week job. A lot of my work friends also live more west, so in trying to get together after work, I always have the 30-40 minute drive to think about. It's lame. I'm lame. I never thought I could live by myself because I enjoy being social, but the more I think about it, I think it would be a good experience for me. I've always had others to lean on, even though I often helped to manage the whole "renting" experience. I'm also now making enough money that I can afford to be out on my own. It's a new feeling. Now, I'm not rolling in cash, and I have a shit ton of debt, but it's the first time in my life that I wouldn't have to scrap pennies to be by myself. AND THAT, is a good feeling.  I already explained my commute situation with the roommates, and I'm sure they understand, as they usually don't see me until after 6 these days. I feel bad that I'm also heavily relying on others to take care of the dog. I know she could go the work day, or at least until my lunch without being out, as she was just fine today when I went to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel as though I've definitely changed quite a bit in these past few months. While my stress because of increased responsibilities has sky rocketed, it's definitely been a motivator, and something that makes me analyze my decisions. It is okay to have the occasional drink, night out with the girls, or go to bed by 10. I wasn't drinking at all during the week for awhile, because work was so intense. Now, I realize that a drink might be what I need just to relax and get work off the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm also going to actually take a weekend off at the end of the month to go back home. Next weekend on Saturday I plan on going to La Crosse to visit the crazy folk that I miss so much. I guess it's true what they say, work hard, play hard. I'm working on doing more the play hard part now that I have the work hard part down. Megan Keller has reached adult status, it is official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3088427766230340760?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3088427766230340760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3088427766230340760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3088427766230340760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3088427766230340760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-world-works.html' title='How the world works...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1746393481584933698</id><published>2007-09-28T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:59:06.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing of Fests...drinking of beers...and work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, it's the ever anticipated drunkest weekend of the year, Oktoberfest in La Crosse. Yet again I had plans on attending which did not pan out well for me. As I sit back and think about it...I'm actually not even that upset about missing it. Sure, the chance to see and drink with many friends is alluring, but no longer a priority...or worth the hassle of a large drunken crowd. I mean, I would have easily spent 100 dollars this weekend on booze, food, gas, etc, and I'm guessing I wouldn't feel any more satisfied than I will sitting home for the weekend. Large crowd events definitely are not my thing, and I'm realizing that more and more as I get older. I just hate obnoxious people, and nobody likes an angry drunk trucker chick. Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Lieu of the festivities I am drinking some beers at home tonight, playing with the dog, and catching up on some work. Well, I finished work before drinking, but it's all the same these days anyway. I'm pretty sure I'm up to 60 hours a week at work, I don't even pay attention anymore. I just go in knowing there is a ton of stuff for me to do. The sucky part is that I really have no reason to complain as I have only been working this hard for the past month or so, there have been people putting in more time than myself...for a lot longer. It's totally sucky. I'm starting to get tired though, and I'm worrying myself over details that I would have have worried about before. I always feel like I'm doing something wrong these days, as what I do can easily make life very difficult for everyone. All of that aside, I still love what I do and see a lot of opportunity once we can make it out of this inventory hole we have dug ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My patience is wearing very thin, and I've started to let down the mask of "I'll just sugar coat" everything. I pretty much tell everyone exactly how I feel...no matter what they may think or do. It's the only way I can keep my sanity at this point. I've also lost my glasses, and with all this computer work, my eyes are starting to bug out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sleeping patterns are also F'd up. Some nights I'm sleeping 8 hours, others it's 3 or 4. Not enough hours in the day...truly. I volunteered to go in this weekend and help out as well since I'll be around, which will mean...after this weekend I will have worked 25 of the days this month, and that includes our 3 day weekend at the beginning of the month. When I put it in that context it seems much worse. So, while I vent...I feel good because I feel useful and I keep busy at work, there's not a day that drags anymore, and I work with a great group of people most of whom are just as motivated if not more than myself. I keep it going with the "If I work my ass off now, maybe in 10-15 years I can sit back and enjoy myself" mentality. Since I have very little outside responsibilities or social life at this point, I don't mind going the extra 200 miles, as long as it is appreciated and necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you keep up with all of that...if you did you have a glimpse into everyday life for Megan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure, I wish things were more carefree as they once had been, but hell I'm making good money now and I have a puppy...I must be doing something right...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1746393481584933698?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1746393481584933698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1746393481584933698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1746393481584933698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1746393481584933698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-of-festsdrinking-of-beersand.html' title='Missing of Fests...drinking of beers...and work'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6579145924873494470</id><published>2007-09-23T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:39:49.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobos, puppies, 92 year olds, and cowboy hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of the above things have relevance, in some way, shape, or form. I realize I have not blogged in ALMOST 2 months. Holy Crap. I am now able to tell you all the truth...it is because I was working on a secret mission and had to go Rogue for a few weeks. I am back now though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned 23, hooray! It's true what that song says, noone likes you when you're 23. I actually find it quite amusing because I am the "baby" in the office, and to me 23 seems "old" but to everyone else I just get an eye roll. I had a party, and it was awesome. There was wop, most of which was dumped after I was pretty much the only one partaking. I couldn't drink it after I felt like all the acid had eaten my esophagus. It was a good time, and everyone that attended seemed to enjoy themselves. I wish it could have been bigger...but my birthday always seems to fall at an inconvenient time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jon turned 92, which is simply amazing. Ambie cooked an awesome dinner and then we hit up Tosa fest...where crowd watching is always amusing. "You're in MY town". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also got a new little puppy! I'm working on updating my pictures, so soon I will be able to post some pics of the ridiculousness that has been going on. She's actually been great for a puppy. She loves people and gets along well with other dogs. Sure, she likes to poop on the floor every now and then, but hey, doesn't everybody?? I know I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been great having her around because I feel like I'm doing something else with my life besides working and sleeping. Now I work, rarely sleep, and have a puppy! I love her though, she's so cute always looking up at me, and I even decided to let her sleep in the bed. I always said I would not allow a dog to do that, but she's so little, and this way she sleeps through the night without going to the bathroom...bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have taken on some more responsibilities at work. Which means I now work between 55-60 hours a week. I still love what I do though, and I know eventually it will all slow down. However, my commute is killing me. I am on the road at least an hour everyday, which is okay when you are working 8-9 hours a day, but not when you work 12. I've started looking for some things closer to work, but I really don't feel like moving. I also have never really been "by myself" so I'm interested to see how that would work. I imagine I will become a hermit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, even though I haven't been posting I guess quite a lot has been going on in a nutshell. I rarely see anyone or do anything, but I guess at this point in life that tends to happen. I miss seeing everyone, but at the same time I'm really happy and satisfied with everything else going on. My work environment rules, and I enjoy the people I work with. Who could ask for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, Hecker is a hobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace Out world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6579145924873494470?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6579145924873494470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6579145924873494470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6579145924873494470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6579145924873494470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/09/hobos-puppies-92-year-olds-and-cowboy.html' title='Hobos, puppies, 92 year olds, and cowboy hats'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5120307314639471527</id><published>2007-08-05T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:57:17.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing organs and other news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man...I feel like I have not updated in a coon's age. How long do 'coons live anyway? I don't know...but at any rate it's been too long with all the updates I need to provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, it is true what you have heard, I am sans gall bladder. After a week of hell, and about 3 years of random gall bladder attacks it has been diagnosed and removed. Good riddance. We'll see how many bills come rolling in now...but other that I am doing VERY well now. I need to start taking some things slower though and I've also had a lot of time to sit around and think lately. I'm going to continue to work very hard at work, but I realize I need to fit in more social, megan enhancing activities as well. This will be difficult seeing as to how I have become accustomed to sitting around and web browsing, video games, and Friends/Scrubs watching. However, I need to start doing things...because if I don't do it now, when will I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which, brings me to my next point. I'm considering returning to school to acquire my MBA. Or maybe even another graduate degree...or certificate or something. I have a little more research to do to narrow down how I want to go about things, but I'm considering a lot of things...I'd like to start working on some foreign language skills, in addition to acquiring more "business" related coursework. There are different options I just need to see what makes the most sense for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, this weekend I went home for Waterfront. Which is basically an excuse for people to get wasted back in my home town....not that they need a reason. I went for the fireworks which were awesome. I also was able to go out for a little while and run into some old faces. I didn't run into anyone that was "annoying" though. Just people I would have actually liked to see...which is unusual and nice. I also played a shit ton of cards with my family and visited Green Bay. It's weird to go down to Green Bay which always seemed so large to me growing up...and now does not seem that big at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, my birthday and party is coming up. I'm starting to realize that I should stop organizing events because every time I try...people are always busy or unable to attend. It's totally lame, and it sucks that it never seems to work out. It seems I can never match up with schedules and it's total dawgbalz. So my blanket statement is that after this year, I am not having another birthday party...I'm just going to celebrate with myself...and a bottle of hard liquor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I have to attend work tomorrow so I'm just going to go ahead and shower and sleep...because that is how I roll Fo SHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5120307314639471527?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5120307314639471527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5120307314639471527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5120307314639471527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5120307314639471527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/08/missing-organs-and-other-news.html' title='Missing organs and other news'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5251323027553693324</id><published>2007-07-15T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:35:13.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair, New Week, New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I decided to get my haircut again, as the past few have just been trims in preparation for the Merritt-Mischo wedding. Now that I have been able to show the "beautifulness" of my longer hair, I decided to do my usual summer cut. I walked into the salon on Friday after work with only two instructions, I want it just above my shoulders with layers, and I want it CUT. That was all. 15 minutes later there was a pile of hair on the floor and I think I might have lost 3 pounds. I'd love to grow it out and donate to Locks for Love, but I never get my hair 10+ inches to do that since I always have layers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm excited to start a new week, last week work was completely consuming and exhausting. I put in at least 50 hours in the office, 4 at the Y, and probably another 4-6 at home working through my e-mail. There are some big projects on my plate so I'm just trying to keep it all together and make it happen...it's weird to have this stuff weighing on me for completion, but I'm definitely the sort of person that gets complete joy out of being in such a position. In addition I am working on finding more business seminars and such to hone in and develop some more of the professional skills that will probably be useful moving forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been hard trying to fit anything in this summer, but I think that I'll be able to do more of those things once fall comes around and I have more free weekends. I also might start to work from home a little more...and actually get paid for it...which would be nice. I should be getting a laptop if the request goes through, so I'll be able to connect in to our network and such...which means I can actually work at full capacity instead of accessing just e-mail via webmail. It's totally lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think reviews are coming up too, so that will be exciting as I'll hopefully get some time to discuss my future goals/plans. I'm happy to have found an atmosphere that I can thrive in, more than that I suppose it's lucky that I found it. Even though work has been my life, there's really nothing else I'd rather do. Well, it's time for lunch, some more Sunday nothingness and maybe even a nap...yes...a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5251323027553693324?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5251323027553693324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5251323027553693324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5251323027553693324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5251323027553693324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-hair-new-week-new-start.html' title='New Hair, New Week, New Start'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2796251953081944143</id><published>2007-07-14T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:49:15.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I got lost in Coate Field at UW-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Kristin stole a snowboard at City Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I realized that there REALLY IS always room for Jell-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Thanksgiving wasn't just about the turkey and fixin's but other things too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I first drank 2 fishbowls in a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...We started the "Famous Quotes" at 512&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Melinda and I drew camels and sang Cruella De Ville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I laughed, cried, fought, drank, and screamed all in one evening at the Wasaukee Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I had my first beer bong...out of a flamingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...A bunch of Pimps and Ho's gathered for one of the best New Year's ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Drinking, listening to music and driving was just something that was a given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I spent a night in a bathtub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Hecker DIDN'T make the 7:30 shift on his last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I thought my dog had run away, when really she was in my room the entire night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Roadtrip to Georgia/sleeping at a waystop in Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...SPRING BREAK LA CROSSE 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Playing Cak's and Cooters! (spelling is probably off here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...My "signature" was drinking vodka straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I first heard..."Not in my house...not today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...We discovered the A-Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I tried to tackle the vice principal of our school in the commons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh...some fond memories. Do you remember any of those? I long for the freedom and randomness I once had in life...even though I'm much happier now than I ever was in the past. Isn't that strange? Maybe it's just nostalgia...or maybe that's what they mean when they talk about your "younger days". At any rate I can never say it wasn't fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2796251953081944143?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2796251953081944143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2796251953081944143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2796251953081944143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2796251953081944143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-remember-when.html' title='I remember when...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8761282472674025931</id><published>2007-07-08T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:39:59.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like?</title><content type='html'>I decided to go with something completely new for my blog. I've also decided that I am not going to take the time to revise any of the old posts so you can see them. With all the changes I've done..the colors are messed up in old posts. I wanted to clean everything up and just have something new to look at. Also, I have some random energy, so I thought...why not use it to do one of the things I've been putting off? I hope you all enjoy it, and if not...don't ever come back. Just kidding, but seriously I dig it, and I know everyone will be able to read my posts from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been awesome, I've been able to actually enjoy myself and not have to worry about things I "have" to do. I've been getting a lot done because this weekend is all about spontaneity. I got a lot of things I "should" do done, and some extras as well. I hope tomorrow can be just as productive! I got some new kids...and have attached the pictures of the others as well. Here's the current roster of marine life I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jon-O fish, first fish I ever purchased for the new tank. He is a black Molly (I'm not completely sure on sex of the creatures I have...but like to name them as I feel fit)&lt;br /&gt;2. Emma, she is a White Molly with a puffed belly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aaron, he had a brother, but he was not as tough as this one. He is a ghost shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new guys...&lt;br /&gt;4. Conan, he is a golden mickey mouse Platty. He is very camera friendly.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jamie, another golden mickey mouse Platty. She currently hides in the plastic plants.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sam *AKA Sammy/Samuel*, He is an African Dwarf Frog. He's neat to watch and I'm excited to watch him swim around the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures and from the descriptions I'm sure you can figure out who is who...Jon-o and Emma have a thing, I'm pretty sure they are never further than a half inch away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-1si7SMI/AAAAAAAABtU/3ryZigLDqtc/s1600-h/IMG_3400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-1si7SMI/AAAAAAAABtU/3ryZigLDqtc/s320/IMG_3400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084703440257108162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-tMi7SLI/AAAAAAAABtM/9FkWxHxD-B8/s1600-h/IMG_3397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-tMi7SLI/AAAAAAAABtM/9FkWxHxD-B8/s320/IMG_3397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084703294228220082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-k8i7SKI/AAAAAAAABtE/jT_cdvZUscc/s1600-h/IMG_3394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-k8i7SKI/AAAAAAAABtE/jT_cdvZUscc/s320/IMG_3394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084703152494299298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-csi7SJI/AAAAAAAABs8/z9ZoX6OpvZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-csi7SJI/AAAAAAAABs8/z9ZoX6OpvZ0/s320/IMG_3411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084703010760378514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-TMi7SII/AAAAAAAABs0/fCvZ7j9XBaw/s1600-h/IMG_3413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-TMi7SII/AAAAAAAABs0/fCvZ7j9XBaw/s320/IMG_3413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084702847551621250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8761282472674025931?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8761282472674025931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8761282472674025931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8761282472674025931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8761282472674025931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-like.html' title='Do you like?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RpB-1si7SMI/AAAAAAAABtU/3ryZigLDqtc/s72-c/IMG_3400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4720923040342404585</id><published>2007-06-29T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:04:58.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am currently typing from the LivInn Suites here in Maplewood,MN. That's right...here I am. The room is pretty nice, especially for the price and proximity to where the wedding reception is taking place. Not to mention, I found out Melinda lives only 10 minutes from here...SAWEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've found my way around here pretty well...and I'm excited to do nothing today. Yesterday I spent a lot of time traveling and settling in, and today the rehearsal is going on, but other than that I can just chill and watch movies and do nothing. I'm glad this can be a sort of vacation for me, because I definitely think it is deserved. I have had to do a little work on this time off, but I think I can finish a project today and completely enjoy the wedding and such after that. I've decided that I am absolutely in love with my job. I have a lot of freedom to implement things that need to be done, and I get to work with a variety of people and requests everyday. I actually feel sort of important now, which rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a great time in La Crosse, as I made a pit stop there Wednesday before coming up here. Also, any place that can serve regular sized rail drinks for 1 dollar is pretty much the best place on earth. I got to see some of my ITS folk, and also saw Adam and Dacia. I will be able to put up some pictures on Sunday...oh and Happy Fun Cow also came out for some fun. We had to leave him behind before going downtown because he passed out early...silly cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to turn off Justin and Kelly since that is what just came on VH1, and check out Vacancy...which seems like an appropriate flick to watch while staying in a hotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4720923040342404585?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4720923040342404585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4720923040342404585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4720923040342404585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4720923040342404585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/06/minnesota.html' title='Minnesota'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2134337878501388902</id><published>2007-06-18T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:00:41.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;had one of those days that was fine in most accounts, but you still though...man I wish I could start over. Today was just a really long day, with the little fires to put out and the usual laundry list of obligations and things that don't get accomplished. Sometimes I wish I could just go and take a week of vacation *PAID VACATION*, and just completely unwind. Again, I didn't have a bad day or anything, it was just a normal day...and yet...I need a break. I think I'm just sick of having an endless list of things to get done...and a bunch of things that get pushed to the side because I simply have no time or energy at the end of the day. Also, I have decided to run for President in 2008. I'm going to need all of your monies...ASAP. I've decided I can no longer tolerate stupidity and adults that apparently were never taught common sense and how to be an adult. Again, this started out with re-dumb drivers...doesn't it always? Then it only escalated as it appears that the sales reps that I work with...who are at LEAST 20 years my elder...don't listen or retain any information. Too bad for them, I pretty much control the universe, and I'm going to just start ignoring their projects if they can't do it correctly. TAKE THAT experienced sales force! The "real world" is getting scarier and scarier by the day. I'm pretty sure I could rule the world, I really don't want to...but I could. I'd go into office with only my own thoughts and views in mind, and just go to town. Stupid people will not breed. If you can't pass a logic/common sense test you will not drive. Stop making wars abroad and fix our current state of affairs. Ax the space program, until we have the "earth" program solved. Improved public transportation to allow for less car/fuel usage. These are just some of the things I'd work on...I guess that's pretty much my "platform" if you will. I'm running under the Megan Rules party, and I'm looking for other members to add to my cabinet and a VP. Hair, you can be my financial advisor...the jewish fist, Amber, you can be secretary of sexiness, and yes...we will have an affair. Hecker, you can have some other position...maybe one that I will create...the Atheist of the board? The dude of reason and justice?  Everyone else...I can find you spots as well. I'm looking for a VP, so send a resume and I can consider you as a possible running mate. Once I become President I think I can take 8-12 week vacations...I won't have to deal with peoples' shit...because I can make laws...and life would be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I can rule the world, with a little help from my friends...cuz I get high with a little help from my friends...I get by...with a little help from my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2134337878501388902?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2134337878501388902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2134337878501388902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2134337878501388902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2134337878501388902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2005594603271633942</id><published>2007-06-17T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:25:55.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's add one more day to the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it's freakin' Sunday night already. Sure, I got a lot of stuff done this weekend that I had been putting off, but I'm still nowhere near satisfied. Yeah, maybe I should be taking care of that stuff instead of sitting here typing a blog, but that just seems TOO easy. I did take like 6 things off my list today, so I guess I can't feel too bad. The roommates have been gone this weekend, so I've had the house to myself and been taking care of the dog. He can be VERY sassy. I'm also looking at getting my own little buddy. Hopefully by the time my birthday rolls around something will come up. I miss having a little dog around that will just sit in my lap and be ecstatic whenever I come home. Lately life has been BUSY BUSY BUSY. June is the craziest month I've had in a long time. Chris's wedding is at the end of the month, and there has been so much planning/preparing for that I should have also gotten married to someone and split the costs. I can't imagine the planning that goes into a wedding, much less doing it on top of everything else...people that get married are CRAZY. I think I'll just go to vegas, or rent out some place and hire someone to do all my work for me. Man, I'm getting sleepy already so I best get back to the work, but thought I'd at least check in to let people know that I'm still alive...sort of...and hopefully July will be more socially friendly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2005594603271633942?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2005594603271633942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2005594603271633942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2005594603271633942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2005594603271633942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-add-one-more-day-to-weekend.html' title='Let&apos;s add one more day to the weekend...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7020608044941645588</id><published>2007-05-27T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:09:26.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap...almost half way through 2007???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the first time in a long time I've had some time to sit and think, and then I realized that this year is WELL underway. As I look at all the things I accomplished, I can definitely see that 5 months worth of stuff has happened, but it's still nuts. Then, I started thinking about all the "resolutions" and things I had started back in December. And, since I don't want to be one of those people that just gives up on them..I thought I'd review. PLUS, I'm not sure if anyone could see this in the original post since my color scheme was a little..out of whack then :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here are the things I listed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Membership to the YMCA, or other club.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This I sort of did...since I work there now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Less T.V. more reading (3 books a month to start)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not even close to accomplishing this one, but I have watched less T.V. on the whole...thank god for DVR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Start listening to at least 1 new cd each week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; This would be a lot easier if I had some time, however I have been doing at least 2 a month, so that's not bad I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Try to make my job work out...or find a new one in March if things do not go well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*If, I start a new job...the possiblity of moving out of the area*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We all know how this went..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Get more involved in the community (church, professional organizations..that sort of thing)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This I also accomplished. I recently found a church in Tosa, even though I had one in Waukesha...and I am part of the Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;STOP going out to eat as much...limit to twice a week tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Probably never going to happen...but I will make more of an effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Find a way to meet more new people in the area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have been working on this too, and it's going pretty well...work/church has helped a lot with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have a second attempt at teaching myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; Haven't even looked into this one yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Start a budget/keeping receipts to keep everything in order&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This I am doing, minus keeping receipts...found out my credit card does all that for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Start saving more money (this one should be easy since "savings account" is just a word that appears on my online account right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm also well on my way with this, I've already set a goal and am 45% there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm actually surprised and happy that I've been working through all these things, and some have been easier than others.  I find that I usually let go by March...but I am going to make a conscious effort to at least work toward this unfinished things in the next 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Also, I'm bringing back my "give something up" thing that I also promptly ended around March. For June I am giving up most take out foods, The Pizza, burgers, chinese, etc. I have been spending WAY too much on these things since I am never around, but I need to start making meals or something. I've also decided to give up LAZINESS for June, and possibly for the rest of my life if that can happen. Today I actually walked to church and back for a total of 2.7 miles. I've decided that I could easily do 4 hours of walking a week, and that it gives me time to clear my head. Now...of course we have to take into account bad weather, but I'm still aiming for 4 hours a week of walking. Also, I will be going home next weekend for my brother's graduation, so I am going to bring back my bike and golf clubs which will hopefully dig into the laziness a bit too. I don't think I've really been that lazy lately...just too busy to think and exhausted. However I need to find some time for myself and I think walking will do that for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another thing I've picked back up is Scrapbooking. I'm going to work on a Spring/Summer scrapbook...because there is so much going on this summer. Colton's Graduation, Chris/Nicole's Wedding, Camping (hopefully), Brewers Games, Golfing, Swimming, and of course My Birthday. I will take a shitton of pictures like usual, but then weed through to have a sampling for the scrapbook, as I think trying to do them all would be way too time consuming and costly. HOWEVER, I found this lady that does scrapbooking and has an entire setup in her basement of stuff. This lady easily has over thousands and thousands of dollars in equipment and supplies...no lie. She told me she'd sell me some of her things and I could just pick through and find what I needed. Well, I probably picked up 250 dollars of stuff...easily...and she gave it to me for 40 dollars. PLUS, she was happy I paid her well so she is willing to give me more down the road if I need it, or help me to make cutouts and such. It was really sweet. This lady has so much stuff that I could go to her for the next 10 years and she'd still have way too much shit. But, this is awesome for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Other than that, which is a lot...life has been Crazy Mary. I got moved to a more suitable position at work...still in the same department and everything just a new title. I am the International Project Coordinator. I get to work with the vendors in Asia that produce some of our product to make sure things are getting done and to the right standards. I will get to see new products before they are introduced and have a say in whether they should go forward. So, I get a good job between international business and Product Development, which should bode well for me. I have yet to see a raise, but I am confident that the company will compensate me when it has the means to do so...as we are a seasonal business in terms of getting paid. Calendars are so huge with us...that once November rolls around I'm sure I'll be put up for a raise. Until then...I'll just keep on keeping on and all that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7020608044941645588?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7020608044941645588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7020608044941645588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7020608044941645588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7020608044941645588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-crapalmost-half-way-through-2007.html' title='Holy Crap...almost half way through 2007???'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4042303024443533956</id><published>2007-05-20T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:57:53.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock to the rythm and bop to the beat of the radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AH...Kings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I got to see Kings of Leon live in concert this past Thursday, and they ruled! I wasn't pleased with the asshole moshers, but the music was good. I don't understand the moshing mentality. Why don't you mosh with other moshers, and leave the others who just want to jam to the music alone? I mean, I have no problem with people jumping around or getting into the music in their own way, but I had to give up a rockin' space because of beer spilling, clothes grabbing, and pushing. F that noise man, F it. Other than that life has been rather uneventful. We went to the Brewers game tonight and they finally beat the Twins...which is way cool. Last night I caught a movie with Hair, Disturbia which I found to be a decent flick. The theater was also WAY nice. *Not sure why I'm using all this unusual lingo, but I think I'm just to tired to sleep. I still haven't been sleeping the best and I think it's because I can't seem to turn my brain off at the end of the day. I guess earlier when I said that life has been uneventful I sort of lied. Things have been steadily moving along and I'm trying to adjust to my new role. It's hard to adjust though as it seems everyday my role changes. I keep getting tasks and titles added on...which is okay...just makes it hard to settle in. I also found out the raise probably won't happen until way later this year. I'm okay with that too, because there's a lot of opportunity to become awesome and earn more leverage in the meantime. I still think I'm positioning myself in a good spot, and I'm definitely making myself noticed along the way. I'm starting to feel quite accomplished for 22 years old, even though I'm not making boat loads of money or anything. I've been asked a lot what my 5 year plan is. And my answer is always the same, as I'm open to change and not worried about much as long as I'm always moving forward. As of late I have formed more of an opinion of what I want to do...and more motivation in turn. I look forward to positioning myself higher in the food chain of business in the next 2-3 years. I'm going to take in every opportunity and learning experience I can, while I can. I think these are the years that I need to position myself. I think there are currently two opinions of me in the company. The first, and the better...is that I am very capable of many tasks, and that I could easily advance and be a huge benefit to the company moving forward...and then there are people who don't understand why I've been moved as I have and resent the fact that I'm so young and doing it. I know these things, because in a round about way the person that promoted me has told me that. I can understand the second opinion just because there are people that have had their same jobs in the company for 10 years or more. I have come in with little experience, and moved within 2 months. I'm not writing this to brag, but as a "thinking out loud", because I never really thought I could be a key player so early in the game. I think there will be many obstacles, and I think most of mine will come from my age at this point. In the end, it really doesn't matter because at the end of the day I know I earned whatever is given to me...and I'll just continue to do my job. I love blogging for the simple fact that I sit down ready to write on a topic, and then I just veer off in some direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope things continue to go well because I finally feel happy and see a future with what I am doing. And let me tell you...that is a great feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4042303024443533956?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4042303024443533956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4042303024443533956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4042303024443533956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4042303024443533956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-to-rythm-and-bop-to-beat-of-radio.html' title='Rock to the rythm and bop to the beat of the radio'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3765894738727629288</id><published>2007-05-10T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:41:42.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the rain is gone...I can see all obstacles in my way...do do do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is the song that came to mind as I thought about what to name this post. Wednesday, hump day...was more like a riding a bike on a gravel and only having one leg. AKA, it was hard and a bumpy path. Turns out my intuition was right, sort of. My boss did get "let go" Wednesday morning. I'm pretty sure between 10-11 a.m. I experienced more emotions that a mushroom/ecstasy trip. It was fucking out there. I went from medicore/tired, to shocked, to worried, to frightened, to a cocaine addict, to a cocaine addict without a line, to calm, to nervous, intimidated right on up to ecstatic. I'm sure I missed some emotions in there, but I have no time to write them ALL down. SO, my boss was fired ahem..."let go"....and I thought, well that is the end of me since I am soley her assistant. Well, turns out I've been helping out/making friends in the right places because our acting Operations Director asked me to join the operations team at the company. He told me that he saw some great potential in me, and that he wants to make sure that he takes good hard working people and moves them to important powerful positions. This person is only "acting" in the position because he's technically from a consulting group that our equity firm hired. He's a straight shooter and GREAT at business. Of course this makes him very intimidating. He and my former boss did not get along at all. I then spent the rest of Wednesday shadowing him and meeting the S&amp;OP (sales and operations planning) group that I would possibly be working with. These people are GREAT. They are a lot of fun, and it's a totally different atmosphere over at our distribution center. Not to mention they are the most important part of the company and getting in that area would definitely be a good move. I have decided to take a position as S&amp;amp;OP Coordinator. I will do some administrative tasks still, but I will also be doing some managerial things. The intent will be to get promoted into the manager position...which is awesome. The man who is promoting me has created the position around my interest and skill, and will be writing up a pay raise/promotion outline for me as well. This basically guarantees that I won't be stuck in any position I don't want to be in. I'm ecstatic for this opportunity, and happy that it's only come a year after I graduated. Turns out finding your niche takes some time. I definitely like the company, and I think once things get ironed out I will be part of something huge, and I'm going to be in the department that makes it happen. 2 months...and I got promoted. It feels good, and I have no problem gloating about that fact. I believe that coming from a job that I didn't get any recognition in, this is a huge compliment to my hard work and skill. It makes me feel that there is a reason to get up in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3765894738727629288?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3765894738727629288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3765894738727629288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3765894738727629288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3765894738727629288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly now...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-8865843923399909519</id><published>2007-05-07T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:20:51.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I remember when I was..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I officially felt old. Not that I am too old, in fact most of my friends are older than I am...eat it suckers...but I can definitely tell I am aging. I learned that no longer does the YMCA allow for "how long you can breathe underwater" tests. Now, I've never been signed up for any of those "special" classes so I know that it does make sense...but it started a great conversation between me and the other girl I was working with tonight. When I was in swim lessons...ah...the minnow days...we use to always test how long we could go in the dead man's position. Now, they no longer allow for kids to do any holding of their breathe. In fact, there's not a whole lot that kids can do these days at the Y. They can't sit on the ledges by the window, they can't climb up on the equipment, they can't throw balls...nothing.  I always feel bad telling a kid they can't do something that I know damn well I would have been doing "back in the day". The problem is parents. I've decided that parents are WAY to concerned with their children "getting hurt" these days that they don't want them to do anything. YET, it's these same parents that ignore them or send them off to the YMCA for hours on end so someone else can watch them. WTF parents? The problem isn't that they might get hurt...the problem is the parents don't want it to happen on their watch. I have only worked there for a few months and already I have had plenty of parents arguing and complaining about how things are done. "my kid fell and is crying, why weren't you watching him?"...well it could be the fact that there are 15 other kids here in the gym...or maybe it's the fact that you've been sitting there on your ass the entire time and I thought perhaps you could keep an eye on your own child...you know...the 4 year old YOU are responsible for watching. Of course, I am not able to respond in such a way. I need to say things like, "I understand how you feel, and I apologize...*bullshit*" Kids fall, kids get scratches, kids get bruises, they are kids! I was ALWAYS with a babysitter when I was a kid, and not once do I remember my parents reprimanding my babysitter for an injury...why would they? What the hell has changed that parents no longer understand that kids are kids? We now live in the "it's not my fault/responsibility generation". Where a person can win a lawsuit for spilling HOT coffee on themselves, or blaming video games for violence, or fast food for weight problems. Newsflash...YOU are a common denominator in every last problem/issue in your life. It's not only parents that piss me off, it's just adults in general. While working in the real world I hear excuses all day long as to why things aren't done. I've heard "a communication error" so many times that I could scream. Just fucking say..."I didn't tell you what I wanted, my bad...let's correct it". People are so afraid to be wrong or to mess up that they just start a game of hot potato to see where the blame can land. Fuck that. Stand up when you've screwed up, correct your mistake and move on. It makes things much more efficient, and you don't have a bunch of resentment waiting to explode. I've very much digressed here, but it's my blog and I can veer off if I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In summation, I remember a time when I could act like a kid, have fun, and get in trouble. Hey, it happens. I hope that people will start to show more responsibility for their own lives and live life. Because that is what we are here for people! Now everything has changed, the world is teh suck, and I'm saying things like, "I remember when I was a kid..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-8865843923399909519?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/8865843923399909519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=8865843923399909519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8865843923399909519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/8865843923399909519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-remember-when-i-was.html' title='&quot;I remember when I was...&quot;'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3663675663622953703</id><published>2007-05-04T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:27:41.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another week gone, another week of beautiful days and no time to enjoy them....ahhh...Adulthood. I have limited time as I have to go to work. I may be out of a job soon, so these days are very precious to me. Since there have been a lot of changes going on with the company, they are still in the midst of a lot of restructuring, and I fear my position will either be changed or eliminated in the upcoming days. Hopefully sooner rather than later because the anxiety is killing me. I look forward to this weekend where I have NOTHING going on...no babysitting, no moving, no traveling, no bullshit. I might take a trip to the library, or work on my scrapbook again...who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will try to blog more often now that I have access to the internets, but these past few weeks have been CRAZY. I hope you all can enjoy the BEA-utiful weather if you're here in Milwaukee, and if you're not that hopefully you are having the same weather luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3663675663622953703?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3663675663622953703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3663675663622953703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3663675663622953703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3663675663622953703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2176409497303880871</id><published>2007-04-05T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:28:06.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would have to say that I was most definitely a ball buster today. I took care of a lot of shit. I've been having a lot of issues with things lately, and today I was taking no crap. I first decided to compose a letter to our property management detailing my disgust with their handling of the ceiling situation. It was a controlled letter that clearly defined why I was upset, and why I thought they should have done more to compensate us. Then I dealt with the Time Magazine people, because they claim they did not get my payment. Well, too bad for them I did it through my bank online, and I can easily get them proof that I did infact pay the bill. I still need to call my bank and have them fax over the authorization...but I want my Time damnit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THEN, I decided to test my luck and go to Time Warner since I was on a roll. I got blocked again because my name is NOT on the account. It doesn't matter that I pay the bill each month...my name isn't on the account. So, I couldn't deal with stopping our cable services, but I did get my questions answered and I did talk with a manager. Apparently you can cancel at anytime, and you do get the prorated amount as your final bill. SWEET! I had a lot of issues with Charter in La Crosse with this. I ended up winning, but for the most part Time Warner seems to be less of a hassle. Not to mention, they didn't even bother talking about sending someone out to pick up the equipment. I remember in La Crosse they wanted to charge me 30 dollars to have a tech come over and pick up the cable box....give me a break. I think I had the whole "Don't fuck with me today" attitude going on, because I received a lot less guff from everyone today. I've dealt with all of them before, and it's been quite the battle, today I feel 1 point goes to the good people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that I have been busy busy busy. I heard that a good friend from back home, Andrea...you may remember her from the Pimps and Ho's party if you attended....had a baby! Her daughter was born on March 30th. As far as I know the baby is healthy, and the new mom and dad are trying to get use to being parents. Hooray for them! I love babies...SPEAKING of that, I just watched Scrubs and thought of the "my uterus is glowing" part. Scrubs was VERY good tonight I thought, even though Cox had a shaved head in a previous issue which means the show has continuity flaws, which truly bother me. However, I laughed out loud quite a few times....and of course The Office was good as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news...I haven't blogged at all, because I have yet to get a new computer. I am working on that, but in the meantime I will have to just manually write all of my ridiculous thoughts down. WOW that's a scary thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am also moving in with the Heckers at the end of April, and I am very excited for that. It will be strange to have other people around though, as Shawn's job makes him more like a ghost around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Shawn will be moving to Florida which is awesome for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My friend Heather got a new job with the American Heart Association and was able to get out of the pit that is The Employment Guide. (Not that there is anything wrong with the company....this market just blows.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've had some awesome weekends, a visit from Kristin, Gerry, and Thor which involved a lot of drinking and a Bucks game. Then there was the La Crosse weekend with the destroying of the liver, and seeing Adam and Melinda. Some crazy stuff went down, and it was a ton of fun. I can't wait to get the pictures from those weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other happy news to report is that Aaron and Kate got a new dog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN, there has been a lot of good stuff going on in my absence. Seriously...all this stuff is running through my head and I can't get a coherent thought out. Congrats to everyone I mentioned and any of those I missed that had some great, well deserved shit happen to them in the past few weeks. I know my life has been completely turned around, but I have no complaints. I'm at a job where I am VERY appreciated, I get to work with kids and in the community at the Y, I'm moving somewhere new, I'll get to have a dog in my life, and I'm looking forward to the awesome things that summer will be bringing. Not to mention, I had a great day of ball busting....in short...Life is Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Can someone come over and help me...my weiner's stuck in the zebra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm either going to have a regular drink or a fish bowl...you decide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I really need to pee.....I'm droppin' 'em right here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Megan, when we say goodbye, we kiss on the cheek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's just say none of these comments came from me, but they are all hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2176409497303880871?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2176409497303880871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2176409497303880871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2176409497303880871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2176409497303880871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-crap-what-day.html' title='Holy Crap what a day!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1691977219876778409</id><published>2007-03-13T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:32:54.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of Megan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, things have been as normal Brittney Spears' recent shennanigans. It's really been crazy here. As I sit here eating my oatmeal, I have been thinking about the past couple weeks and how it's been such a strange trip. I did get a new job at The Lang Companies, I started my job at the YMCA, I've confirmed my moving in with the Heck's come May, I've made weekend plans for the next 4 weekends, and I ordered checks. Ya, it's a big deal trust me. I've been without a new set of checks for roughly 3 months now...I had 4 checks left....3 went to rent, and one to the YMCA so I could get direct deposit. As far as upcoming events, this weekend I am babyisitting, Monday I start the new job, next weekend Kristin comes to visit/bucks game, the last weekend in March I'm going to La Crosse, and then Easter is here. Then I will have one free weekend before I start to move and get my affairs in order. I really have a lot going on since I was bored to death for the past few months...now it seems everything is happening at once. Sure, I enjoy the constant "on the go" life...but it's definitely a hard switch from where I was just a month ago. I find that early in the week I have been completely exhausted. Probably due to the fact I've been getting up at 6:30, working, going to the Y to work, and not getting home until 8:30 at night. Once I have my membership I'll have to add in actually working out as well....which makes for some long days. I assume my nights at the Y will be changing in April though...so maybe it won't be so bad if I don't work two consecutive nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to get back to work, and I have no time to spell check this document. So, if you find errors, deal with it or I will murder you. That's a wrap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bewmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1691977219876778409?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1691977219876778409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1691977219876778409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1691977219876778409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1691977219876778409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-of-megan.html' title='The life of Megan'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5984056941357098382</id><published>2007-02-14T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:54:18.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think that's a problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today while I was engaging in my usual 8 hours of weekday torture...aka work...I thought about how  horrible it is that I do hate being where I'm at. I mean, it's not that I exactly hate what I do, it's not exactly that I hate my boss, it's simply the fact that I'm making no money, I know I could do better, and I can't stand "the lady". AKA, the waste of space that somehow has found a way to surpass me in sales. I mean, let's get one thing straight, I do not dislike this lady because she is making more money than me..it's perplexing, but not the reason for my distaste. No, this lady just completely lacks all common sense. I can't STAND to listen to her speak. During one particular conversation today I thought my head was going to explode like you see on those cartoons. As I was writhing in pain listening to the woman speak I started to think of other horrible things I would rather endure than having to listen to her speak/see her ever again. The first thing that came to mind...papercuts. I would rather be getting papercuts for 10 minutes than listen to this lady speak. Now, this is not some "minor" horrible thing...I HATE papercuts and the thought alone makes my skin crawl. In fact, during &lt;em&gt;Swimming with Sharks&lt;/em&gt;, I made my roommate turn the movie off and skip through the papercut scene. However, as I was thinking of this, and then thinking about how strange it was that I was thinking of this, and then pondering my need for professional help...I thought...What else would I rather be doing right now? Here is the list, and it fits in with the phrase...I'd rather........than have to see/hear this woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eat only tofu for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquire Chiggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have my personal theme music be any Fred Durst song (this would continuously play in my head for eternity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be abducted by aliens and be probed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a nonstop itch on the bottom of my foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are just a few of the things that I would find less irritating and/or horrific than sitting next to this woman day in and day out. For the love of God...maybe I need a new job more than I thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5984056941357098382?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5984056941357098382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5984056941357098382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5984056941357098382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5984056941357098382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-think-thats-problem.html' title='Do you think that&apos;s a problem?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2077765282838794669</id><published>2007-02-07T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:09:32.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He must have ESPN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My boss that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure he does have ESPN, however I think he might have ESP as well. I thought I had been pretty discreet about my looking for a new position, especially since I've applied to a total of 3 since looking. However, today the strangest thing happened. I got fired. Ya, that's right, he fired me right then and there. No, I'm just kidding, that would fucking nuts though if it had happened...in fact I'm going to knock on wood that it doesn't happen now...moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I had my "one on one" meeting today, you know, he tells me I'm doing fine but gives me some corporate "make more calls" advice to improve my revenue...yada yada...or so I thought. We were talking and I of course drifted into other conversation about how our office is afraid of change and not moving forward....as I typically do, because it's true and he agrees. When then it happened. He started talking about how he wishes I was making more money so I would be more satisfied and wouldn't leave the company. What? "I really want you to be making more money so you don't come in here a couple weeks from now and tell me this isn't working and you're leaving" That's pretty much his quote. I was impressed that he didn't ignore the situation, or try to give me any lame ways to make things better. He basically boosted my ego a bit, and let me know he appreciated my effort and my work, and said he hopes I continue to stay and in turn make something happen. I'm pretty sure I just got the "deer in the headlights" look on my face. In fact, the only word I said was, "yeah", over and over. I'm actually happy he said something, because my biggest fear was that if I DID find a new job, and I DID quit,  he would be totally caught off guard and not even see it coming. At least now I know he thinks about it, and will probably understand if I do choose to leave. Oddly enough I'm actually more confident about leaving now after that talk than I was before...now all I need to do is land a job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I am going to be working at the YMCA now. I'm totally stoked, and I foresee many currently wasted hours being consumed with working out, swimming, and working in the kid's gym. It should be a good experience, and I don't even have to interview! I should be filling out the paperwork and starting either next week or the week after. Totally awesome. So, I finally have that second job, which is always a start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2077765282838794669?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2077765282838794669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2077765282838794669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2077765282838794669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2077765282838794669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-must-have-espn.html' title='He must have ESPN...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4979835095209254234</id><published>2007-02-06T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:00:09.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about that time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To play some poker again. I can't believe how long I have gone without poker..it seems like ages...I think it might be like 6 weeks. Maybe not that long I have a tendancy to lie and overexaggerate from time to time. Who knew? Anyway, life has been nutso without my own computer. I have realized that there is no way in hell I will be able to go the entire month without buying one. Luckily Shawn has let me use his computer in is absence, but I'm trying to only use it to check e-mail....as you can see I have fallen off the wagon! I haven't been going online anymore at work though, which is actually quite surprising. It's weird to not be able to access my files without hooking up extra devices, or to not be able to use my favorites, or chatting. That's the other thing, I'm trying really hard to stay away from chatting as well. Which, probably means most of the people I speak to on there will think I have died...as that is the only communication I typically have with them. It will be interesting to see if I start using my phone more, or move to more productive things in the upcoming months...but as I said I have quickly realized there's no going "cold turkey" with my computer addiction. The other part that makes it hard is the fact that I'm trying to get a new job, and I did my taxes online, etc, etc. So, I have some legitimate online business that I need to attend to. Or, perhaps I'm just making excuses so I feel better about my inablility to go without the internets. So what, you wanna fight about it? Anyone who has anything negative to say about, I would challenge them to a week without personal computer use...if you are in the 20-30 year mark, I can guarentee it won't happen unless you are on vacation or something crazy like that. It really makes you realize how much technology has become a norm in every day life...as if you didn't know already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4979835095209254234?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4979835095209254234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4979835095209254234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4979835095209254234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4979835095209254234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-about-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s about that time...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3095640664377177534</id><published>2007-01-31T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:40:00.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Topper's...you have got to be kidding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RcDenE8g3NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3LlLGDpCR8/s1600-h/toppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026261947069291730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RcDenE8g3NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3LlLGDpCR8/s320/toppers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, here I am the first day out of my January "non dining out" hell, and it's been an AWESOME day. First off, my hair actually turned out exactly how I wanted it this morning....6 out of 7 days I do not get this to happen. Then, I went to Burger King to grab breakfast...delicious...however they have hiked their prices up...not cool, but still acceptable. So then, with this day just totally rocking and actually getting things accomplished at work, I think, how could this possibly get any better? Then it happened. The Topper's Guy walked into the office. I looked at him with the "what the hell is he doing here" face, and then he says: "Well, it's your lucky day, you're the first person I saw so here's free lunch on us." No, he didn't give me a coupon, he gave me a warm, delicious smelling corrugated box. I thanked him, still in awe and staring down at this gift that has just been given to me. I open it up, and see a triple order of topper's stix, and also 4 different sauces, all of which I like, cheese, garlic, marinara, and ranch.  This can't be happening I think to myself, I haven't had topper's since I left La Crosse. I go around the office and let everyone know it's there, even though I figure most won't even touch it I'm sure. I ate some, to accompany my baked ziti here, and it was completely delicious. Man, what an awesome day I am having. Then, later on I am going to hitting up BW3's. I hope things continue to be awesome for me, and that I don't have an equally un-awesome day up ahead...because I definitely would not dig that. Also, a strange thing happened to me Monday morning. I saw a fortune cookie lying out on the table as I was getting ready for work. I love fortune cookies, and since Shawn hadn't eaten it, I figured he wouldn't mind if I did. So, I take it out, and read the fortune. Do you know what it said? No, of course you don't know because I didn't tell you yet. Unless of course you have some sort of "hero" ability to stop/alter time and have been able to figure out what happened. Since I am assuming most of you do not have this ability...I will tell you what it said. I can't remember the exact phrasing, but it said that I will soon find work in a different industry. WHAT?! I almost shat myself. The only reason I didn't was that I had just put on my clothes and I didn't want to change, nor do I have a lot of clean laundry left at this point. So, I held in the fecal matter and again stared in awe, much like with the Topper's incident. There are strange signs all around me lately, and it's definitely neat. Even if it is complete coincidence, I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3095640664377177534?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3095640664377177534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3095640664377177534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3095640664377177534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3095640664377177534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/free-toppersyou-have-got-to-be-kidding.html' title='Free Topper&apos;s...you have got to be kidding...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6ljj-366y8/RcDenE8g3NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3LlLGDpCR8/s72-c/toppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3307227980090077460</id><published>2007-01-29T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:42:00.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have finally decided on what I will be giving up for February...and it will be difficult considering the month it is in...candy, cookies, cake, &amp;amp; brownies. Basically any forms of sweets. Plus, I will be also giving up my home computer for at LEAST 2 weeks. I have not yet found one I want to buy...that is in the price range I am looking for, and my computer is going to be reformatted today. Luckily I will be out of town these first two weekends, so not having a computer won't be so bad. I also decided that technically my January goals will stop on Wednesday, allowing me to have one day of pure enjoyment before the next tasks at hand. I'm actually glad I got through January, as it is a longer month...(and we won't count that pizza or burger I had...since I technically did not buy it). However, when it comes down to it, only "dining out" 2 times in a month is still pretty damn good. I also came close to having a drink towards the end, just because I forgot I was doing this thing...luckily since everyone around me knew, I did not give in and muck it up. So, with my new goals, I'm going to have to tell my mother not to get me anything this year for Valentine's day, unless it's flowers or something else cool like that. I'm looking forward to the next month, even though I do not eat a whole lot of the cookie/candy genre. However, I think it might be surprising how tough it is to give up, since it's very easy to have 1 peanut butter cup, or a chocolate chip cookie...we shall see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3307227980090077460?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3307227980090077460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3307227980090077460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3307227980090077460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3307227980090077460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-5102509830313353129</id><published>2007-01-28T01:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:42:27.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I hate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ffffff'&gt;I hate these crazy hours I've been keeping. I have had the strangest sleeping patterns this weekend. For instance, last night (Friday) I fell asleep at 7 at night, only to wake up at an early 11p.m. That's right, I drained 4 hours of my Friday night sleeping. So, naturally once I had fully snapped out of the drug-like haze I had been in, I was wide awake. So now I felt like what I would assume George Jung experienced for most of his life. (I just watched &lt;i&gt;Blow&lt;/i&gt; last night...but we'll get to that.) Well, I decided to sit down and do some reading of my magazines, Fortune  Time. After thumbing through/reading those and educating myself on some of the top 100 companies to work for, it was roughly 1 a.m. BTW, Google is simply amazing it seems. While they have very high requirements of employees, they have some of the craziest benefits and work place atmosphere that I have read about. Good work, they definitely deserve it. I then turned to my true addiction....Scrubs. I watched 3-4 episodes of that, first while reading, and then just to watch. By 2 a.m. I was not anywhere near feeling tired, so I decided to see what I could find on t.v. Can I just say, that I pay a hefty amount each month for cable, and one would think with 200 channels that there might be something other than paid programming and shitty t.v. on...however one would be sorely mistaken. Luckily, I saw &lt;i&gt;Blow&lt;/i&gt; was on. Praise the Lord. Let's be honest, I cannot resist a good Johnny Depp movie, especially one that he is so hot in. &lt;i&gt;Blow&lt;/i&gt; is one of my favorite movies of all time, so it was easy to stay on that channel. Around 3, I decided I'd move into the bedroom, so that I could maybe fall asleep while watching the movie. As the ending credits rolled, and the clock said 4:22, I began to think...WTF mate? Am I EVER going to fall asleep? I was THEN bored with my bedroom so I went back into the living room where I found that the t.v. selections are even more scarce at 4:30 in the morning. Luckily, DVR saved the day. I noticed a lot of UFC recordings that I had not watched, so I watched 2 hour long episodes of that. Finally, once I had finished those, I had started yawning and the rubbing of my eyes. Telltale signs that "meggie's getting sleepy". So, I turned everything off in the living room, fed the fish, and went back into my bedroom. The last time I looked at the clock it said 5:45, and all I could think of was the time when I would be going to bed, or just getting to work when I worked at the factory back home. "What a trooper I was then", I thought to myself, as I slowly drifted off into slumber with a completely narcissistic thought pacing through my brain. After that I was up again at 9 a.m. and ready to start the day....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Now it's Saturday, or more appropriately this story then leads to Saturday, while TODAY is technically Sunday because I have already passed the midnight mark. I had a very fulfilling day, one that included bowling, eating, games, eating, babies (but not eating babies), bullshitting, and endless snide remarks. I got home around 10:20ish...the snow had started to fall a bit and everyone in Milwaukee/Waukesha had already resorted to their "I don't know how to drive unless it's clear conditions" driving. People were going 45 on the freeway, braking like crazy, and driving me to a whole new level of road rage as I made the trip home. As I got home I realized that I was happy to be back, and that it was strange to not be at home for 12 hours. I got the mail, quickly discarded of the bills in the mailbox (it's like the 5 second rule, if I can get them out of my vision in 3 minutes or less I can pretend they don't exist), and then finished some things I had to do with my computer/online. I also had a long conversation with Chris regarding religion, which was definitely interesting. Now I sit here at 1:31, thinking...why am I not tired? Will I once again be up until 6 in the morning? How do I rid myself of this inability to sleep? Did roadrunners exist before the building of roads, and if so were they called landrunners? How long can I let my laundry pile up before I can no longer fit anything in my closet? And why the hell can't people drive here in Wisconsin, ESPECIALLY with mild winter conditions? Ya, that's right, all of this is going through my head, most of it simultaneously so it's sort of like, "Tired morning inability did roadrunners if long pile no longer fit people in Wisconsin conditions." BUT that doesn't make much sense silly. Then I think to myself, maybe I'm just completely crazy and this post will be the only proof needed to get me committed to that special place with the "safe" walls. Who knows? All I know is that I will have some time to think about it tonight, and if all else fails I know that place has plenty of fun pills to help with my sleeping issues.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-5102509830313353129?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/5102509830313353129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=5102509830313353129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5102509830313353129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/5102509830313353129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-what-i-hate.html' title='You know what I hate?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4203677917020460485</id><published>2007-01-24T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:45:09.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot the cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya, that's right. I was trying to be all "ahead of the game" and I completely dropped the ball this morning. I had gone last night to pick up something to bring to the weekly game night hosted by The Heckers. Well, wouldn't you know, I was running late this morning and somewhere inbetween making my sandwich and stepping into a pile of snow...I forgot to grab the damn cookies. I bought one of those little tubs of mini cookies....which I thought were soft....and they are not. I had to try one last night to see if they were the kind I had hopped, and nope...they were not. So, now I have to think of something else to pick up. Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I'd like to give some mad shout outs to Bill Pay. I sometimes forget how great it is. For instance, I love to use it as an excuse. I needed to pay my cell phone bill, and of course I forgot like usual...becuase why would I remember to pay the bill on the one thing I use nonstop? Well, I called to "rectify" the situation, by explaining to the lady that I had indeed sent my payment, however since I had done it electronically perhaps it was just not yet posting it to my account...you know how those things can be. (Not to mention, unless the transfer was instaneous, it probably wasn't going to see something I had paid for 5 minutes before giving her the call.) However, the best thing is just the ease of use. I no longer have to drive out to Time Warner to pay the bill each month, it takes literally 1 minute to go in and post some money to my bill. So yahoo for Bill Pay, and Wells Fargo will get my mad props since I find it very easy to add a payee, and they have been allowing me to do this for 2-3 years now. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4203677917020460485?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4203677917020460485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4203677917020460485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4203677917020460485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4203677917020460485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-forgot-cookies.html' title='I forgot the cookies!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1016147929349867822</id><published>2007-01-23T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:33:22.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, last night I went to the store to "pick up a few things". Ya, why is it everytime I try to do that, I end up with a bill that knocks my socks off? Oh ya, I remember...because groceries are not at all cheap! I mean, I love shopping at Aldi's, but let's be honest you cannot get EVERYTHING there. I am not a fan of some of the products...so therefore I must go shopping elsewhere. Since I prefer Jewel-Osco..I typically shop there for now. Last night I spent $54, and every single item I bought was on sale. I saved $19. Can  you imagine if I had paid full price? Good lord...it's only a couple week's worth of groceries...along with a few extra things to keep on hand. It's bad enough that rent prices, cable, car payments, loans, and insurance are kicking my ass...but to spend that much money on food is ridiculous to me. Maybe that's why I enjoy dining out. Sure, you spend an average of 8-10 dollars a time, but it doesn't seem as bad when you do that 5 times as compared to going shopping and spending it all at once. Also, I only have one more week to hold out for my January goals. I'm hoping I can make it...but so far I've done well.  I can't wait to go to Subway, Chipotle, or Culver's for lunch again. It will most definitely be a treat now that I have been without them awhile. You can bet that next weekend when I go home, I will be catching up on the drinking. My best friend will also be back in town, so that means we need to tear it up. The only way I know how to do this is to give my liver a run for it's money. Go ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1016147929349867822?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1016147929349867822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1016147929349867822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1016147929349867822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1016147929349867822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/groceries.html' title='Groceries'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-659288145847873655</id><published>2007-01-18T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:34:33.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A possible Part-Time Job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya, I have been contemplating picking up something extra to make some more money and also keep me busy. I applied a few places, which surprisingly never got back to me...I mean, how hard is it to be a front desk person at a hotel? Apparently I am just not qualified enough...hmmm. However, a sign from the G-man came down to me last night. I had mentioned to Sarah, a poker pal that works for the YMCA, that I was looking for part time employment, and that if she heard of anyone needing someone...to let me know. Well, last night I went to a gathering to say farewell to Robin who is going to Wales for 5 months. It was at another YMCA person's house...they are a pretty tight crew so most of them hang out together on a regular basis. Anyway, as she was giving me directions to her house, she mentioned the fact that she would be looking to hire someone to watch the kids in the kid's gym mon-fri evenings and some weekend hours. How PERFECT! I definitely dig kids, especially when I can give them back, and the oldest kids are like 9...so I can definitely keep those in line. Also, currently the Waukesha Y is like 2 minutes from my current apartment, which will make it even better. Speaking of apartments, I still don't know what I'm going to be doing as our lease ends here in April. I need to start making some decisions. Especially those big ones about if I'm going to stay down here, or move further up north. There are a lot of unanswered questions that I need to resolve...but of course true to form I will not make any real decisions until crunch time. I'll just continue to mull it over in my head and procrastinate till maybe March. Well, I need to get off my lunch break and go back to work....you know...because I DO work at work :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-659288145847873655?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/659288145847873655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=659288145847873655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/659288145847873655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/659288145847873655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/possible-part-time-job.html' title='A possible Part-Time Job?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1546376086258625534</id><published>2007-01-17T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:45:41.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not sure how it came to be, but a time not so long ago I didn't eat pudding. In fact, I often saw it in the store and kept right on walking. I'm not sure why the epiphany came to me, but I'm sure as hell glad it did...that epiphany was "Pudding is delicious, why don't I get some?". So, last week I left work to go pick up something at target, and thought I'd also grab a thing of pudding, vanilla pudding. I got back to the office and I'm glad I could hold myself together...because the pudding was complete and utter ecstasy. As I've been eating about one pudding cup a day, I keep thinking to myself...why...oh why did I ever stray from this delightful treat? Not to mention, the cheap target stuff was 89 cents for 4...I found the same pudding...just a different box...for 79 cents for 4 at good old Aldi's. So now I've really been thinking about how cheap and delicious pudding is, not to mention I could probably make my own as well for a cheaper price. Man, I just can't get the stuff off of my mind. Vanilla is definitely my favorite, followed by the mixed chocolate and vanilla kind. I'm not a fan of just the chocolate though, probably because I'm not much of a chocolate fan normally anyhow. So, even though I cannot put my finger on the reason for my pudding sebaticle, I'm glad my unconcious honed in my need for pudding and got through to my concious self. If you haven't had pudding recently, I definitely recommend that you stop whatever you are doing right now (working, watching a child, kicking a dog...whatever)...and you get your hands on some immediately. Also, if you are looking to save a buck or two...go to Aldi's...the stuff is to die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1546376086258625534?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1546376086258625534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1546376086258625534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1546376086258625534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1546376086258625534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/pudding.html' title='Pudding'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6743343501997492128</id><published>2007-01-16T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:44:45.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of 24...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not spoil what happened on the premier of this season...but these four hours are on my list of "best 4 hours of my life". If you have not watched the episodes yet, you are missing out, trust me. Some classic Jack along with crazy twists and turns are what was delievered, and fully expected of the new season. After the 4th episode last night, I seriously sat there and just stared at the t.v. for a good 5 minutes. No, I wasn't watching t.v., I was just staring because I was that rocked by the episode. It was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, I'm halfway through the month now..just me...noone else. Which means that my January goals will soon be done, and it will be time to set new ones for myself. I'm seriously contemplating going the month without a computer at home. There are two reasons for this. My brother is getting my old one, as I am hoping to get a laptop in the not so distance future. His birthday is in February, which means I could get things crackin' and then get it to him by then. Not to mention, it will free up my time at home even more...and make me concentrate on things like reading, movies, and t.v. You know, the good things in life that I miss out on while browsing the internet. I think it would be relatively easy to do..since I do have internet access at work, however...I fear it might start to cut into my "work" at work. I don't know though. I need a new February goal, and that seems acceptable. I'm definitely up for other ideas though as to what I can give up or refrain from..as I have 11 months of this to go. Oddly enough, I've also basically given up soda for the entire month. It seems that since I don't go out for lunch...or do any dining out...I don't drink any soda. Not that I use to drink a lot before...but I definitely don't mind being soda-free. Well, I must go back to worky work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6743343501997492128?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6743343501997492128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6743343501997492128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6743343501997492128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6743343501997492128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/return-of-24.html' title='The return of 24...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7957729542379166469</id><published>2007-01-14T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:34:55.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wanna be gang banged by the Saints"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend has definitely been more of a productive weekend than most. Friday night I babysat, the awesome thing is that the child is a baby...so I can pretty much do whatever I want...as she typically sleep 50% of the time I'm there. This time I decided to watch Black Sheep. I definitely think this movie would have gotten more credit if it wasn't so similar to...and closely released to Tommy Boy. I still find it hilarious, and I hadn't seen in awhile which made it even better. Then on Saturday I chilled out around home, until the evening when I went to the Luecke's. "We" watched part of the Saints/other team game. (When I say we, I mean Hair and Jon-0...as is obvious by the fact that I don't even completely remember who they were playing. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only reason I remember the Saints were playing was the nice little quotation provided by Amber. There's really no need to explain it...I think the quote is pretty straightfoward. I left their house around 11ish...and came back here. When I got back I was completely anxious...and there was no way I was going to sleep, so I proceeded to use the next 2.5 hours to clean around the apartment. I think I did a damn good job...although there are obviously other things I "could" have done...but I think 2.5 hours is good enough. Then, today...I woke up for early church...which meant I was up at 7:30. I went to church, went home, joined Jon and Amber for an art sale, and then went over to Mayfair Mall. I decided I wanted to use the rest of my gift card...otherwise I would probably ending up getting something stupid...or even using it to get something for someone else, and that's really not the point. So, I walked the entire mall, and eventually ended up at Barnes and Noble. I just recently realized they have a "bargain" section. Ya, I spent about an hour walking around all 4 aisles of that, and then finally found 40 dollars worth of goodies to use up the rest of the gift card. I ended up getting 6 books...a variety really:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a book on Paris...with some awesome pictures. Some Career testing book, a "bathroom" book with a ton of stories and things for when you are in the bathroom, one from John Edward, a small book about psychic abilities(this was a cheap one...3 dollars), and finally a book about the human mind. All things I'm deeply interested in, and all things I thought I would actually like to add to my collection of books. Tonight is the start of the season premier of24. Of course, I'm going to start watching at like 7:45, to insure I don't have to watch any commercials. (DVR...how awesome!) I also made my meal for the week...Sweedish Meatballs, so I'll just be having that for dinner, do some reading, do some prospecting for work...and then my weekend will end as soon as it began. At least I can say this weekend I did some things...and I didn't even spend much money! I spent a total of 10 dollars for the books, and a trip to Aldi's to pick up some "essentials". That's a good weekend...and I once again avoided drinking and dining out! Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7957729542379166469?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7957729542379166469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7957729542379166469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7957729542379166469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7957729542379166469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-be-gang-banged-by-saints.html' title='&quot;I wanna be gang banged by the Saints&quot;'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6491152516405430794</id><published>2007-01-12T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:49:23.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday, Friday, Friday is my favorite day...boom boom boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday's a bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday's only fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday's half way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday's almost there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Friday, Friday, Friday is my favorite day...boom boom boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kids going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teacher's only smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody's simply going wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cuz it's Friday, Friday, Friday is my favorite day...BOOM BOOM BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHOA...I just had a flashback to a simpler time in my life...5th grade. That was the song we'd get to sing every Friday, and most Friday's my group of rowdy female crazy co-parts would get up in front of class and direct the song for the class, and add a little "boogie" to it as well. So, some Friday, let me know and I'll give you the demonstration, the lyrics do not give the song justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, happy Friday to everyone out there in cyberspace that happens to read this blog on today, January 12th, 2006...a Friday...or I guess any other Friday that someone might happen across it. Man, there's nothing better than the feeling that you have survived yet another stress filled week, and there are 2 days of virtually nothing you have to do. AHHHH...the real world. However, if I have to find myself a second job, Fridays will no longer be that sweet, sweet nectar that I crave so much as I embark on what has been termed "the work week"...but for now it's A OK. I know that posting does not relay moods well, but I am completely awake, jittery, and hyper today. I've been able to put 35 calls in this morning...typically on mornings I do in the 18-20 range...so ya, I pretty much rocked the socks off of my average. I'm pretty sure I need to take something to calm my ass down, because let's face it....I still have 4 hours and some change left here at work...and afternoons are slow as molasses here in Employment Guide land. Do not fear however, because Megan shall prevail and conquer the evilness that is...sales on a Friday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6491152516405430794?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6491152516405430794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6491152516405430794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6491152516405430794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6491152516405430794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-song.html' title='The Friday Song'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-274411239094279334</id><published>2007-01-11T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:36:45.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Onion..read it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is yet another good find from The Onion, a "I almost peed a little in my pants" sort of read. I like the complete ricockulosity that The Onion provides, and it definitely makes my day at work a lot better. Not to mention I completely understand where this guy is coming from....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="onion_embed headline"&gt;&lt;a class="img" target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/im_prepared_to_do_anything_to?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/Im-Prepared.thumbnail.jpg" alt="Im Prepared To Do Anything To Get That Cupcake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/logos/onion_super_tiny.png" width="92" height="12" alt="The Onion" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size:21px!important;line-height:20px!important;"&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/im_prepared_to_do_anything_to?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets" &gt;I'm Prepared To Do Anything To Get That Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://statistics.theonion.com/b/ss/theonionprod/1/H.6--NS/1234567?pe=lnk_d&amp;pev2=I'm%20Prepared%20To%20Do%20Anything%20To%20Get%20That%20Cupcake&amp;pev1=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Fopinion%2Fim_prepared_to_do_anything_to%3Futm_source%3DDistributed%26utm_medium%3DEmbedded%252BHTML%26utm_campaign%3DWidgets" height="1" width="1" style="display:none;" /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.onion_embed {background: rgb(256, 256, 256) !important;border: 4px solid rgb(65, 160, 65);border-width: 4px 0 1px 0;margin: 10px 30px !important;padding: 5px;overflow: hidden !important;zoom: 1;}.onion_embed img {border: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline;}.onion_embed a.img {float: left !important;margin: 0 5px 0 0 !important;width: 66px;display: block;overflow: hidden !important;}.onion_embed a.img img {border: 1px solid #222 !important;;width: 64px;;padding: 0 !important;;}.onion_embed h2 {line-height: 2px;;clear: none;;margin: 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 {line-height: 16px;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;margin: 3px 0 0 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 a {line-height: 16px !important;;color: rgb(0, 51, 102) !important;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;text-decoration: none !important;display: inline !important;;float: none !important;;text-transform: capitalize !important;}.onion_embed h3 a:hover {text-decoration: underline !important;color: rgb(204, 51, 51) !important;}.onion_embed p {color: #000 !important;;font: normal 11px/ 11px arial, sans-serif !important;;margin: 2px 0 0 0 !important;;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline !important;;float: none !important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-274411239094279334?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/274411239094279334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=274411239094279334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/274411239094279334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/274411239094279334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/onionread-it.html' title='The Onion..read it.'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4502618300712537224</id><published>2007-01-11T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:31:25.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti...the ultimate leftover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided that of all the things I make to take along to work, Spaghetti is by far the best. I mean, I definitely like my salsa chicken as well...but typically I eat that at night as well, so that doesn't last as long as spaghetti. I mean, of course spaghetti has it's limits, and now that I've salvaged 7 meals out of it...ya I'm getting my fill of it...but there's only two more meals of it to go which means I've made one simple meal go a long way. Since my parents owned a restaurant for 18 years, I am very prone to cooking large meals. I'll one day make an awesome trophy wife. The problem, I currently live by myself practically. When I first moved down here, I was bummed because I could never make what I wanted, or get the "large" portions of things that were on sale, because when would I use them? Then it dawned on me about 4 months back...what an awesome way to make lunch for the entire week. The "vat" of spaghetti I made probably cost me around $3, and I made it last for 9 meals? That's just 33 cents per meal. When I think about that, eating the same thing for an entire week doesn't get to me as much. I've also been experimenting with other foods, and I think I'm slowly becoming quite the cook...Chili, Salsa Chicken, Sweedish Meatballs...these top my list of cheap foods that go a long way. Each meal easily costs under 10 dollars, and as I said I usually get anywhere between 7-9 meals from it. (Assuming I don't have people over for dinner...which doesn't happen very often) In the end, not even chili can beat out the longevity and cheapness of Spaghetti. It clearly wins the gold star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4502618300712537224?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4502618300712537224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4502618300712537224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4502618300712537224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4502618300712537224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/spaghettithe-ultimate-leftover.html' title='Spaghetti...the ultimate leftover'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2422231744818574709</id><published>2007-01-10T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:56:52.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what if 5 foot 7 were measurements of a giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I had this thought while I was going to the bathroom today. What if you were a giant? Stop and think about it...I'll wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, now that you have this image in your head...let me elaborate. I think that a lot of the time we think about what a hard time short people have...but what about giant people? I mean, can you imagine if everytime you had to go to the bathroom it was like going to the bathroom in an elementary school? How lameo would that be? I mean, and that's just for starters. Imagine sleeping at a friends house, but your legs up to your knees are hanging off the bed. Or the fact that you'd never get to experience things like bumper cars, the log ride, or riding in a Festiva. Ya, life would definitely suck. I mean, at least you can make adjustments for smaller people, but if smaller was the norm, what sort of accomodations would be made for tall people? It would be like living in a doll house for your entire life, and not the cool doll houses with multiple levels and room for lots of furniture and fun gadgets...no no...the "other" kind. I don't even want to talk about it. Everytime you hung out with friends, you'd either be uncomfortable at their places, or you'd have to basically babysit them at yours...lift them up onto chairs, have step ladders all over the place, and it's YOUR f*ing house. Also, have you ever noticed that noone takes pity on tall people, but small people EVERYONE feels sorry for. It has to be just as hard if not harder for the tall person though. "Hey, you're tall, can you get me that", "Can I sit on your shoulders so I can see better"...man what a pain in the ass. So if you are average in height, count your lucky stars your not a giant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, next time you see a short person walking around, go up to them and say, you think you've got rough, think what it would be like to be 7 feet tall. And then promptly kick them and run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2422231744818574709?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2422231744818574709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2422231744818574709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2422231744818574709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2422231744818574709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-if-5-foot-7-were-measurements-of.html' title='what if 5 foot 7 were measurements of a giant'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-3347426450732725933</id><published>2007-01-08T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:47:01.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the right font color</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I have given up on finding the right font color. I've decided to just not do any color, as I still cannot find one that seems acceptable to me. I think the colors seem fine, and then I have a lot of text and it is just no good. However, I have some issues with my eyes and am not always wearing my glasses...so it's hard for me to tell. Not to mention I find that sometimes looking at the blog at home, and then at work somehow gives me two different versions even though I am using the same browser. It's simple really...actually it's not simple at all, I have no fucking clue what is going on.  I of course still refuse to re-do the entirety of my blog, but maybe one day I will consider it. I have tried all different suggestions: colors, fonts, bold, italics, NOTHING seems to make it any better. So for those of you who come down with some sort of weird eye dysfunction from reading the blog, please send all complaints to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:megansblogiskillingmyeyesandspirit@complaintdepartment.com/org.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;megansblogiskillingmyeyesandspirit@complaintdepartment.com/org.edu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise I'll treat every complaint with complete confidentiality and with urgency. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-3347426450732725933?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/3347426450732725933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=3347426450732725933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3347426450732725933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/3347426450732725933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/finding-right-font-color.html' title='Finding the right font color'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6712435771528875265</id><published>2007-01-08T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:33:36.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week one of the self control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's now week 2 of the self control...and it's definitely been quite the battle. First was the fact that I had some Margarita's at game night last week...however I'm pretty sure if I didn't have a drink or two it would have been one of those "Megan goes into work with an AK47" weeks at work. So in that case it was okay, and technically I didn't buy it...which made it even more acceptable since the ultimate goal is to save money. TGFTH. (thank god for the heck). I've been doing relatively well though, especially since the weekend is the hardest time for me to not go shopping or dine out somewhere. I think if I get through this week I should be okay, but I know it will not be easy...especially since packing a lunch every day is getting to be a bit annoying. In other news, I think my fish Deezy...the beta is on his way out. I changed his water today...and after putting him back in...he was sort of swimming funny. However, he did this like 2 months back and continued to live...so who knows? He's been pretty slow lately, and I think that 2+ years for a Beta fish is pretty good. The other fish are doing swimmingly. (That's right, I went there) This week at work is going to be a big hassle because frankly I have not been in the mood for work. I think that having a few slow weeks here has really wore me down, and I need to find the motivation to kick it back into gear. Luckily our quarterly publication is this week...and I have 1600 dollars sold into already...HOLLA! Okay, I promise to never say "holla" again. Also, my goal for the quarterly publication is selling 2000 dollars, so if I sell one more ad, my boss has agreed to give me a 50 dollar bonus. I need to start selling more into our regular publication, but at least for this month I'll be able to pay my bills. I definitely think some things are going to start coming through though, except that one of my big accounts I was banking on had some recent bad news for me. Jewel-Osco is thinking of selling their locations to Roundy's (aka Pick 'N Save), which means I will no longer have that account. Hopefully they will still keep the other 10 locations, and just sell the 5. I guess shit like that is why selling sucks. I've had a lot of companies lately that are being aquired by other companies, and it definitely sucks. I'm also upset about the Jewel-Osco thing because that is where I shop. I prefer it to Pick 'N Save since it is closer, and I love their deli department. Where am I supposed to get my fresh salsa now? As I said, hopefully they will not sell the remaining properties, but things are not looking good...and there goes some contracted business. Time to wind down, and get ready for bed...so peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6712435771528875265?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6712435771528875265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6712435771528875265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6712435771528875265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6712435771528875265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-one-of-self-control.html' title='Week one of the self control'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7253647729478976285</id><published>2007-01-08T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:43:39.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, a day that should just be added to the "weekend" category</title><content type='html'>Seriously, think about it. Tell me, how much does one typically get done on a Monday. You hear everyone complain about Monday, and sure maybe it's just gotten a bad rap over the years...but I think there's more to it than that. For instance, the last few weeks I have had no "monday", and yet I did not think Tuesday was all that bad, in fact I tried to get my ass in gear because there were fewer days to get things done. So for all of you who say, well if Monday was taken out of the typical work week..Tuesday would feel the same way...I disagree. For the first time in ages my Monday morning has flown by right before my eyes, and I think it's because my mind thinks it's once again Tuesday and I can't say I mind. Hopefully the afternoon will be more of the same, and hopefully I can get through the day without having the constant urge to murd someone. Yes murd, if you don't know what murd means then you may not be cool enough to read this blog. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that during my meeting today I am going to propose a No-Monday work week, and suggest you do the same. I of course will say that we most definitely should be paid for it, since taking the Monday off means that we are only further focusing ourselves to come in and tackle the 4 day work week. I'm in sales, I think I can definitely defend my position and make others feel the same way, and one would think that being in this industry would make it even MORE simple to get this 4 day work week in place. If not, then I guess my boss is just not as good of a sales person as he would have us believe. And that my friends, is a whole other issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, Blogger is being retarded and I am  unable to change my font...hopefully it will "lock it up" later, but it IS Monday, so I guess I can't be too harsh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7253647729478976285?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7253647729478976285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7253647729478976285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7253647729478976285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7253647729478976285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-day-that-should-just-be-added-to.html' title='Monday, a day that should just be added to the &quot;weekend&quot; category'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-420979097455379764</id><published>2007-01-07T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:18:33.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How much I "heart" The Onion</title><content type='html'>I found the following article on The Onion to be what I am now striving for in life. Please read, it has definitely rekindled my love of The Onion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="onion_embed headline"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/logos/onion_super_tiny.png" width="92" height="12" alt="The Onion" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size:14px!important;line-height:13px!important;"&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/55460?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets" &gt;I Was Placed On This Earth To Put Off Doing Something Extraordinary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://statistics.theonion.com/b/ss/theonionprod/1/H.6--NS/1234567?pe=lnk_d&amp;pev2=I%20Was%20Placed%20On%20This%20Earth%20To%20Put%20Off%20Doing%20Something%20Extraordinary&amp;pev1=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Fnode%2F55460%3Futm_source%3DDistributed%26utm_medium%3DEmbedded%252BHTML%26utm_campaign%3DWidgets" height="1" width="1" style="display:none;" /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.onion_embed{ background:rgb(256,256,256)!important;border:4px solid rgb(65,160,65);border-width:4px 0 1px 0;margin:10px 30px!important;padding:5px;overflow:hidden!important;zoom:1;}.onion_embed img{ border:0!important;}.onion_embed a{display:inline;}.onion_embed a.img{ float:left!important;margin:0 5px 0 0!important;width:66px;display:block;overflow:hidden!important;}.onion_embed a.img img{border:1px solid #222!important;width:64px;padding:0!important;;}.onion_embed h2{ line-height:2px;clear:none;margin:0!important;padding:0!important;}.onion_embed h3{ line-height:16px;font:bold 16px Arial,sans-serif!important;margin:3px 0 0 0!important;padding:0!important;}.onion_embed h3 a{ line-height:16px!important;color:rgb(0,51,102)!important;font:bold 16px Arial,sans-serif!important;text-decoration:none!important;display:inline!important;float:none!important;text-transform:capitalize!important;}.onion_embed h3 a:hover{ text-decoration:underline!important;color:rgb(204,51,51)!important;}.onion_embed p{color:#000!important;font:normal 11px/11px arial,sans-serif!important;margin:2px 0 0 0!important;padding:0!important;}.onion_embed a{display:inline!important;float:none!important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;img style="display: none;" width=0 height=0 src="http://track.theonion.com/onion.php?type=embedded_widget&amp;title=" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-420979097455379764?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/420979097455379764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=420979097455379764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/420979097455379764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/420979097455379764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-much-i-heart-onion.html' title='How much I &quot;heart&quot; The Onion'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-6107115502312251409</id><published>2007-01-03T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:10:37.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year with a New Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;I've decided that a major flaw in my personality is self discipline and saying "no". So, I've decided that for every month in 2007 I am going to try to give up something. Whether that is spending on anything outside of food and necessities, to not eating out, or not drinking. I wanted to start off the month with two goals. The first is not eating out at all, and then I am going to do the not drinking as well. I've decided that if I can give up these things for a month, it should be no problem to give up something else, or do it again in an upcoming month. I MIGHT, even give up using my computer outside of work one month to see how that goes...that mean telephone communication or face to face only...well unless I'm at work. I'm basically just trying to give myself a mini bootcamp if you will in order to better my discipline and better myself in the process. Not to mention, everything I do will help to save money which is something I need to focus on in the upcoming year. I definitely would ask those of you that read this and know me, to not tempt or harass me in my choices of what I am giving up...as it definitely make the challenge more difficult. Sure, I can withstand the occassional harassing comment, I mean, what would I do if I could not harass and be harassed? Life as I know it would end. I'm definitely hoping I can make the next 4 weeks giving up these simple "extra's". However, I do have 2 exceptions to the rule. The first being that I promised Shawn dinner...so I will go forth with that whenever he so chooses, and the 2nd will be at the end of the month if I end up going to the Hinder concert...because I will definitely have to go out with Kristin if she comes down to visit. Other than that, I hope to abstain from alcohol and dining out...wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-6107115502312251409?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/6107115502312251409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=6107115502312251409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6107115502312251409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/6107115502312251409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-with-new-twist.html' title='New Year with a New Twist'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-7692005649737939135</id><published>2007-01-02T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:11:16.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AnXiEtY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;UGH! I hate getting older...why? 2 reasons. The older I get the more I become like my mother, and secondly I have been inheriting my family's issues. My mom has a lot of anxiety. I have now found that anxiety is much like a panic attack yet not as severe and it seems to last a lot longer. I use to have panic attacks pretty frequently but have been okay lately. Now, just yesterday in fact, I had this strange feeling all day and I just couldn't sit still or be comfortable. I then woke up this morning still feeling that way. I also had convinced myself that I had actually missed a day of work and that we did not have New Years day off...just because I felt like something was wrong. I actually had to take out my work manual and look it up because I was that nuts about it this morning. After I realized I was completely petarded..thank you family guy...I still had that feeling. So, I needed to call my mother. After I explained my past few days she then diagnosed it as anxiety and told me I needed to "work through it". The problem is it's very hard to work through when I am sitting at a desk all day long at work. I have nothing to keep me active and I feel like I'm going to freak out. So, I have been attempting to waste time on the internet, walk around the office, and do other various things inbetween working. I'm actually excited to get home and start taking down the Christmas decorations as I think that will keep me busy, and hopefully this will all be over soon. In short, I hate getting older because all of these things keep popping up and I'm finding the real world to be enough without the added BS. In conclusion, SUCK IT anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-7692005649737939135?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/7692005649737939135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=7692005649737939135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7692005649737939135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/7692005649737939135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2007/01/anxiety.html' title='AnXiEtY'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-4217776712094990476</id><published>2006-12-24T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:49:44.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell happened here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;That's a famous quote from another drinking time back in the 'sha, but it definitely applies to my night last night. Since I am back on my old stomping grounds...it's only right to go out and drink like there's no tomorrow for one night, that night my friends was last night. It's 9:30 a.m. and I'm still wasted...which means it was a pretty spectacular night. The night started out with me drinking a few beers at home, until my good friend Kristin came over. We then ventured out to The Dome, a bowling alley and bar to say hello to another friend. We played darts and had a few more beers there. That's also the point that I started in on my shots. Everytime I come home, I go to our liquor store and buy a bunch of the little bottles, one shooters of alcohol, so I don't have to spend as much money when I'm out. I had two of them there, and I believe 6 mugs of beer. We also played some darts. From there, we went to a country bar by my old house, because there was a band playing. On the way there, I finished my shots...another 4. Once at this bar, I switched over to rum and coke. I had 20 dollars, so I thought my night was going to end pretty quickly, but Kristin's boyfriend bought my first one, I bought myself the next 8, and then I started hitting on the bartender. Well, not really hitting on, but I made friends with HER, she was pretty hot. It all started as a bet by Rex, and from there I proceeded to get 4 more drinks...free of charge. Needless to say, my night was crazy, and a lot of fun. It was so fun that no pictures were taken, because I completely forgot about my camera. I really can't believe that I drank so much, and that I don't feel like shit. It's pretty crazy that after all of that I'm not throwing up all over the place since I'm a little out of practice. My ears still hurt, because I also perched right in front of the speakers all night...I remember comign home and having this constant buzzing in my ears. Another good thing about last night, is my phone died. Why is this good? Because there were NO drunk calls. Thank God. On a night like that I would typically make quite a few different calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-4217776712094990476?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/4217776712094990476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=4217776712094990476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4217776712094990476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/4217776712094990476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-hell-happened-here.html' title='What the hell happened here?'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-2544591423688890139</id><published>2006-12-16T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:50:05.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewing 2006 so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;I decided that it was once again time to decide what was going to be awesome about the next year. Here is last year's list....I've added notes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Chris comes home in March for a visit (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This was most definitely excellent, and now he's back in the states, and that makes me VERY happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Finishing my Senior Project &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Ya, I prety much rocked the shit out of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;GRADUATION (I'd even like to give a speech at graduation) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Well, I didn't get to give a speech, but I did apply for it, and go through the process...so I guess that's better than nothing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;writing more often for the racquet &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Pretty sure I became an editor...BOOYAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;another year of good times with good friends  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(This is always true...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;moving to Milwaukee &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;moving to Minneapolis if things in Milwaukee don't pan out &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(see previous check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;attending weddings (most importantly my roommate Amber's)&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (Pretty sure I was the personal assistant at Amber's...so that is definitely a checkaroni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;more concerts &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(This one did not pan out, but I'm working on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;More free time to enjoy myself &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Oh, I definitely have more free time now that I'm in the real world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;restarting yoga &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(eh hem..moving on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;hopefully developing my first website for Tequilas&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (I was all for this, until Miguel skipped town for a couple months....and then I just didn't have the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;teaching my hamster ninja moves &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Ya, she died...so that never really happened either, but she would have been awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;So, there is the previous list....and I think I pretty much got through a lot of stuff. I definitely like not setting "hard core" goals, just because that is more disappointing when it doesn't happen. This next year will be full of even more weddings/babies as it seems as though that those things are the new "high" for my friends. I definitely plan on starting yoga up again...mostly because I've been sore lately, and I know doing some yoga would help that. The only other relevant things on the list for the new year would be more concerts, and good times with friends...which I am always up for. I've decided to make some new goals or hopes for 2007...and I figure I should know them now, so I'm prepared for them in a few weeks. Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Membership to the YMCA, or other club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Less T.V. more reading (3 books a month to start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Start listening to at least 1 new cd each week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Try to make my job work out...or find a new one in March if things do not go well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;*If, I start a new job...the possiblity of moving out of the area*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Get more involved in the community (church, professional organizations..that sort of thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;STOP going out to eat as much...limit to twice a week tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Find a way to meet more new people in the area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Have a second attempt at teaching myself Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Start a budget/keeping receipts to keep everything in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Start saving more money (this one should be easy since "savings account" is just a word that appears on my online account right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;I definitely think these are reasonable, and personal improvement/enjoyment goals. Also a lot of them tie in together, so if I can get things successfully started...it should be pretty kosher. I'm hoping I can get my YMCA membership back home...for about 20 dollars cheaper, and then use the Waukesha YMCA, with no problems. I'm definitely trying to find some alternative things to make sure I get out of the apartment from time to time. I'm definitely excited for the holidays coming up...and I am most definitely looking forward to seeing where 2007 will take me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-2544591423688890139?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/2544591423688890139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=2544591423688890139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2544591423688890139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/2544591423688890139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/12/reviewing-2006-so-far.html' title='Reviewing 2006 so far...'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-1990340263240723904</id><published>2006-12-03T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:57:34.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;So, I'm pretty sure that being alone is starting to get to me, as I am starting to hear weird noises in the apartment. Paranoia...always a good time. In other apartment news, I finally learned how to turn the heat on in the apartment. Very good. It took me awhile to find the control, but once I found it...everything was golden. I just recently got done browsing the news on Fark, and this is what my conclusion is. Fark is amazing. Fark has a great mixture of news. I think the thing I like the most about it, is that not one thing is thrown out at you. You have the serious type of news, the strange/weird/disturbing news, the down right funny news, and I definitely dig that. Sure, you can get a variety elsewhere, but I like Fark because it doesn't take me long to browse through the ridiculous headlines and figure out what I need to read. I'm not really one that keeps too up to date with the news. Mostly because the news just depresses me, and I find it a lot easier to stay blissfully ignorant and think that the world is full of puppy dogs and lollipops. I have two feelings about local news. My first, is always the depressing/sad feeling when I hear about senseless violence or other horrible things that humans are doing to other humans/animals/environment...what have you. The second, is the "why the hell is this on the news" feeling. I grew up in a small town...and we only got the Green Bay stations for news growing up. As you can probably guess, there wasn't one news cast all year that didn't talk about the Packers. I'm sorry, but I don't need to hear about the Packers every day. Here...I though things would be different. However, while I don't constantly hear about the Packers (Yet, as I said I rarely watch the news these days)...there is a lot of really useless crap on there, or the newscasters drive me insane. For instance. There was a story about a guy that broke into a library through a window, and stole a computer. At the end of the story, the anchor says.."The suspect is still at large....pause....And the computer is still missing." What? I would assume the computer is still missing if you haven't heard from the guy...otherwise why would he go in and steal the damn thing. Just to set it up outside of the building? Then, after that story, I got to watch part 2 of a week long segment they were doing on the Favre family. I really have nothing against the Packers...especially since I have not really been watching this season...but I still do not need to hear about them everytime I turn on the news. I would like to think that with the size of the area, Southeast Wisconsin has more to report on than the daily life of the Favre family...for an entire week. The other part of that...is the newscasters. I think that most of them try to be so outgoing, and liked...the whole "I'm reporting on news that matters to you" thing. Please. The goofy shit they say, or their random banter is priceless. Whenever I see the commercials to stay tuned for the news at 10...I typically laugh because I know there is no way in hell I am going to tune into those jackasses. I think the local fox newscasters are the worst. My other beef with the news...is the fact that you never get the full story...this goes with local as well as national news. I realize an entire newscast cannot be devoted to a single story, but I'd rather hear nothing at all if you are just going to give me the biased/slanted version. These days I realize that I have not been keeping up on the news like I use to, but I definitely think that getting news online is the way to go. Being able to read/research things and get as close to the full story as you can, while being able to choose what interests you. To me, this seems like the best option. As I was typing this post, I just heard a tidbit on something I just read through Fark. A 14 year old kid was shot, after his group of friends had thrown an egg at an SUV. Apparently the owner got out of the vehicle chased the kids, and ended up shooting one of them. (his friends have said he wasn't even the one to throw the egg). WTF? I'm not sure what's going on in this world. I think I'll stick to the puppy dogs and lollipops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-1990340263240723904?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/1990340263240723904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=1990340263240723904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1990340263240723904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/1990340263240723904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/12/fark.html' title='Fark'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-116458480172330411</id><published>2006-11-26T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:46:41.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mega-N update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/955/1600/958872/IMG_3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/955/320/692553/IMG_3064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/955/1600/113836/IMG_3052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1067/955/320/397751/IMG_3052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Not that I have anything interesting to say...but I thought I'd update anyway. The past few weekends have been nutso. After my last post, I had gone home. That was a crazy fun time. Pictured is of course me and good old Cory, then the other picture is of Jaime and Rex...drinking in M-town would not be the same without these guys! I got to see a lot of people, did a little drinking, did some ridiculous dancing, and had some of those deep conversations. I was definitely digging it. I can't believe how much things seemed to have changed since I've moved away. One of my friends, is pregnant, and that is nuts. Others are married or in serious relationships that are moving that way (OMG, am I growing up?). There has also been a lot of "land development" in the area...in the fact that things are getting torn down, built up, rebuilt, etc. And, we now have an Arby's. Man, that would have been useful in high school when we'd get ripped and have to drive all the way to Green Bay to get it...now it's so close! Then, last weekend I went to Beloit. My realization there is...I am definitely a different person than I was a few years ago. I did not fit in the college scene well....well at least not in the liberal arts college scene. Also, this college was crazy, they could smoke in the dorms? Fuckin' weird. It definitely did not help my health at all, and I think that weekend pretty much did me in as far as getting sick. I had felt like shit the week before, then I went and drank and was surrounded by smoke all weekend....next day...sick. It was nice to see Garnet though, and I'm glad I got a chance to do so before her trip to Equador. This weekend has been filled with a lot of sleeping and resting up. My Thanksgiving was more of the same, since Wednesday was the sickest I have felt in years. I was basically in a walking dream for the past week...which isn't bad...except that I've been working, so who knows what sort of messages I have left. I seriously feel like I'm living in a dream right now...not sure why I can't focus or anything, but it's weird. I haven't even been taking much medication....bascially I have become a complete drain on society, a person of zero use or utility. Whatever I suppose. In fact, I'm not even sure this post makes any sense, but I thought I would at least make one so people know I"m still alive...sort of. I don't really remember what else I was going to say...so I'm just going to say peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-116458480172330411?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/116458480172330411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=116458480172330411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/116458480172330411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/116458480172330411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/11/mega-n-update.html' title='A Mega-N update'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-116304970437719450</id><published>2006-11-08T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:21:44.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give your blood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow I am going to go do what I should have been doing more often. That's right, tomorrow at 6:00 there will be one more bag of AB+ blood in the world, courtesy of yours truly. Please...Please...stop the applause. So, here's my PSA for donating blood. Right now, the blood center of Wisconsin (at least as far as SE WI is concerned), is always in need of donations...yet people get busy around the holidays and don't schedule appointments. However, as an extra bonus for the next few weeks...they are getting 1 turkey for every 20 donors donated to the needy for Thanksgiving. SO, if you needed extra motivation to get your ass there to make an appointment...this is it. Your helping more than one person with your donation now, and that's what it's all about...and really it takes MAYBE 1 hour of your time. Not to mention, you can sign up online, and they have a TON of time spots open. So, if you are able to make a donation I suggest that you get there and make one, or Captain Planet will fucking kill you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, I feel I have done my PR for the day...and I hope those of you that read will consider doing it. In other news, work is going relatively well. I have a new office buddy...she just moved up from Florida...he's closer to my age at 25...has no kids, and is good at her job. She's been workign for the employment guide for 4 years now, and she rocks. So not only is she awesome to converse with, she's also a mentor of sorts. I definitlely dig it. She's made the day a lot more interesting. Also, I'm making sales consistantly, and I feel that I can continue my stride. It feels good to contribute! Halloween rocked my socks off. I went as Dr. Pepper...with chili pepper pants, and a lab coat, and Dr. accessories. Also, I decorated and that was super fun. Next is Christmas, and you can bet those will be going up after my visit home this weekend. My next few weekends should be nice. Going home this weekend to celebrate Thanksgiving, then down to Beloit to visit Garnet at her college the following weekend. Maybe even a trip to LaCrosse in the near future. I'm still poor, but I've decided that I want to get all my traveling out of the way before the snow comes...and since I NEVER can get off...I'll be working a lot around the holidays anyway. So, I mine as well take advantage of my weekends now. Also, in God related news. I found a church here that I really like, and it's only like 50 feet away from where I live. I'm really excited because I haven't found a church that I completely have liked, but this one was an instant liking. Not to mention, I've met some good people, and there is a lot of things I can do to get involved. Which, really helps out with the whole lonely/bored thing. Not to mention, I really think that church is a unique thing. It's pretty much like when I go to church...nothing else matters. I don't think about work, what I need to do that night, things I haven't finished, how poor I am...nothing. I just can go and meet with a bunch of people that have a faith that something/someone is out there watching over us...while learning some good life lessons. The great thing about this church, is the sermons or meetings don't really make me feel guilty, they just open my eyes. For instance, it was brought to my attention that only 8% of people in the entire world own a vehicle. Or, the amount of money that American spend on Ice Cream a year could easily clothe, feed, and overall provide for all the people without those every day items. That is insane! So, whenever I start going on a rant about how much things suck...I think about those facts and realize...damn...ice cream is delicious and I'm one lucky son of a bitch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-116304970437719450?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/116304970437719450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=116304970437719450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/116304970437719450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/116304970437719450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-your-blood.html' title='Give your blood!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-116092801243114328</id><published>2006-10-15T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:00:12.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is almost here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, I know I've said it before, but time really flies...even when you're not having fun. Work is still driving me absolutely batty...but things seem to be moving in the right direction. I just need to get some people off their asses and realize that most likely their potential employees are not going to just walk to their door, but that is a massive task to accomplish. I've already made a few sales this month, which makes me more than happy. However, I still need to be doing more...and doing more consistently. It sucks that my best week so far has been during the last week of my guarenteed commission. Not that it was that spectacular, but it was better than last week. Other than that, there really hasn't been too much going down in my neck of the woods. Playing some poker, getting some fish, going back home, etc. I ended up getting Amber &amp; Jon-o's fish tank. They no longer wanted it, and I said...you bet your bippy I'll take it. I had been debating on purchasing a tank myself, but with my money issues lately...it wasn't really a reasonable buy. However, since they gave me pretty much everything I need, less a filter...that really helped me out. They also helped me to set it back up, and purchase a couple new fish. Who of course, I named Amber, and Jon. So, hopefully they won't die anytime soon...because that would just suck. Other than that, my biggest news has been getting a new cellular phone. My last one was crappin' out big time...so while I was home I decided to just get a new one, since buying a battery and dealing with an unfixable problem was more of a hassle. It's pretty sweet, and I'm hoping this one will last a little longer. I have been shutting it off at night though, and charging it...so hopefully noone needs to get a hold of me after I go to bed. I know that having it on so often is probably why I had so many issues early in the game. Also, knock on wood...I haven't dropped it yet. This is a good omen, because with the last phone, I dropped it (and when I say drop, I don't mean it fell onto a carpted floor or anything, I mean it fell out of my sweatshirt and landed on our drive way). That happened 15 minutes after purchasing it. So far, I 've had this one for 8 days...and we're good to go. I know I'll drop it eventually, that's just how I roll, but I'm trying to see how long this streak will last, I'll keep you updated! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I also don't know if I had mentioned the paper stealer that is living in my building. Some sand baggin' son of a bitch has been taking my paper. I subscrbed to it on the weekends, just because I use it for leads. Well, last weekend when I got home..none of the papers were in the lobby. THEN, this weekend, Fri-Sat. were missing...Saturday was gone by noon. I was pissed. However, even if I just get the Sunday paper...the one I really need...I"m still saving money as compared to just buying it at the store or something. I'm determined to catch the paper thief, but he/she is unpredictable. It seems that if I get down there before 11, I'm alright...so apparently the thief is a late riser. BUT, if I go down anytime after 3, I am too late. So, I think I'm going to setup a chair downstairs, and when anyone asks what I'm doing...I'll tell them. Then, I'll gauge their responses, or maybe scare the shit out of them. I mean, I can sit down there and read a book or something during that time, maybe have some lunch. I'll also sit with the paper right at my feet. I think I would be able to weed out some of the indivduals that way. And, at least I'd be familar with the "regular" faces around that time. I think it's a pimp idea, not to mention it would make me look completely crazy. I think I'm going to start that next weekend, because then...mr/mrs paper stealer will know I mean business. And if that doesn't work, I'm going to start leaving HIV infected needles in the paper so when that person picks it up...I have the last laugh. That's right...I care THAT much about this issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-116092801243114328?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/116092801243114328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=116092801243114328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/116092801243114328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/116092801243114328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-is-almost-here.html' title='Halloween is almost here!'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11657126.post-115966847462287567</id><published>2006-09-30T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:18:45.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September, probably the most lame ever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's finally the last day of this craptastic month for me. This month has put me on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I had made a few sales in August at work...this month...ZERO! Ya, I don't know what's going on, but I was not impressed. I even got my "numbers" up...as far making the right number of calls. I have been working some very difficult accounts though...and I'm hoping I can get some of them in. Some of the clients I"m working with include: Best Buy, Circuit City, Wal-Mart, Sam's Club, PetSmart, Walgreen's, Kmart, Jewel-Osco, and Menards to name a few. Trying to find the decision maker has lead me to multiple voicemails, and many different numbers. However, I am making headway with all of them at this time. I just hope that in the new month they will decide to run with us, and then I will be doing my job. My guarenteed commission goes away either after next week, or the week after. Either way, it's crunch time. Sink or Swim. Do or Die. Walk or Fall. Sink...wait I already used that one...moving on. Work has me MAJORLY stressed out right now, because I am disappointed in myself, even though I'm not sure what it is I am doing wrong. My boss is impressed with my conversations, I'm making the number of calls I'm supposed to, and I am continually adding new prospects...so what gives? I know that I need to figure that out, especially since I'm pretty sure I can't live on 800 dollars a month. On top of that, I've been dealing with a lot more bullshit in the healthcare industry. My foot ended up getting worse, and the "wound" had to be opened and drained. I know, it sounds so sexy...you all want me now...but easy fellas/ladies...I'm not that easy. I was then put on a different antibiotic. It seems to be doing better, but I'm hoping I don't get a scar out of this, because the way it is healing up, scares me a bit. I've dealt with insurance bullshit, and trying to set up an appointment with a doctor, and I also was unable to get my glasses this week. They are all long stories, but let me tell you, I was on the verge of murd-ing someone. Yes...murding. For those of you that don't know...murd is way worse than murder. So, with all that shit you would think I have enough to deal with. No, I still have to deal with shit back home...even though I don't even live there anymore. I've come to the realization that most of the adults in my life, are incapable of living their own lives effectively. I would say whatever, except that I am constantly brought into the mix, and it drives me insane. Also, this reminds me of something that pisses me off. When talking to someone, I usually like to vent, or just have someone to speak to about things. Why is that people feel the need to one up you all the time? I have found that a number of people that I speak to about any issues, decide that they have it worse, and they have to tell me all the reasons why. That's not what I'm looking for. I realize I probably do this from time to time..but I'm trying to stop it. I don't mind if someone agrees with me, or says...ya, I know what you mean...and then gives their tale, but don't decide to just talk about your issues. Most of the time I don't even want advice from people, I just want to talk about things. My mother is one of these people I have found. Which is most likely why I get annoyed from time to time when talking to her. That, and the fact that she just doesn't listen in general. On the upside, I have been talking to Chris a lot more lately...which helps a lot to get my thoughts out. Most likely why I haven't felt the need to blog in awhile either. It's really interesting to talk to him as well. He is back at school now, and is of course buried in homework a majority of the time. It's interesting to see how different both of our lives are right now. I realize that a lot has changed since I graduated...more than I thought it would. Not that change is bad, it just takes some time to get adjusted to. I've also become relatively sober lately. I still have an occassional beer now and then, but my weekends of endless drinks have gone away. Last weekend, I did do a lot of drinking down here, and it was the first time since my birthday that I would consider a "drinking" night. It was a lot of fun, and reminded me a lot of La Crosse. Man, it seems like FOREVER since I left there...and it hasn't been that long. I definitely need to go back to visit. This weekend would have been fun more than likely...since it is "Notsoberfest", but expensive as well. Money is tight on my end for the next couple of months...so I opted out. But, I will go back soon...and it will be fun. Party it up for those of you in La Crosse, or going to be...I hope you are dedicating drinks to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the end of September....and I am welcoming October with open arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also Hair, I hope this helps with your eyes. Let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11657126-115966847462287567?l=meggs08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/feeds/115966847462287567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11657126&amp;postID=115966847462287567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/115966847462287567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11657126/posts/default/115966847462287567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meggs08.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-probably-most-lame-ever.html' title='September, probably the most lame ever..'/><author><name>meganrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449814600583123073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
