Meg This is Life

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Today, in Springfield, MO, I spotted these. STRETCH PANTS. Enough said.

Detox Day

I’m kinda having a detox day….which means, I have accomplished about 10 minutes of actual work so far today (its almost 10:30 am). 

Nik & I are headed to our friends beach condo on Friday night. After a relaxing day at the beach on Saturday, I will have two shoots and a “Pre-Mother’s Day” meal to cook for my mother-in-law on Sunday. The following weekend I’ll be home for four days and will try to stuff the following things into my schedule: 2 college graduations, 2 college graduation celebrations, a wedding shower, an engagement session, a baby portrait session, lots of meals with family, dinner with friends and a hair cut. I think I can do it….I’ll just have to take a really deep breathe before I board my 6 am flight out of Pensacola on Thursday (SOOOOOOOOO early!).

So, how about this crazy oil spill!?! According to CNN, ” Officials said late Wednesday the estimated amount of oil spewing into the Gulf of Mexico from three underwater leaks after last week’s oil rig explosion has increased to as much as 5,000 barrels, or 210,000 gallons, a day — five times more than what was initially believed.” Holy cow! It is unbelievable.

Photo courtesy of CNN.com

Missed the Memo

I guess I missed this memo that was clearly distributed around South Alabama this morning:

Dear Drivers:

Please make sure to pull out in front of other vehicles as much as possible. Immediately follow this action by driving under the speed limit.

This happened three times to me this morning. THREE TIMES!

Obama’s Health, O’Canada & The Marriage Ref

On my way to work this morning, NPR informed me of Obama’s height, weight, blood pressure, resting heart rate, cholesterol and so on. Now, who wouldn’t want to start out their Monday morning with all of their info announced to the world?

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Now, if he could just quit smoking….. people still do that??

Last night we watched part of the Olympic closing ceremony.

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Is it customary for closing ceremonies to be ALL about the host country? I really am asking, because the ceremony was ALL Canada. I thought the Olympics were great and Vancouver seemed like an excellent host, but the closing ceremony (well the 20 minutes that I could bare to watch) was…well, not very good at all. It was kind of a let down.

Thank God, that I stayed on NBC long enough to catch a sneak preview of The Marriage Ref.

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This show is hilarious, and I wouldn’t expect anything less from Jerry Seinfeld. Even the couples whose “problems” are being addressed are completely entertaining in and of themselves. I can’t wait to see what else they have up their sleeves.

Happy First Day of March, everyone!

Unfriending

So, I delete Facebook friends. Excuse me, I USED to delete Facebook friends. Most of the people I’ve “unfriended” are people I hardly know and I get the urge to un-clutter my friend list and simplify. On a rare, few occasions, I will admit, I have deleted someone that I am just soooo tired of seeing on Facebook. Maybe their remarks are really annoying, or just plain ridiculous. Sometimes “hiding” this person isn’t quite enough satisfaction. I almost want to make a point by deleting them as if to say “if you are going to be so rude, we will NOT be friends on here anymore.” Considering that they don’t get notified when deleted, they would simply have to figure it out one day that they no longer had access to my page.

I did some research and found that a lot of people delete FB friends. The NY Times even wrote an article last year about Burger King offering a free burger to those who deleted 10 friends. According to the article, over 200,000 people got the axe during the promo. It was eventually cancelled, because Burger King would send notifications to those that got deleted!! Now, even I think that’s going too far.

For awhile, I thought that no one would ever notice that they were deleted. Its not like I was close with any of the ones I let go. And it is JUST FB after all. But… I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. I haven’t kept a total count, but I would go as far as saying that 90% of the people I’ve unfriended have asked me back! What are you supposed to do when that happens?! Does this make me a horrible person? No. A little insensitive? I didn’t think so, but once people started asking me back, I started to realize that it just isn’t worth deleting anyone anymore. If I really don’t know them that well, I just shouldn’t let them be my friend in the first place.

So, do you delete friends?? And if you do, why?

Disclaimer: I am pretty sure that I have never deleted any of YOU (being people that actually read this), but if on the off chance that I have, just ask me back. I’m in a sucker of a mood today.

Manic Monday

It seriously was such a beautiful weekend here. I spent some time doing a shoot on the bay in Fairhope, visited my favorite book store, spent time with friends, took naps, finished season 4 of Heroes, ate good food…it was great. And then today happened….

It is not even 10 am on Monday morning, and its already been a disaster of a day. Ha. First, I didn’t get out of bed in time. This is not out of the ordinary. Then I couldn’t really decide what to wear, which is pretty usual too, but still annoying. I smeared black mascara all over my freshly washed WHITE robe. Then, I realized that my flat iron wasn’t warming up. OMG! What is a girl to do when they have wavy, short hair (and live in humidity) and their flat iron isn’t working! I dug out an old curling iron to try to calm my hair down a bit. It hasn’t really worked. My hair is pretty much going everywhere. And, let’s not forget that I will have to fork out the $100+ today just to ensure a decent hair day tomorrow. So, I finally arrived to work, 40 minutes late, to discover that my work computer was not operating. I bet it got hit by lightning. We had to replace the battery back up and finally have it up and running. Did I mention that my coffee is already cold and NOT in a microwavable mug?

On a good note, I decided that my new favorite place is the Page & Palette book/art store & coffee shop. Its so cute inside AND has really great mango ice tea. I see many afternoons there in my future. I heart Fairhope (especially on beautiful, breezy days). I helps me pretend that I am on vacation.

After the Jump

“After the Jump.” Ok - if you already know what this means, then don’t keep reading. You probably  will think its ridiculous that I just figured this out last month.

I read a lot of blogs, and many of those blogs have 1/2 of the post and then a link that reads “after the jump.” If you click on the link, it brings you to the rest of the post.  Blogs like Design Sponge used to do this a lot (until I wanted to include an example in this post and realized that they have changed it to “read more” now).  Anyway, I just wanted to bestow my incredible new knowledge to anyone that does not understand where this comes from. According to MetaFilter: “It’s a holdover from newspaper lingo. The ‘jump’ in a newspaper article is the point where the article is interrupted on one page and continued at that point on another page, with a notation of where to go to continue the article. They serve the same purpose: to conserve “front page” space (or inside page space, though that’s less common) for as much of as many articles as possible. ”

So, if you didn’t know before, now you know what the blog lingo “After the Jump” means. Please enjoy life a little bit more now….

Snowing in the South

Its actually snowing in South Alabama. Right now. There are flakes falling. It is melting as soon as it hits the ground, but still, its snow. I doubt it will accumulate to anything, at least where we live. Even so, its kind of fun. The schools freaked out and cancelled school for today, YESTERDAY at 2 pm. The snow just started at about 12 pm. Its quite funny. People are all excited. My boss was so excited this morning that he went out and bought us all donuts. So, there are some perks. Haha. Hopefully, it doesn’t get too wintry, otherwise, I will be way too nervous to drive on the roads with all these beach bums who know nothing about driving in this kind of weather. Good thing I still have my snow scraper in my trunk. I’ll be a hero today.

My Love Affair With the Dentist Ended Yesterday

I used to love the dentist. During my childhood, I hated the dentist. My teeth wouldn’t fall out, and I struggled whenever a dentist would want to pull one. I even had a dentist suggest to my mother that they put me in straight jacket in order to get one pulled. Me in a straight jacket? But my hatred for dentists subsided as I got older and had braces. Once they came off, I was determined to keep my mouth beautiful. I eagerly awaited the dentist compliments on how well I had kept them clean. Yes, my love for the dentist was completely motivated by the validation that I would receive while sitting in that chair. But sooner or later, the dream life must come to an end. And deep in my heart, I knew that it would  - I couldn’t pull off perfect teeth forever. But when I went to the dentist last month, I was still utterly disappointed when the dentist announced I had a couple of cavities.  I picked myself up off the ground and was determined to keep living life. Until yesterday. It was the big day - I was actually very nervous. What was it like to have them drill into your teeth? Would I be able to handle the shots of novocaine? I laid in the chair, my heart beating faster and faster. “Megan, pull yourself together. People have this done all the time,” I told myself. The drill coming closer and closer to my mouth. I look up only to see the light, 2 pairs of eyes and hands with tools coming towards me. It was traumatic. I could hardly speak afterwards (mostly because of the novocaine - not the trauma) and had a massive headache. Of course, we were out of ibuprofen when I got home. I was grumpy and irritated. But mostly, I was sad. Sad that I could no longer love the dentist like I had. Sad that one of the few joys in my life were taken away. My heart is broken, and it might take a few weeks to recover. I’ll probably recover just in time for them to work on the other side of my mouth… Oh the betrayal.