Saturday, December 29, 2012

When Death Calls....

So usually when I'm typing away here I have about 8 to 10 windows open and I am taking a break from my Extreme Multi-tasking while working on my dearly named, Crappy Little Netbook. The weekend before Christmas Eve I was the incredibly smart, klutzy gal I am and spilled water on the keyboard. Luckily the screen was already starting to flicker and die so I had an inkling that death was near.

About 2 years ago I spent $50 at Sprint and got my friend the CLN and self contained internet. Safe to say, I got my money's worth out of it. ;)

After Christmas, I went to Best Buy and bought my business a brand new laptop!! Come the 3rd, we also will have super spiffy Business Class High Speed Internet at my office. (Written in all caps to imply excitement of the nerdy kind.. Hopefully my receptionist will be as excited as me).

Slight problem: Looks are very deceiving and I am the exact opposite of tech savvy and my new tech came loaded with Windows 8.. I was shown a sneak peek of Win 8 about 4 months ago by someone who was not impressed by it so it confuses me. I almost feel like I should take a class in it or something...

Anywho, I'm on vacation for a few more days and my CLN with self contained internet dying has drastically changed my super plans of productivity. I'm not complaining since I've really enjoyed the downtime, but believe it or not, the untimely death has also pushed this post back, oh jeez, a week?

I can use my phone to write (what I find to be) witty one-liners to FB, but it's kinda hard to think quasi-serious thoughts worth sharing when I'm staring at a bright pink phone case, and a keyboard that I can only type one letter at a time on. Also, since the moment passed, my thoughts on people sticking their heads up their bums when it comes to the December Holidays would just seem ill-timed and awkward. Luckily people stick their heads up their bums all the time so I'm sure I'll have another opportunity soon.

And for the slow, most of my post titles are songs. I find them to be catchy attention-getters, don't you? ;)

Until next time!

Friday, December 14, 2012

The One That I Want

So I was listening to the radio the other day and the song "The One That I Want" from the movie Grease came on. (Yes, I listen to weird radio stations, what?) I was stuck in traffic so I sang along and I thought of the "acting" that goes along with the song. Go ahead, I searched high and low and then remembered YouTube exists to find this.... Oscar-worthy performance... After you watch, email me and we can laugh about how once upon a time people pretended John Travolta could act, it'll be fun.. ;)

Quick recap: Bad Boy meets Good Girl, have a super sweet summer romance where he doesn't get laid (but lies about it because he has a rep to maintain) and then they break up so she can go home to Australia (?? maybe, I'm not wikipedia, and I am NOT re-watching that entire movie). GG stays and meets a spunky smartass and her girl gang. Everything is fine and dandy until the boy gang shows up and BB is the leader. Again he has a reputation to uphold so plays the D-bag card and she ends up throwing pom-poms at him. (Somewhere she became a cheerleader, because they're known for their wholesome life choices?)
Anywho, they are each other's "True Love" and they both separately decide that the ONLY way they'll be happy is if they can be together.
John Travolta secretly goes to earn an athletic achievement letter (because nothing says I Love You like a preppy sweater) while Olivia Newton John decides that morals and clean lungs are for sissies and she sews herself into a pair of hot pants. Roll clip now....

All done? Has your breathing returned to normal after having to watch the hip thrusting and excited faces? Good.

So, I guess the moral here is, you should only be with someone who loves you enough to be willing to change every single thing about them to keep you, and you should love them exactly the same. Any mis-balance and you can find yourself in the worst situation possible.

Now, since John and Olivia lived in the wonderful world of Happily Ever After, they both were willing to change completely so I imagine they had a conversation when they flew off in Grease Lightning (not a mis-type, I remember that car flying) about coming to a happy medium. Also, there was a baby scare and a dropped out of school story line, but again HEA so they all cartwheeled away with huge smiles.

The real world is not that pretty. Doesn't even come close, but wouldn't it be amazing if we all tried to love that strongly? Reminds me of another movie, Pleasantville.

I don't know any real life Sandy and .... whoever John Travolta played, but in a world filled with baby-momma/daddys and 3 or 4 time divorcees, it sure would be nice to see more in it for the long haul couples who aren't in the high school delusion.

Side note: My last post left me sour, I almost deleted it, but that seemed juvenile so it's not going anywhere. I really wanted to make my dear friend smile, but as soon as I sat down to type my head just wiped itself blank. I will do my best not to pollute your eyes in the future. ;)

Monday, December 3, 2012

This one's for you....

I have a friend, who has been my friend since we worked at a no longer in existence toy store about... Jeez... Almost 10 years ago. (Can you FREAKING believe it?!?!) She lives far away now, but whatever words come out of my "mouth" (fingers?) tonight are all because of her. ;)

I was going to write something dedicated to the Hubs, but he's sitting next to me, and I feel camera shy so... Something else will go here right now. What, I'm not sure, but, ::insert words here::.

Right now the TV has switched to infomercials, and until I saw the doctor's name I thought they were calling him Dr. Ca va (French for "okay") which I though was pretty ironic. Even now I'm not convinced, but that could be because Cindy Crawford is trying to sound smart. I miss good infomercials, like the one for the Magic Bullet. I loved the cranky lady in the rollers with her cigarette hanging from her lips... But I digress...

One of the gals in my building wants to have an Open House to help grow her business. I'm really excited and since I just threw one in February at my old office I have the plans fresh in my mind. It was her idea, but I have kinda taken over, I have the time and I LOVE a good party. I feel like something has shifted this year, like the standards have gotten higher. Maybe because this is falling in December, but I feel like I need to be on my "A" game.For the first time in my life; I. Megan E Mc.... am worried about an outfit. Times two, maybe three. Holiday parties have dress codes, and I know of two for sure and a possible third I am attending. Sometime in the last months I went from being a "Young Adult" to just an "Adult", and if I'm not mistaken that changes the rules of the game. To what exactly I'm not sure, but I don't want to lose.

Life sure is a strange thing.. One day I'm buying shirts for $0.50 at second hand stores, the next I have standing hair appointments. Weird.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Social Media...

So, social media has kinda become a staple of our society, wouldn't you agree?

I see so many people getting upset by other people's posts, finding them to be offensive for one reason or another, and I see it spilling into real life. Seriously. Does it really matter that your Barber has the TP roll hanging from the back not the front to the point that you're going to find a new barber? NO, just be passive aggressive and change it whenever you visit the loo there. (I might or might not have a few secret compulsive behaviors).

I have a set of "Life Rules" that I laid out for myself YEARS ago (like in HS I refused to date people I went to school with, and then when I broke said rule life blew up in my face. Twice.) I'm a First Generation Internet User, starting way back when AOL was your everything (and then became your tool to get on the internet and nothing else), and I have always had the policy that if you aren't comfortable having a conversation about something in the middle of the grocery store line it doesn't belong on the internet. Period.

We recently had an election, maybe you heard about it? It was a big deal, and it mattered, BUT my personal politics did not. I voted early and mailed in my ballot and hoped that people weren't just voting based on their religion (or lack their of) or making pretty patterns on the ballots. Generally speaking, I don't care what the royal "you" thinks about politics or religion or even if you think the sky is purple. Specifically, I love to have one on one conversations with people that have the same AND different thoughts than I do. Privately. With adults, and the stipulation that getting butt-hurt is not allowed. What's the point of having a brain if we can't agree to disagree?

Welp. Thank you anonymous readers, you have once again provided me with a much needed mental break from the tedium that is the behind the scenes part of my job. Until next time....

Friday, November 16, 2012

Is it safe?!?!?

It's late so I'm not sure how good of an idea this is, but I just read a 500 page book of absolute crap and I felt like putting some good grammar in my head before attempting sleep.. (If you're wondering, you should imagine an energetic CPR instructor waving his hands like an umpire when reading the title of this post. To this day he is one of my favorite instructors.)

Thanksgiving is next week. Growing up it was always huge, and we'd go to a specific relative's house and spend the day making merry. I've always been not-so-secretly sentimental and one of my favorite things has been hanging onto and making traditions my own.
I can't cook for squat (I once tried to make grilled chicken for 7 on a one person George Forman grill. Another time I burnt a pan trying to boil water.)
Anywho, since the only good I am in the kitchen is as a food taster, obviously we can't host Thanksgiving. I've always done my best to see as many people as possible in that one day, my record sits at 9 T-Day meals attended in one day, but last year was different. Just the hubby, Monkey and I. I don't understand why I stressed myself out all those years. Last year I got to spend the morning cleaning, ate a reasonable amount and wasn't swimming in leftovers for months afterwards. It was great! Screw people! Let them take care of theirselves, I'm wearing sweat pants and not showering! (Kidding, at least about the showering part).
This year there is a HUGE to-do happening and I want no part of it. After experiencing a wonderfully calm version of things, I almost want to be a hermit from Thanksgiving to New Years and get fat on latkes (one of the few things I CAN cook). I think the compromise is that we're going for dessert, and I can live with that. It's a lot easier to get a piece of pie than an entire meal when there's 20-something people together, and I'm counting on the turkey to slow my competition down.. ;)

So you know, if you care, I almost didn't ramble at you for the last half hour (that's how long it took me to write this, hopefully you read quicker than I type), but Monkey fell asleep in my bed and when I went to move him to his room he freaked out on me and is next to me hogging the bed. If you find me at all witty, you can thank my stubborn little man for deciding I don't need more than 5 inches of bed to sleep on and inspiring me to late night ramble at you. I hope he never grows out of his "my mommie is my favorite person ever" stage. It's an awesome feeling. :)

Sunday, November 4, 2012

You are my Sunshine....

Here's something that drives me crazy. People that use the phrase "you'll never know how much ::insert something here::". Seriously, that doesn't make you some sort of martyr, what it makes you is a coward, especially since the dreaded "L word" is usually part of the annoying phrase. Now I just opened a can of worms and I'm not sure which to address first, but I promise to attempt to address all the squirmy worms. ;)

Every night when I put my son to bed I sing him 4 or 5 lullabies from my childhood as part of our nighttime ritual. Besides inserting his name into every song I have made (what I feel to be) an extremely important modification to a line in "You are my Sunshine". Originally it says "you'll never know dear, how much I love you..." and I have changed the Never to Always. I spend every waking moment of my life loving my son more than air itself, and even at such a tender age, I know without a doubt, if I were to be struck dead tomorrow my son would have no question to the depth of love I have for him. And that's the way its supposed to be. If he didn't know that, it would be a failure on my part. Love is one of the most important gifts we have to offer, and we should NEVER be too afraid to let the ones that have it, know it.

Which brings me to another personal peeve of mine. Just because I helped you with your groceries doesn't mean you love me. Also, just because we had an instantaneous bond doesn't mean we need to call it love. I cannot stand people throwing around the L-word like it's a hanky. It makes me feel awkward when someone I truly enjoy (but do not have love-like emotions towards) say they love me. I'm not big on lying, but total honesty is rude, so I end up fumbling through the rest of the encounter. I do have people that have carved out special places in my heart, and I DO love them, and make attempts to appropriately tell them so when I can. I feel like anything else here would be me talking in circles so if I haven't made myself clear, sorry, it happens. ;)

Totally switching things up on you...

This weekend is one of my favorite parts of the year. Twice a year my mom helps throw what I lovingly refer to as "adult camp". She's been involved since before I could drive, and I think I've been helping since I was 14? 15? (Whenever I started, its the longest "job" I've ever held). It probably confuses people since I am very open about my lack of labeling my spiritual beliefs yet twice a year I serve food to those at a religious retreat, but it's a part of me. These people have known me most of my life and have actually watched me grow up, in a way that not a lot of people have, they're like extended family to me. Even though I personally have never participated in the event I feel connected to the leaders and feel a deep need for it to succeed. Heck, I recently went to a church service (I was visiting family) and I could tell there would be a compatibility between the class that leads up to the event and the teachings and I said so. This year has a bit of a twist, the responsibility of finding workers to help fell to me, so everyone on "my team" has personal ties to me which is not something I have experienced. It will make things easier I hope. 

Aaand with that, I will end my ramblings for now. Until next time!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Here comes the Boom...

Ok, before I go off on my rant I want to take a moment and be happy. Business is doing really well right now, last month was a scary month but we did it and this month has been a good month. A good month following a scary month evens out to.. Well it's not the end of the month yet so I can't tell you yet, but I'm remaining positive. (Heck, I have FREE radio time this week how can I not be positive?!?) ;) I have a GREAT team of more than qualified people that I am happy to cheer on and support and am forever grateful for their cheering on.

Onto the matter that has been eating away at me.


"Oh, I found out my boyfriend is cheating on me.."

"She has this really great opportunity, but she'll have to leave for a year..."

"We really don't get along anymore, but I want my kids to have the same parents.."

"He hits me, but I just know he'll change.."

"We've been fighting this past year, but we both agreed to stop last month..."

Seriously. Does ANY of those situations sound like throwing in crazy, awful hormones for 9+ months and then a completely dependent (and sleep depriving) child into the mix will make it BETTER?!?! What the heck are you smoking?!?

It makes me mad to see so many people trying to fix their relationships by spawning. I love children, I think they are magical, beautiful gifts, but that doesn't change the fact that being a parent is HARD WORK. You have a migraine? Too bad you still have to feed and clothe and take care of your kiddo. Your friends invite you to the bar while your SO is working? Guess what, you're not going.

Most of the people that I talk to that come up with this "genius" plan end up miserable and alone or miserable and feel stuck in a completely avoidable situation... All you have to do is not jump into bed with someone you #1 don't know (gasp!!!), #2 don't trust, and #3 don't love.

If your relationship has any chance of survival, both parties have to want it to, and adding a 18+ year commitment is a pretty stupid way to try to make things better, and from what I've seen is just guaranteed to make things worse.

But hey what do I know? I'm just one gal that have had people talk out their problems to for the last 4 years... Somethings can be figured out without a Doctorate.. ;)

I now return you to your regularly scheduled light-heartedness.

Don't make me rant at you again.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

I have something on the important side of things to say BUUUT...

It will take a lot of energy to get my point across and since I am doing a bit of multi-tasking right now, I don't feel like tainting my work stuff with my personal stuff emotions. That being said, I went to the trouble of opening this and I feel like babbling, just not about what I originally mapped out. (yet)

I have a to-do list that is a full sheet of paper plus margins. As responsible as it makes me feel to have it all written down in an organized fashion it also makes me sad. I'd like to think I'm a free spirit that lives and lets live, but as I get older and I add more to my daily juggle (son, housekeeping, husband, running a business, etc) I realize that really I have a pretty scheduled life. I am a creature of habit. (shudder). Heck, I even have my free time scheduled out! Saturday nights are "my nights" where I can not be Megan the (insert responsibility here), and just Megan. It's very nice, and I'm pretty sure if I didn't have that time I would end up batty..

I am originally from LA. Not the "LA area", actually LA, and as such I have a affinity for the beach. There's something soothing about sand between my toes and too cold water on my feet. Last November I took The Monk out and introduced him to the beach, he loved it so much it cost me a phone.
See that black rectangle in the sand on the left? THAT was the best phone I ever had (until I sold my soul to the iPhone 4S but that was almost 9 months later and I still miss that slide out keyboard).
Buh-bye phone....
  And just to give you my mind state when it comes to work: I was worried about the voicemails and my business being unaccessable while I had no phone, where as my friend Kira about slapped me upside the head for not even considering the dangers of driving from Corona to Tempe with a toddler in the car without a phone. I would have gotten there eventually, but I saw my business catastrophe before I considered the more immediate issues. Sometimes I have trouble seeing the things right in front of me, but I have no problem seeing the things far off (either past or future). My step-mom saved my hide and the very next day I was blackberried until I could replace my phone. Shortly after that I gave myself a new line so now when I go on vacation my business phone is safely tucked in at the office.

He loved the beach, even with it being freezing cold out there...
Well, doing this checked off exactly nothing on my dreaded to-do list, but I do feel a ::little:: more focused so I can get my to the actual important things (like my website stuff and a long email times 3 people). Thanks for reading! (or skimming, or laughing at my phone death.... whatevs)

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Look at me attempting consistancy and all that jazz...

I love my work, for MANY reasons, I love being able to make a difference I can actually see, I love that there are clients that are also friends, I love that I can speak nerdy and it be about something other than fiction, and I LOVE that I spend my day listening to music.

I am a failed musician. (lol) I played the cello for a few years, took a break then was politely asked to never touch a cello again when I tried to pick it back up. Next was sporadic guitar lessons (but I never owned one of my own until I was a senior in high school). Years ago (prolly when I was 15 or 16) my mom worked part time in a church office so whenever I would go visit her I would go to town on the drums there, but I am the stereotypical white gal with no rhythm so that was more stress relief versus actual music. Also, at one point I sang in the church, but really, they'll let anyone who asks do that so I'm not quite sure if I was any good at that.. My one musical success? I can play Hot Cross Buns on ::almost:: any instrument.  I finally gave up PLAYING the instruments and just surrounded myself with actually talented musicians. Soothes the soul without damaging the ears. ;)

At one point I would classify myself as a fan of all except "country and rap", BUT Jimmy Buffet walks that line of country/rock and he's a personal favorite, and since my bestie has taken up the challenge of teaching me non-ballroom style dancing (which I slightly don't suck at), I have grown a tolerance to the rap genre. I am still very loyal to the 80's/90's punk rock/ska scene, but I like to think I've evolved a bit. My absolute favorite type of music? Wordless. (Kinda perfect for what I do huh?) I love listening to music that can tell a story without needing a singer, that music is the most powerful to me.

Because of that, for work I have handpicked 4 cds (I am fighting the digital era, but that's a whole different topic) out of a series called Musical Massage that I can listen to for months at a time without the need to change. Heck, I had "Balance" on for close to a year until one of my staffers changed it out on me. They are so well done that I have had regulars ask me if they're listening to a new one when it's not. Those cds are special, because they are made to take your mind where it needs to be, to get whatever thoughts you need thought and still maintain the calm.

I've been feeling really antsy lately, and my brain just REFUSES to shut off, so I've been reading approximately 400-800 pages a day on my ereader of choice, but that's just not doing it.. I'm thinking about stealing one of Aydan's Rock a Bye Baby cds and zoning out one night just to try to get my dome straight. It's too late for that tonight, since everyone else is already sawing logs, but that's why I'm typing this out instead. :) If I wasn't so lazy I might take up running, but that involves 2 things I hate more than anything, socks. (One for each foot) I am going roller skating tomorrow night for the first time since summer hit and since I don't have a day to day relationship with socks I'm going to take this as my cue to stop typing and go find a pair...

Au revior!

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Gardens, and other procrastinating thoughts...

Well hello there! I am supposed to be doing a VERY tedious task that involves spreedsheets and other nonsense that fall into the category of "Things No One Told Me I Would Have to Do When I Work For Myself". I'll finish it... eventually (before Wednesday)... but I am so not into it, I just re-organized my entire front patio.

My favorite movie growing up was The Secret Garden. I loved the idea of a hidden garden paradise just waiting for me, to the point for many years I collected any lost keys I came across (the stranger the better), just in case one of them opened MY secret garden. This also led to a not so safe habit of trying any door I came across, luckily I wasn't one that people noticed and I kinda blended into the background, if not I would have gotten in A LOT more trouble as a kid.

Since I'm no longer ::quite:: so foolish I have taken up the more adult version of having a secret garden - I buy plants and put them around the various patios I have lived in... Sometimes I manage to keep them alive for months, and whenever that happens it usually means I'm doing a pretty decent job at balancing work and home. Buuut eventually it happens.. I'll miss a day, then a day turns into a week and then, before you know it the super cute Christmas tree I was trying to keep from last year is no more than a fire hazard, and my patio is no more than a cemetery for flowers and succulents.

So back to my patio. About 3 years ago I got a Chia Herb Garden for Christmas and I was actually able to keep that going until we had to move. I accidentally broke one of the pots in an Megan the Klutz move but I still keep it, because ONE day I will have my little herb garden again. (Heh) In my reorganization I decided to make the patio a little more Aydan friendly. I rearranged his basketball hoop and his little table and put his bike at an angle he might actually use it, then I got my version of creative. I took all his outdoor chalk and made 4 bouquets to put in my little herb garden pots. It's colorful and pretty and can substitute for real plants until life settles down again.

OR maybe I'll just buy more outdoor chalk and make a chalk garden.... Since I live in Arizona they'd never be washed away... Maybe I'm onto something here..... Hurm.....

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Hello there...

So my webmaster for my spiffy website has given me instructions to write a blog post about once a week regarding the work I do to 1: Keep the page fresh so Google likes me, and 2: so people can get an idea of who I am and the such.

Problem with that is that I haven't written things beyond the facebook approved length that people actually SEE in quite a while. So this is born.. I can't promise consistency, but I personally have always found myself hilarious so I can promise attempts at humor...

I AM on vacation this week so it is possible I will splatter some brain matter all over this a few more times before I get back to work since I am used to talking to people with a slightly higher IQ than my 2 year old.. but who knows, this might be the only time you hear from me in the next 6 months... We will see! :)

A Little Blasphemy as a Literal (and Figurative) Sign of Progress

 Hello there, it’s been a while, and in true returning from ghosting fashion, I am here to either share something vapid and meaningless, or ...