Incurably Awkward

Difference Between Public and Private

2010-01-12T21:37:00.000-08:00

At the request, or really, at the insistence of Madre and Tardie I will be sharing a rather embarrasing incident that happened about a month ago. You are all aware of my olympic dreams, yes? I am making some good progress on that goal by the way.

So anyways, every Friday night I have a riding lesson after work. Generally I change into my riding clothes in my branches lunchroom. It's small, no one goes in there, no cameras, there is space to spread out my multiple layers needed for riding in the winter, etc etc. No one had ever bothered me, especially since the office is a ghost town on Friday evenings. But that's the way it always goes you know, nothing happens until it happens. Now as you can guess, this one particular Friday something happened. Rather, IT happened.

The worst IT.

One of my bosses. A man old enough to be my father.

Walked.

In.

On.

Me.

In the partial nude. Riding pants on, shirt off. In the middle of changing into my sports bra.

Awesome.

And no, I was not looking for a raise. At least not like that.

I have since started changing in the bathroom. Mostly because the bathrooms are private as opposed to the public lunchroom.

FYI

2009-12-22T08:02:00.000-08:00

Apple juice?

My absolute favorite of all the juices and it is not just for infants.

I Am An Athlete

2009-12-14T21:29:00.000-08:00

Well, at least according to Madre. And let's just be brutally honest, her standards? Not so high. She claimed athlete status for herself after I think two trips to the gym in a week that involved sweating.

Well, after a 6 month hiatus from any physical activity (other than riding), I ran and sweat twice in one week. The second run was even a road race, which I finished in a blistering 31-ish minutes.

Usain Bolt better watch it.

Gingerbread House: A Family Collaboration

2009-12-08T22:14:00.000-08:00

Now what you can't tell is that the Greenwood arsonist caused some damage to the smaller side of the roof. And I had to do some emergency repairs on the sides with super-glue. Good thing no one ever eats these! M put the pieces together, so that's why the piece with the front door is upside down. We don't want any visitors who can't figure out how to get in. Also, there were supposed to be two short chimneys, but M combined them into one tall chimney instead. You know how those architects can be, taking creative liberties whenever they get the chance.

The Reflecting Pool In DC

2009-12-07T22:09:00.000-08:00

We Used To Do What?

2009-12-03T23:44:00.000-08:00

So I was watching Mary Poppins tonight, and I had totally forgotten how awesome that movie is. Too bad I have to give it back to the library in two weeks.

However, while watching it I remembered something my sisters (all four of us) used to do as children. When we were eating jello, we would swish it around in our mouths until it turned back into liquid, then we would spit it out into the spoon. And now here is where things get really good, we would drink the liquid jello back up while acting out Mary Poppins. You know, the scene where Mary Poppins gives the kids medicine and each spoonful she pours is a different flavor.

Mmmm strawberry!

Lime cordial, delicious!

Ah, rum punch.

Now that I think about it, I realize how truly disgusting that is.

Jealousy

2009-12-02T22:00:00.000-08:00

So I was visiting N in DC for Thanksgiving. It was pretty grand.

Obviously, N is my idol and since she lives in a studio apartment, I got to share her bed. She got to rediscover that I snuggle at night. Oops.

Anyways, I met her friend from school who is fluent in six languages. Six. And even though next year will be his third year in law school he wants to learn a seventh for fun. I wish I was a language savant like he is. That would be so freaking awesome.

I think I would choose to learn the following:

French, because I took that in high school and college.

Spanish so I could communicate with more people in the states.

Italian, because I love Italy.

Mandarin (or is Cantonese more popular?), for business.

German, so I can express my frustration without fear of repercussions at work.

Too bad sleep learn tapes don't work, I would totally buy them and use them nightly.

Recent Family Quotes

2009-11-29T20:26:00.000-08:00

On what we are thankful for:

N: I am thankful for all of you.
Madre: *sarcastic laugh* Ok now what are you really thankful for?
N: Ok fine, I am thankful for movie season.
Madre: That's better.

M on becoming Amish and having to dress plainly:

I think I could do it, especially if everyone else was dressing like that.

A, being jealous of me and N:

Hello nemesis.

N on Madre's phone etiquette:

Mom, I can hear you clearly through Megan's phone!

Context: N and I were together and Madre and A were together. N was on the phone with Madre, who wouldn't stop talking, so I called A to tell her to get Madre off the phone. Madre is a loud talker.

WTF???

2009-11-23T23:10:00.000-08:00

So why was I late to work today? Oh, that's right, because I left my house without any shoes and I got about a mile away before I realized it. I was wearing these rain boots, only it wasn't raining. Seriously?? Who does that? It's moments like these that make it painfully clear that I am on the fast track up the corporate ladder.

Obviously.

Good thing I am smart enough to notice my improper footgear before arriving at the office.

In other news, my tree is up with a mere 700 lights on it. I could have used 800. There are 300 additional. lights around the old APT, bringing the total up to one thousand (you can trust my calculations, I am in banking). Seeing as my apartment is less then a thousand square feet I worry that there are not enough.

A Voicemail

2009-11-19T22:09:00.000-08:00

So I have a bad habit of not listening to my messages. But Madre, she has a much worse habit of leaving the world's longest voicemails.

They go a little something like this:

Heyy Boogie, it's mom. I'm sorry I missed your call, I was belly dancing. Anyways, I just wanted to see what you were up too, I haven't talked to you in a few days. I will be available later, but first I have another dance rehearsal and then I have to meet a friend at McDonalds, I might get a hamburger and some diet coke, but I am trying to be healthier.... *loud background noises* Stop it Tardie! No! Stop! *laughs maniacally* Sorry I'm back, Tardie is just being annoying and won't leave me alone. So just call me back when you can.... I hope you have a good day.

And on and on and on. Is it any wonder I that when I finally check my messages I don't get past the 'hi Boogie' before I delete them.

Sorry Madre.

PS: Madre is dancing in the belly dance version of the Nutcracker this weekend. How does that even work?

Just Catching Up On Some Correspondence

2009-11-16T22:08:00.000-08:00

Dear Tom,

I know you are a really talented horse and have a lot to teach me. However, I question the lesson you gave me on Sunday. See I already knew that the rider should not be going over jumps without the horse and landing in the dirt. Thanks anyways!

Dear Bien,

When we chatted in the elevator the other day I could not make sense of anything you were saying. All I got out of our conversation was something about a hospital, someone named Luigi, the hairs on the back of your neck, and that you are willing to help roommate and I unless we need something too heavy moved/lifted. Maybe if you weren't so high all the time our talks would make more sense?

Dear Shady Parking Lot Guy,

When you paid for my parking with "your" credit card and asked for cash, you failed to consider one thing: I don't carry cash. Ever. That means free parking for me, and hopefully less credit card stealing for you. Better luck next time!

Dear Christmas,

Only 38 days left! I can't wait!

Dear Molasses Drop Cookies,

I love you, don't ever leave me.

Sincerely yours,

Megan

Random Quote Of The Day

2009-11-12T21:19:00.000-08:00

You ever hear Dad introduce us to people? "This is our daughter Dottie, and this is our other daughter, Dottie's sister."

Kit Keller, A League Of Their Own

I just love that movie.

And Now, A Product Review

2009-11-11T21:34:00.000-08:00

I love my Reebok Stayball. It is super durable, bright (I love bright colors), and I feel better every time I use it.

But I have yet to use my ball for it's intended purpose. It just fits too nicely in my bathroom, the perfect height to sit on while I dry my hair. And I really hate standing more then necessary. Some people might call that lazy, I just call it an energy saver.

Maybe one day I will do some crunches on it.

Not today.

Speaking of Fire...

2009-11-09T22:40:00.000-08:00

Someone is trying to burn down my neighborhood!!! Stupid arsonist.

Don't worry though, Brina's mom has bought us a ladder that can go down four stories. It comes on Thursday. We are planning on using it to let our friends in, and maybe for quick trips to Safeway for rations. It will be like living in a treehouse, that I have to pay for every month.

But really, if this arsonist burns down Gorditos I will be crushed.

Baby It's Cold Outside

2009-11-08T20:42:00.000-08:00

Good thing I have my fireplace to cut down on the heating bill.

And don't worry, I have cheesecake, apple pie, three kinds of ice cream, and a donut in case I get a craving for something sweet.

In Other News...

2009-11-08T19:53:00.000-08:00

This fatty stepped on my foot today, while I was giving someone a leg-up.

Thanks Red, I loved it. I know you were really concerned, but no, I did not break any toes.

Just Making Good On A Promise

2009-11-04T22:50:00.000-08:00

For some silly reason Madre thinks I should write a nice post about her. So I will. And not just because my birthday is coming up either.

Madre has some serious domestic skills that she should be super proud of. Like sewing, scrapbooking, painting, cooking, cleaning, raising children, basically all of the traditional feminine duties. When she was younger she made stained glass windows, and taught classes on them also. She made both of these, and they have been hanging in my grandparent's house for almost thirty years.

Pretty nifty right? I think she should teach me how to do that.

Madre? Whenever you are ready to give me lessons, you may call me.

Pops Takes A Wife

2009-11-03T20:48:00.000-08:00

My dad, Pops, he was in Hungary for several months and while there he found a lovely Hungarian bride.

Meet Wacko Jacko, chocolate lab extraordinaire.

2009-11-02T21:55:00.000-08:00

Is it pathetic that sometimes the highlight of my day is taking my socks off and scratching my ankles?

I didn't think so.

Madre's Party: A Recap

2009-11-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

Best thing all night. M and her boyfriend dressed as each other. I must say, Big Hands makes one ugly ugly girl. He is pretty worried about next year since M is always trying to top the previous year's costumes.

I would be worried too.

Also of note:

Madre's drunken bellydance (this can be seen at any party Madre throws or attends).

Someone thinking my roommate Brina dressed as an abortion (she was a heart).

An old guy telling me he prefers my electrodes (as he was staring at my chest).

The same old guy asking what's the oldest I would consider dating.

Ghost of Halloweens Past

2009-10-28T21:29:00.000-07:00

Madre as a crazy person? With a vulture?

M as a crazy person, in a unitard.

Me and Chris, as the war against drugs.

T-minus three days.

My Friend Westley

2009-10-27T22:13:00.000-07:00

Since Colorado left me all alone at work my days have been less than stellar. Good thing I have my new friend Westley to hang out with. He always makes me laugh.

he really is all black, just dirty

He likes pretending he hates me, always making faces and being constantly grumpy. But I know the truth Westley, I know you secretly love me. Especially when I make you do things like move at normal speeds, and have nice manners.

We get along great because he is as awkward as I am. He kind of looks like a thestral, poorly proportioned, abnormally high withers, scrawny neck. He accidentally hurts himself in his stall, and when I ask him to move over, he picks up his leg instead.

We're learning.

I found this image here, and it pretty much sums up our relationship.

Through The Years

2009-10-26T21:25:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I can't help it but think in song lyrics. Obviously I can only think in old lyrics since I never listen to the radio.

I digress.

I stumbled upon these treasures recently, and they are just too great to keep to myself.

This one is second grade, I think. Maybe. It can't be first grade because *nerd alert* I was homeschooled for the beginning of first grade.

You can already tell I will need some serious orthodonture.

Now third grade (I think), this is where it starts to get good. I made the excellent choice of a laser background, and my second front tooth is growing in nicely. I ended up with three of my right front tooth. It's how I roll. Don't even ask about my six wisdom teeth. Oh, and the only reason my hair looks regular is because my mom spent like an hour styling it.

Yes, I liked the laser backgrounds so much I picked it two years in a row. And both years the lasers matched my shirt. I am so stylish I can hardly contain myself.

My dentist always commented on how beautiful my glasses were. I agree.

I am pretty sure this one is from sixth grade, after I got my contacts. And braces. I must say, I was rather homely looking.

This is also when I started doing my own hair, which explains the size of it. I kind of look as though I haven't been fed. That's not the case, even though Madre slapped me around she did provide food.

But I am not the only one who takes a great picture...

How's it going, A?

I Want To Be Just Like N

2009-10-25T21:44:00.000-07:00

Which is why I wore her dress to prom. In my defense M wore it also, I just couldn't find a picture of her wearing it. You'll just have to take my word for it. That's kind of great about the internet, isn't it? I can tell you whatever I want and you have no reason not to believe me. I swear I am not lying though, M really did wear N's dress to her prom as well.

Even with a 5 inch height difference it still fits!

In all seriousness though, N just got a bad ass lawyer job for the summer. In her ten week paid internship she will make what I make in a year.

N? Sorry to say, but you will never be rid of me.

I Haven't Forgotten Madre

2009-10-22T20:42:00.000-07:00

Madre is under the impression that I owe her a nice post. Well sorry Madre, today is just not that day. It's just so much more fun for me to post pictures of you like this one:

That's my first dog, Linus as a baby! (Can he be considered my first dog if he was around for a few years before I was even born?) He was a little nutty, he bit a tax assessor once.

Also, is there anything better then peppermint ice cream for breakfast?

You Mean People Actually Want Me To Design?

2009-10-21T18:56:00.000-07:00

Yikes.

Coworkers found out that my degree is in design. Probably because I told them. Now, they want me to make the Safety Committee's Halloween party flyer. And I am over a year out of practice. And I don't have this guy, or this girl, or this girl to help me. Like they did with this project:

And this project:

As much as it pains me to admit, I do miss being in school, but it is mostly because of those guys.
But I can't just remember designing, rumor has it that if you want to be a graphic designer you actually have to design stuff once in awhile.

Also, tomorrow is Colorado's last day at work! She is moving to Oregon and leaving me all alone.

Ugly Green Monsters

2009-10-20T08:05:00.000-07:00

So A, she has always been jealous of this secret bond that she thinks N and I have. We don't. During family events she will often mope around complaining of how N and I are like Cristina and Meredith and she is Izzie (Grey's Anatomy anyone?).

Well, I actually heard from A last night, but only because I sent her a postcard. And she told me that she was planning on sending N a special Halloween candy care package but not me!!! The tables have turned and I don't like this. Not one bit.

A? FYI, you can never be part of N and I's special club. She just likes me more and she cannot be bought by candy. So you best just send me the same thing.

What I Wore, Sunday Edition

2009-10-18T21:18:00.000-07:00

I'm just gonna jump on the bandwagon and copy all the fashionistas who blog about their great outfits. Because, let's be honest here, I can put together some seriously trendy stuff. For instance:

Yes, I was wearing two pairs of pants, the green ones courtesy of Madre the 5'2 wonder. They are even short on her. In my defense, this was after a day of working at the barn and helping Madre make a mosaic.

I have absolutely no idea why my ex used to say that I dress like a transient.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

2009-10-15T19:50:00.000-07:00

Bye-bye

I Am Not A Con Artist

2009-10-14T23:16:00.000-07:00

N came home over the weekend. She's just so great.

Anyways, we went out for a night o' family fun, and since Madre's new car only seats two we took mine. Of course there was talk of gas reimbursement, after all I am pretty much living at the poverty line.

So dinner is N, M, Tardie, Madre, me, and M's boyfriend Big Hands. The check comes and N contributes, Madre contributes, M and Big Hands contribute.

I do not.

Instead, Madre contributes $20 to my gas fund.

So, I made a profit while everyone else split the bill.

But hey, I am not that selfish, I donated the twenty to a movie with the father unit, N, and M the very next day.

Also, I have yet to even sit in Madre's new car, let alone drive it. Could this have anything to do with it?

Double Entendres

2009-10-12T22:27:00.000-07:00

While lounging in my roommate, Brina's bed I casually mention that I am considering getting a bob.

She replies (completely nonchalantly) Oh, I think I am going to throw mine away.

Yeah, she was referring to her vibrator. I, on the other hand was referring to a haircut. This haircut to be more specific.

Now Brina, just so we are on the same page, if at any point in the future I use the word 'bob' I am in no way referring to anything sexual.

Except if I am telling this story.

On A More Serious Note

2009-10-08T22:59:00.000-07:00

It's pretty common knowledge that October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Obviously this is a cause that is close to many, and one that I fully support.

But, did you know that October is also National Domestic Violence Awareness Month? I know a few victims of domestic violence personally, and this is another cause that I cannot support enough.

If you, or someone you know has been a victim of domestic violence here are a few resources. The first link is a local (Seattle/Bellevue area) organization that a friend of Madre works with.

Eastside Domestic Violence

National Domestic Violence Hotline

National Coalition Against Domestic Violence

More resources

The last link takes you to a domestic violence resource page collected by the publisher of womenlawyers.com. It's pretty comprehensive.

PS: N is home this weekend for a quick visit!

Know How I Know Halloween is Getting Close?

2009-10-07T21:17:00.000-07:00

That's how.

Let's take a closer look, shall we?

Please note that the cat is scotch taped onto the pumpkin. Also, what is up with those alien bug eyes?

Meow.

My landlord, who is super nice, decorates (if you can call it that) for the holidays.

On Healthy Eating, or, Why Not to Buy Groceries When Hungry

2009-10-06T21:53:00.000-07:00

Last night I came home from work feeling a bit lethargic. I proceeded to lay on my bed until hunger dictate that I eat something. Having no will to cook anything I settled on microwave popcorn.

Today I was determined not to have a repeat, so I went to the store for the essentials. I came back with mac and cheese, pudding cups, brownie mix, and fruit snacks.

Healthy choices, it's what I am all about.

Maybe I Should Pay Jiffy Lube A Visit

2009-10-05T22:33:00.000-07:00

Don't you all just love it when I blog about Madre? I sure do. She provides me with an endless supply of anecdotes.

Like for instance, how she is adamant about routine car maintenance. No, wait, that's wrong. Her oil changing privileges were revoked after The Incident with her last car. It was a Nissan Murano, and it was the first brand new car Madre owned in a few decades. If you thought she take extra care with her new purchase, you would be mistaken. Madre drove that thing for 40,000 miles before taking it in to get the oil changed. Let me repeat.

She drove her car for forty thousand miles without changing the oil.

There were metal shavings in the oil, and the Jiffy Lube guys asked to keep it. They had never seen anything that bad. Tardie Artie has taken over making sure the oil gets changed on the cars. It's for the best.

Reminds me that I am overdue (not that overdue) for an oil change.

Nature's Masterpiece

2009-10-01T20:11:00.000-07:00

don't know why these are so green

So I got this necklace with a tree pendant, thinking it's just the greatest. I mean, who wouldn't? Trees are awesome. Naturally I wear it to work and immediately Colorado grabs at it.

Oh what's this? What does it say?

Nothing Colorado, it's just a tree.

No, it says something!

Yes, I am the idiot who bought jewelry without noticing it had words on it. FYI, it says "A family's love is natures masterpiece".

Disclaimer: Madre does not normally slap her kids for being generally annoying. I just managed to push her over the edge twice.

Cooking FAIL

2009-09-28T22:52:00.000-07:00

Now normally I am a pretty decent baker, however, this Saturday was absolutely NOT a demonstration of my skills. I saw these over at sugarlaws:

If Katy, who is completely self taught, can make those bites of heaven, why not me? Besides, I needed some sort of treat to make, it was my friend's birthday. I should have considered a few important things that are crucial for success in this recipe.

1) Tuiles are very technical to make. Very technical (read: easy to screw up).

2) Mousse has to be chilled to set, and should not be over-whipped or it will start to break down (I know this from experience).

When I couldn't shape any of my tuiles into cups I thought I should just make the peanut butter mousse and we could take the flat tuiles and dip them in the mousse. But that only works when you have actual mousse instead of watery, over-whipped peanut butter.

So to recap:

Katy made these:

I made flat tuile cups and watery peanut butter:

note how they are all broken and not nice cups like Katy's

just...gross

Oh, and my friend was unsuccessful in his cooking endeavors as well. While I was essentially making a mess, he fixed us gray steak and undercooked, soggy sweet potato fries. Yum. A very happy birthday to you.

Dating Tips

2009-09-23T20:51:00.000-07:00

So my old manager, Jimmy James, gets a huge kick out of trying to set me up. And by that I mean telling me about semi-elaborate schemes to get me alone with any single guy who works in the office.

His newest plot is also his favorite, based on the fact that he cannot stop laughing when he talks about it. Basically, I am to get all dressed up and hang around outside El Gaucho's on a Saturday night waiting for a single guy to come walking up. Then, when I see someone with potential, I start to cry. Theoretically the guy will ask what's wrong, and I say I have been stood up and have no one to eat with. This lands me a date with at least enough money to afford dinner at El Gaucho's (not a cheap place by any means).

Perhaps I should listen, since Jimmy James got a girl to move from Italy to the states after meeting during a study abroad. She is now his wife.

Pocket Person, and A Story of Perseverance

2009-09-22T23:03:00.000-07:00

Since Pocket Person was so tickled to be mentioned yesterday, I thought I would dedicate even more space to her. Especially since she is my CEO's soon to be daughter-in-law. It just wouldn't do to make Pocket Person unhappy you know.

I mostly like her for these reasons:

1) She brought me with her to go cake tasting, and if you don't already know, I am all about the food.

2) She told me to watch Meet Me In St Louis, which was awesome. Mostly because I love Judy Garland (whose daughter, Liza Minnelli, plays Lucille 2 on Arrested Development, one of the greatest TV shows).

She warned me not to show a picture of her with her braces on, and since I am all about keeping Pocket Person happy, I must acquiesce. So here she is, sans orthodonture.

And in other news, if you love to hear about rescue animals that survive against all odds, (you should know this is VERY graphic) then keep reading after the jump!

I read about this mare who was rescued by Habitat for Horses, who they named Naysa (Hebrew, meaning "gift of god").

She was in intensive care for seven days before Habitat for Horses could move her. Naysa had been wearing a halter wrapped in barbed wire, and there was a hole in her nose that was determined to have been caused by a gunshot. She had also been dragged behind a trailer, and then backed over by it, not to mention she was severely underweight and her hooves were worn down, almost to the heel.

The reason for this cruelty? She pulled back when her owner tried to load her into his trailer.

Habitat for Horses was able to transport her back to their facilities where over the course of a year Naysa was treated and rehabilitated. She has now been adopted out and will spend the rest of her life enjoying a pasture with other horses.

Her progress:

Where they found her

Finally on her feet

Her face trying to heal

At her foster home

Slowly gaining weight

Finally home

You can read more about Naysa and Habitat for Horses here.

I have not been able to find any information on the cretin who did this, as of July 2008 he has not been to trial.

Radio, Who Needs A Radio?!

2009-09-21T21:13:00.000-07:00

Yeah, if you can't figure out the movie reference in the title I don't think we can be friends.

It's Dumb and Dumber, obviously.

So my coworkers, Colorado and Pocket Person (so called because she is generally that size, short, skinny and small handed) think I am some sort of crazy person for never listening to the radio. I have my iPod people, I do not drive in silence. Not to mention I hate commercials with the fire of a thousand suns. But apparently I am missing out on some crucial element of life by not being able to sing Shakira's new song, She-Wolf along with them.

Yeah I found the video. I gotta say, it doesn't make me feel like I am missing anything at all. Not to mention, the song is kind of grody once you know the Urban Dictionary definition of she-wolf.

Personally, I think this version is much better.

I Can Make Things Grow, Sort Of

2009-09-21T20:51:00.000-07:00

I have a miniature balcony and on said balcony I have grown an even smaller garden. I am talking like three pots with a few flowers here. Things were going swimmingly until the most recent blooms on my gerberas. They are.....interesting.

Umm, I was under the impression that flowers had a few more petals then this...

And don't they normally open more, I don't know, spherical?

Well, as Madre is so fond of saying, perfectionism has taken a big hit.

By the by, happy last day of summer! Halloween is only 40 days away!!!

This One's For You, A

2009-09-17T23:09:00.000-07:00

In lieu of anything exciting happening today I am dedicating this post to my most dedicated reader, A. She sometimes checks Incurably Awkward more then once a day from Keaau, Hawaii

Isn't she lovely?

In other news, I did not drive into anything today. See Madre? I am not worlds worst driver all the time.

My Observational Skills

2009-09-16T21:29:00.000-07:00

I generally spend my time in a state of general oblivion and today was no exception. This morning as I am backing out of my parking spot I back right into a giant pole.

Excellent.

Seeing as how I am perpetually a few minutes behind I just drove on, because really, stopping to look at the damage won't change anything. It will only make me late to work. I just checked out the bumper when I got to work. Luckily there was hardly anything noticeable. However, it should be disclosed that my car is not so clean, so it could be worse then I think.

Now you would assume that I would be extra careful driving home seeing as what happened in the morning. Well you would be wrong, thats just not my style. Not even out of the parking garage, I ram into a corner on my way out.

Super awesome. Clearly I am trying to turn my car into a beater in record time.

But no, luck is clearly on my side today, again there is barely a scratch.

Welp, tomorrow is a chance to do better. And I promise, I am not this terrible of a driver all the time.

The Nudie Pictures

2009-09-15T23:36:00.000-07:00

In a few days the Big House, the one I grew up in, will be sold and even though I haven't lived there in over three years and Madre is settled in the Blessed/Haunted House it is still strange. I won't be suffering power outages all winter with no running water, no more being the only house that is snowed in, or having the deer eat all the flowers.

Oh, wait. I am not going to miss those things at all.

When Madre was getting the house ready for a real estate agent to take pictures, I of course, was very helpful. I noticed that in the dining room a few things needed to be changed. I asked her:

Madre, when are you gonna take those nudie pictures down?

When she was divvying up stuff she didn't want to take when she moved guess who got the nudies?

They hang on my bathroom wall, because the bathroom is where people get naked.

Healthy Living

2009-09-14T21:39:00.000-07:00

So I have been informed by my faithful readers (N, Colorado and Pastor Matt) that I need to up the ante on my posting frequency. Well I won't promise anything, I would hate to make myself into a liar you know.

Anyways, on to more important things. Like my diet.

You should probably know, that my health is very important to me. It's something I take seriously, which is naturally reflected in my diet.

HA! Yeah right.

For lunch today I got some food from the place my coworker calls her "favorite restaurant".

It's the Shell station down the block from the office.

The "food"? Cheezits, gummi bears, and Reeses.

Tomorrow I am bringing a lunch.

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In other news, I got an email at work today asking what movie this picture is from:

So obvious. The Secret of NIMH. Give me a real challenge.

9/9/09 A Special Day? Yeah Right

2009-09-09T21:44:00.000-07:00

Today's short list:

-Benny took a crap on a neighbors yard and I couldn't stop him. The neighbors were outside and saw the whole thing.

-Benny bit a friendly dog (that was much larger then he is) on the nose for sniffing him.

-The hem on my brand new pants (purchased at Nordstrom Rack with a gift card that has been sitting in my purse for two years) came out. Today was the first time I wore them. So ...... Madre? Care to fix that for me?

Clearly a successful day.

Why Do I Feel Like, Somebody's Watching Me?

2009-09-08T21:44:00.000-07:00

Oh right, because someone is. This is what greeted me after getting out of the shower this morning.

Hey Benny...

In other news, the library is back open! I can't wait to make more use of my nerd card.

Benny Watch, Take Two

2009-09-07T22:25:00.000-07:00

Remember this guy? The stranger humping, bed farting, incessant barking bundle of joy? Well Colorado and Pastor Matt are on vacation again and Benny is under my rule now.

After our last week together, I let the Pastor and Colorado in on my secret weapon against barking: the spray bottle. And what do you know, Benny doesn't bark so much these days.

Don't worry, I got some homework this time also. This weeks reading list: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay (from my one true love, the library), Gilead, and The Violent Bear it Away.

But for a really special treat, they left out one of Kirk Cameron's straight to DVD masterpieces, Left Behind. While it claims to be about the rapture, it's really about how he went from Growing Pains to born again Christian.

I can't wait to watch it.

Heartbreak

2009-09-02T20:10:00.000-07:00

Yes I am recently single.

But no, this is not that kind of heartbreak. This is worse.

Because of budget cuts, my new favorite place, the Seattle Library, is closed until after Labor Day. I can't even check on my wait list status, or search for new things online. The whole website has been temporarily shut down. I have been on a three day candy bender to fill the void. I know, that is so not the answer to my problems.

But until next Tuesday, I am devastated.

Sisterly Love, or, More Adoration of N

2009-09-01T22:45:00.000-07:00

sorry to cut you out A, better luck next time

Yes it's true.

I love my sister N. As if this post didn't make that crystal clear for everyone already.

When she was at Whitman for her undergrad and I was still a Spartan, her visits home were oh so eagerly anticipated. While N was visiting my laundry always got washed and folded (she even paired my socks, something I never do!) and the bathroom became sparkling clean.

It was like magic.

And yes, I was (and still am) fully capable of doing my own laundry, but when N does it, it's just so much better. Her folding quality is superior, and she makes the clothes have a better clean laundry smell.

She did this stuff for me because she loves me too, or because my dirty laundry was always piled in the bathroom we shared (that I never cleaned) and it frustrated her. Understandably so.

Even M's boyfriend Big Hands (so named because he claims his hands are too big to do things like cook or text) misses N while she is away at school again. The other day at dinner he made the comment:

I miss N. When she's here there is order.

G-Tyne, the Bad-ass

2009-08-31T20:37:00.000-07:00

Remember my first post when I introduced everyone? And I said there would be more on G-Tyne later?

It's later.

As I mentioned, G-Tyne has not always been known by that name. While my sisters and I (and cousins) were growing up she was Gaga. Then she was Gramma Tine. This was how we knew her until recently, when she decided to change her name.

She wanted her name to be spelled with a Y, as in Tyne. I guess the I is too boring?

Anyways, G-Tyne is a product of her generation (read: conservative) but she has really started to let loose. Last Christmas Madre gave G-Tyne a gift that will last her a lifetime. Literally.

Madre gave G-Tyne her first tattoo.

When I asked why she wanted a tattoo, G-Tyne responded by saying:

It was either a tattoo or skydiving and my heart can't handle the latter!

(and yes, Madre got a tattoo that day as well)

My grandma, the bad-ass.

Meeting of the Minds

2009-08-29T23:02:00.000-07:00

Tales From Thursday Night.

2009-08-27T22:31:00.000-07:00

Tonight I listened to this.

While making these (which I could die they were so freaking good).

And later watched this.

I know, I need to calm down, my life is way too wild.

Truth Time

2009-08-25T22:01:00.000-07:00

-Sunday evening I got store bought cookies when I should have made them from scratch. And while I was at the store I didn't buy any food for the week (all I have in my pantry are walnuts).

-I use my library card (I know, nerd alert) not just for books and DVD's, but for free music.

-While on Benny Watch, Colorado and Pastor Matt each gave me homework. Pastor Matt wanted me to read Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis (mission accomplished) and Colorado wanted me to read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (failed).

-I read in the bathroom.

Family Resemblance

2009-08-24T21:14:00.000-07:00

I can't deny it anymore

Deal Breakers

2009-08-23T19:52:00.000-07:00

I spoke with the ex this weekend. He has been searching for an apartment (or room) for the upcoming school year with little success. He went to look at a place on Friday which was only $250/month.

There is always a reason why things are so cheap.

This place had very low ceilings. It was advertised as 7 ft ceilings. Ex thought that would be fine, as he isn't 7 ft tall. However, when he got there and was actually standing in the space, he couldn't stand up straight.

He had to bend his head to the side.

He's 6'4.

That wasn't even the deal breaker though. He was fine with living in a place where he would never be able to fully stand up. Then the person who was living there said he would be going into ex's room from time to time to use the storage space that was in there.

The storage space was what made him decide not to rent the room.

Career Advice From N

2009-08-20T21:27:00.000-07:00

I am a super athlete. Duh.

Ok, actually, I'm not. But as of last month, I have started riding again. After an eight year break. You can lose a lot of skills in that time.

A lot.

Anyways, I compete (or will soon compete again) in the sport of eventing. It's like the triathlon of the equestrian world. The three phases are as follows: (ordered from my least favorite to my favorite)

Dressage.

Stadium.

Cross Country.

Back in the day when I would go to small local shows, N always gave me this valuable piece of advice: First or die.

Her logic was this, if I got second, I may as well have gotten third, if I got third I may as well have gotten fourth, if I got fourth I may as well have fallen off, if I fell off I may as well have gotten hurt, if I got hurt I may as well have died.

Yeah, people (and horses) do actually die at these competitions

She is such a great source of support and motivation for me.

Now that I have taken the sport back up, I have hopes (however unrealistic) of competing at the elite levels (one day in the very very distant future). N, ever helpful and encouraging, suggested I attach the title, 'Olympic hopeful' to my name on everything I do. Specifically, to business cards and resumes.

Well N, I knew my 100k graphic design education would come in handy one day.

I will make up those business cards immediately.

-Megan, Olympic hopeful

On This Day...

2009-08-19T21:17:00.000-07:00

Today, August 19th, 2009 is the 9th annual national Polygamy Day.

Hope everyone celebrated.

I know I did.

I bet Warren Jeffs (may he receive the same kindness he has shown the people of his compound) is celebrating as well.

In jail.

A Text Message

2009-08-19T20:57:00.000-07:00

A sent this text to me a few days ago:

"I had a dream that I got my Hogwarts letter, and you took it from me and locked me up and went in my place and I never got to learn magic. I woke up with spots on my pillow that I can only assume were tears because I don't drool."

Well, A, that does sound like something I would do. I freaking love Harry Potter.

Benny watch update: the barking is under control, only now he makes these strangled, dolphin-ish noises instead.

Tardie Artie's Birthday and Benny's Big Adventure

2009-08-18T21:04:00.000-07:00

This weekend was when we had Tardie Artie's birthday dinner. Yes he is one year older, but still a few decades younger then Madre. I am no mathematician but I am pretty sure the age gap doesn't change with time.

Anyways, since I am on Benny Watch he came with me to celebrate. I carried him inside the house, set him down and shut the door. Tardie, not knowing that Benny is a crazy escape artist, opened the front door to let the breeze in. Naturally, Benny was gone. He saw a rabbit and just took off. Tardie and I grabbed some meat and split up to lure him back.

That didn't work too well.

Finally he came running back, irritating the neighbors on his way. I picked him up and offered him the beef, which he turned his nose up at.

Don't worry Benny, I understand, I am a picky eater too.

We weren't taking any more chances for an escape, so he spent the rest of the evening tied up with an extra long leash.

But enough about Benny, back to the real reason for the get together, Tardie Artie. He cooked for everyone, and cleaned too. Tardie, I will come to your birthday dinners anytime.

He ended up with two cakes, one that I brought and one that Madre made. They both urged me to take some home, which I turned down.

Right about now, I am really regretting that decision. I could use some cake.

Benny Watch 2009

2009-08-17T21:08:00.000-07:00

Remember Colorado?

She is on vacation with her husband Pastor Matt, and a few weeks ago she sent me this email:

Dear Onyong, (she means Annyong)

Please consider this if my neighbor doesn’t work out.

Watching our loving Boston Terrier Benedict from Saturday – Saturday. He really isn’t that bad, just needs to be on a leash at all times outside, and sometimes barks when you first come home.

What’s the point:

· I trust you because we are like the same person.

· You will make $100 Million Dollars. (actually just $100.00)

· You can have your own space for the week in which you can do Shred by yourself, bake all you want, wash your laundry, have a yard to tan your white body in, have the internet, watch network tv and use our state of the art DVD player.

· You will be closer to work for the week.

· You might become a Christian because of all the crosses and Christian books around.

· There is more, just ask.

Don’t worry if you can’t, just don’t get me evicted.

Now here are some of the joys of Benny Watch I have discovered:

He snores. Loudly.

He insists on sleeping under the covers with you.

He farts. Often. They do not smell pleasant.

On the plus side, he doesn't bark as much, especially since I squirted him with a spray bottle. Now all I have to do is hold the bottle and he shuts up. He also has stopped trying to hump me.

I think we are becoming friends.

FYI, Pastor Matt took these pictures

Potlucks

2009-08-13T22:19:00.000-07:00

So today at work there was this potluck. Naturally, I went later on to scavenge for treats.
I was in the breakroom doing just that, when a coworker saw me eyeballing the fruit salad.

"You have to try that," she told me, "it's really good!"

"Oh, did you make it?" I said.

"Yes, and there is no mayonnaise or anything."

I haven't made too many fruit salads in my lifetime, so I have to ask:

Is mayonnaise a traditional ingredient in fruit salad??

On Plastic Surgery and Groceries

2009-08-12T21:49:00.000-07:00

Hey, Madre?

Remember that time when I was in school and needed some money to buy groceries? I was going to overdraw my account but I threw myself on your mercy instead. You then apologized, saying how tight your own cash situation was. But Madre, when you follow that up with a chat about your upcoming trip to Mexico and the elective plastic surgery you were considering, I am not as inclined to believe you were that broke.

Don't worry if you forgot, I am here to remind you of these things.

Besides, G-Tyne gave me a monthly allowance anyways, providing I didn't "get caught up in the San Francisco movement".

So you are off the hook.

This time.

Disturbing

2009-08-11T22:49:00.000-07:00

Read about this on my faithful CNN.

Gross. I can't stop picturing that part in the Matrix where they show all the bodies in those slimy pods. We could be eating that.

Here's hoping that:
A) This idea never comes to fruition.
B) If it does, that the FDA requires all lab meat to be clearly marked.

Side note, happy 26th Colorado! I promise I didn't poison the triple layer peppermint brownies I made you.

Greatness

2009-08-10T21:05:00.000-07:00

Once upon this same earth, beneath this same sun, before you, before the ape and the elephant, before the wolf, the bison and the whale, before the mammoth and the mastodon, in the time of the dinosaurs.

Since today I have been feeling rather nasty off and on, I thought it prudent to share with you The Greatest Movie on the Planet.

Yes, I am talking about The Land Before Time.

This is my all time favorite movie, and really, how could anyone disagree? It was executive produced by Steven Spielberg, and has a 77% percent fresh rating over at Rotten Tomatoes.

It has everything you could ever want. Drama, action, comedy, The Land Before Time has got you covered. Not to mention themes of acceptance, love, and teamwork that can and should be applied to all our lives.

And who doesn't love dinosaurs? I know I do.

When I was sick with the chicken pox in preschool, Madre rented the video cassette for me. I watched it daily for two weeks straight. Now, whenever I am feeling sick or just down, I put it on and immediately feel better.

Many thanks to my high school boyfriend Brian, who tracked down a copy on DVD for me, without which my life would be seriously lacking.

Green with Envy

2009-08-09T21:44:00.000-07:00

A, newly settled Island dweller, has purchased something we all want. Never in my life have I been so jealous of her.

She bought a new car to transport herself to school and high ground (her new apartment is in the tsunami zone).

It's a 1987, Honda Civic hatchback, that smells of B.O. (previous owners were apparently hippies).

Don't worry, it gets better. It's painted silver, except for the hood and the drivers side panel on the front corner. Those are black. There are also some large old speakers not meant for cars that were jury rigged in the back.

She is super lucky.

Swimsuit Season

2009-08-05T21:08:00.000-07:00

As summer is ending, I have come to the realization that it has been five years since I have donned a bathing suit.

Let alone a bikini.

In public.

Ridiculous, no? We all have our body hangups and no one is perfect. I see people of all shapes wearing their bikinis with confidence and really, aren't we all most critical when it comes to ourselves?

So.

I am going to get over myself and just do it.

Bite the bullet.

Show myself.

In public (so to speak).

In a bikini.

Here goes nothing.

Supporting Cast Member

2009-08-04T21:56:00.000-07:00

Meet Colorado:

She is my coworker who is from, and forever obsessed with, her home state of CO. We get along great, mostly because we both love Ree at The Pioneer Woman, and eating.

Colorado has been working for the company a lot longer than I, so naturally she knows where all the office food and candy is hidden. I will hold down the office so to speak, while she goes on the hunt for treats.

She trained me and hated every minute of it, as we shared a desk, which prevented her from checking her blogs. Now there is less hatred, because we are at our own desks (albeit we are sitting less than two feet apart) and she can read her blogs in peace.

She makes things uncomfortable because she reads my blog while sitting oh so close to me each morning. The pressure is on to entertain her.

Hi Colorado.

Worship

2009-08-03T21:40:00.000-07:00

Nope, this post is not about religion (at least not a recognized one). This post is about my own personal god, idol, what have you. This is about N.
It's pretty obvious I worship her. And not in the nice sisterly way where you say nice things to each other and *gulp* hug. Our relationship is best described as more of the stalker/victim type, with me as the stalker (as if you didn't already know that). We spend a lot of time passing judgment on others and recommending books to each other. Well she mostly tells me what to read and I like it. N will even send me books I should read all the way from D.C. She can be so magnanimous.

I digress, it's too easy to get carried away in the details when I talk about my personal god, N.

Now I am not the only one that N has an effect on. Even my ex knew of her limitless powers and commented on them constantly. She is clearly the alpha in the family. Any dispute, decision to be made, we all default to her. She was (and continues to be) the master mediator, and can diffuse many a situation. She studied psych for her undergrad and is about to start her second year at American where she made law review. Now she can unlock the secrets of humanity and win all arguments (as if she didn't have that capability already).

I am pretty sure she is omnipotent. It's been suggested that N is just biding her time until she feels it is right, then N will take over the world via a Manchurian candidate (N has always been a behind the scenes kind of genius).

Just you wait.

Hey Madre!

2009-08-02T21:39:00.000-07:00

I know you are in Hawaii. You must miss me terribly. I know I am your favorite daughter, and don't worry I won't tell the rest of them you think so. I also know you have to deal with setting A up in her new life on the island, which I am sure is trying.

But.... while you are there, I am sure you will have some free time, during which you might go shopping?? Don't forget that you kind of owe me. Remember that one Christmas you got me that camera? And you forged my signature on the warranty? And you spelled my name wrong? Yeah, you picked my name, including the spelling. If you wanted to spell it M-e-a-g-h-a-n then maybe you could have done that at birth instead of changing it in high school.

So anyways, you owe me. And I like new things. Don't forget I have lots of pictures of you. Like this one.
And this one.

Just keep it in mind. You know what I like.

Note to Self: Important Things to Remember

2009-08-02T21:27:00.000-07:00

You are very allergic to hay. Tell Joanna about said allergy so she won't ask you to help feed.

When you do use your whole arm to break apart the hay, do not be surprised when ten minutes later you are covered in bright red hives, some the size of a golf ball.

Do not under any circumstance rub your eye after touching hay.

It is not a good idea to make steak and a baked potato in a tiny apartment when it is 90 outside, no matter how much you are craving it.

You will not feel good if after eating said steak and potato, you eat jellybeans. Really. I can't stop. It's making me sick.

Always...

2009-07-29T20:30:00.000-07:00

So I have this problem. When it comes to stuff, things, material objects, I am always in the market. I mean always. When N would clean out her closet I would take almost any cast off (keep in mind she is a good six inches shorter then I). It made no difference how old the articles of clothing were, or how ill fitting, I had to have them. Now even though N is my idol, this was not limited to her closet. I was always in the market for any free thing, anywhere. Whatever other people would pay for, I accept. I have to hit up all the booths after road races so I won't miss any of the swag. It doesn't matter that I end up throwing all this crap away, I would pick it up regardless.

I have also been fairly successful at conning A into buying me stuff, or giving up things she didn't really want to give up. For instance, we were at Target together once upon a time, and I ended up with 60 bucks worth of crap, all courtesy of A's wallet. I think it included at least one pair of pajamas, probably a book or dvd, and the requisite candy.

Now as you all know, A is leaving us, on a jet plane, tomorrow. For the big Island. Naturally she can't possibly take most of her stuff with her, it would be impractical. And being the kind and generous sister I am, I have agreed to take her small flatscreen TV off her hands. This brings the total number of TV's in my apartment to three. Three TV's, two bedrooms, two people. Seems excessive, no?

Like I said, I am always in the market.

A? I hope you weren't hoping to get the TV back..........

Sorry for the bad posting. As I am sure anyone in the area is aware, it is f'ing hot and the last thing I want to do is sit in my boiling apartment with a hot computer on my lap.

Birthday

2009-07-27T21:42:00.000-07:00

Yes, that is my hand preparing to take the first bite

Since A is moving to Hawaii in a few days (supposedly for studies, but I think we all know better) she was quite lax in getting the dysfunctional family together for a celebration. We were all wondering what took her so long.

A?

We know you love to have parties for yourself, you have thrown yourself a goodbye party for your work, one for your friends, and a birthday party.

What's the deal? Family is fourth on the list of parties one must throw oneself before a departure from the mainland?

We went to eat here, and to see this movie, per A's request (I wanted to see it too, duh). Naturally Madre had her fair share of white cosmos (what, no lemon drops Madre?). We also were talked into having another cocktail here by Tardie Artie, who btw, does not drink but apparently wants us to indulge. I think we are more entertaining to him when socially lubricated.

M treated us to our cocktails (thanks M, sorry I am so poor and can't contribute) while Madre took care of everything else. She sent A and I in the theater to get seats while she waited for Tardie to park the car (or smoke). She forced a twenty on me to buy snacks even though I assured her that I was not too poor to pay for movie popcorn (I am unable to see a movie without it, no matter how full I am). When I gave Madre the change, she looked at me, in a very confused manner and said:

What is this?

I should have just kept the change.

A Lesson in Spelling

2009-07-22T21:21:00.000-07:00

Meet M:

She is quite the character. One Halloween instead of dressing up in her cute witch outfit she wore this:Yes, that is a one piece velvet unitard with shoulder cutouts and fake pearl embellishments at the mock turtleneck. What you are missing out on is the unibrow she drew on herself, and the red feather boa she tied in her hair.

She also prides herself on winning any and all eating contests, including this donut eating contest one 4th of July (She cheated, naturally):
When we were younger, M and I shared a bedroom. One night we had joined forces to write what must have been a Very Important Letter. We huddled around the nightlight on the floor together and M was the scribe, I helped dictate. Now keep in mind that M is almost a year older then myself, and was naturally a grade above me. Our conversation went a little something like this:

M: Megan, how do you spell 'I'?

Me: (in my head thinking YES! Finally a chance to show my spelling prowess!) it's e-y-e.

M: No, the other 'I'

Me: (getting a little confused) I...

M: Yeah, but how do you spell it?

Me: M.... it's just the letter, I!!

M: Ooohhhhh...ok.

When I read over our masterpiece I noticed that she spelled 'of' o-v.

M? Glad you didn't become an english teacher.

An Open Letter to my Neighbor

2009-07-21T21:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Bien,

Thank you for the popsicles you gave to Roommate for us to share. You told her you used to live in our unit? That makes four of us on this floor who have lived in this apartment, you, me and Roommate, and Dennis. You said you knew how hot it gets in here. It does Bien, it gets very hot. It has only now cooled down to a mere 80 inside. It's almost 10pm. It was very kind of you to think of me and Roommate suffocating in here with the heat. I ate the orange strawberry one, it really hit the spot. Roommate fell asleep so she can enjoy the lemon strawberry one tomorrow.

Let me know if you ever have a craving for some baked goods (judging by the scent that radiates out of your apartment I have a feeling you get those cravings often) because I make a mean cookie.

Sincerely yours,

Megan, and Roommate

A Study Abroad, or, the Time I Got Sun Poisoning

2009-07-20T21:32:00.000-07:00

Almost exactly two years ago I had the opportunity to study in Florence at SACI for their four week summer program (thanks paternal grandfather!). It was overwhelming. Mostly because there is so much to see and do in Italy and very little time, seeing as how the shorter of my two classes was a mere seven hours (don't be impressed, these were art classes people, mostly studio time to do your work).

I stayed here:we stayed on the third floor

Literally across the street from this:
the Duomo

It was our living room view. Amazing, no? I wasn't even that bothered by the bells that rang (and because of the proximity practically vibrated the apartment) every half hour.

On a free weekend my roommates and I took the train to visit here:
Cinque Terra

We spent the day hanging out on the beach (not so much a beach as large uncomfortable rocks), walking around town, and naturally, eating.

Being such a fair skinned person, one who burns after ten minutes outside, I put on a ton of sunscreen. SPF 45 all the way. Turns out, that the sun in the mediterranean is a whole lot different then the sun in Seattle, or even California (where the summers of my youth were spent). As we took the train back to Florence I was feeling burned, but nothing that hasn't happened to me before.

When I woke up to my alarm the next day (waking me to make it to the Uffizi early) I felt nothing but pain. My whole body was visibly swollen.

Swollen from sunburn.

I am talking bright bright neon lobster red here. It was bad. Real bad. I barely managed to hobble to the bathroom, and sitting down to pee was even more challenging, for if it's one thing sunburned skin doesn't like, it's bending.

Anyways, I make it on the toilet and do my thing. All the while the pain is getting worse and my eyes are having trouble focusing.

I stand up and next thing I know I am opening my eyes again, only this time I am on the floor, pants around my ankles. I didn't even get a chance to pull my pants up before I passed out.

Simply brilliant.

Needless to say I never made it to the Uffizi that day. I was also shortly covered in blisters everywhere but my face (for some reason this is the only place the sunscreen actually protected from the sun). Five days after this incident was when I returned home. I have to say, there is little in my life that has made me feel more gross then taking four flights over a span of 24 hours (and spending the night on the floor of JFK during a layover) with skin that is peeling off in sheets.

Note to self: When in the mediterranean, you must reapply sunscreen. Constantly.

Med Fest, Part 1

2009-07-19T21:23:00.000-07:00

So Madre, giver of life, target of my adolescent rage, has this hobby. Well to be fair to her, it's more of a passion. She devotes countless waking hours to it, I would even make so bold a statement as to say that her hobby (passion) is on par with her love of all things Spanish. The hobby in question? Belly Dancing. Traditional Arab dancing also known as raqs sharqi (oriental dance), or raqs baladi (dance of country), originally from ancient Babylon in southern Iraq and passed down from generation to generation.

Enough of that history lesson, point is, mi Madre has undergone quite a transformation in her life, from this:

age 11? 10?

to this:

The latter taken at Med Fest this weekend. Her Belly Dancing Troupe decided they would make their own costumes and of all the colors they had to choose from they picked orange. A ghastly color in my opinion, flattering to very few, but I think it turned out pretty well. Everything is hand sewn on.

Madre?

Are you out there?

You looked very blingy, and although I am disappointed your fake ponytail didn't fall off in one of your performances I still enjoyed myself.

Sort of.

My camera is MIA, so you will have to wait until A emails me the rest of the pictures, and at her natural pace, it could be awhile.

About Incurably Awkward

2009-07-16T20:26:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Incurably Awkward where I will attempt to tell the story of my life, as it occurs. I'm Megan, a 20 something living and working in Seattle with a BAVA from the University of San Francisco (that has amounted to nothing so far). I have a medium large sized family that gets along well enough in pairs but deteriorates quickly (usually in less than an hour) when we are all together as a group.

The cast of characters:

Madre: my mom, who so desperately wishes to be Spanish

N: the oldest sister, adopted from Korea (so stop saying we look alike Brittany D. from high school!!)

M: the other older sister, also adopted from Korea

A: the youngest sister, who is not Korean

G-Tyne: maternal grandma, formerly known as Tine (more on that later)

Tardie Artie: Madre's live in, much younger boyfriend