Also, Brittany, Emmy, and I are putting ourselves out there and starting a Music Monday linkup on August 4th. Stay tuned for more information on that too...
Confessions:-How to know something is wrong with Teh Megan:
1. She won't stop sleeping.
2. Sleep is a preferable activity to anything else.
3. Sleeping doesn't make her problems go away.
-When I can't afford to is when I want to eat out the most. Oh, I just spent $200 on Amazon? I should probably eat ramen (with egg) tonight.. but OOO Chinese! OOO Wendy's! OOO anything not in my cabinets! I have a similar dilemma when I go to the grocery store.
-Wanna know what isn't sexy? Backne. Running has given me the worst backne... and I'm the worst for picking my bumps (maybe that was TMI, #sorrynotsorry), which doesn't help. They make me feel like I have a horns on my back. I can only imagine what people see (what with them being on my back, I don't really have a super good view and I'm too lazy to do that double mirror trick) when I'm running in a
-Camis are the only tops I can find to run in that aren't racer-back that don't cost a mabillion dollars. I kinda feel like a super slut with my "big ole titties" (as they have been referred to by others) bouncing around for 5+ miles 2-3 times a week, but #tanlineproblems are real. This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have such big boobs to begin with. Then I could wear normal sports bras, with the racer-back, buttt noooo, these huge honkers require $50 worth of sports bra with underwire support and regular straps to be happy during a run. Without these boobs, I could have that super cute racer-back tanline that screams I'm an athlete and I do outdoorsy things (or that I wear a lot of sports bras, whatevs man). Instead, I have the tramp stamp of tanlines from thick sports bra straps and
|Tramp-Stamp tanlines in the making.|
-Miley left on Friday night. It broke my heart a little. She had been mopey since her dental last Wednesday. I kept telling her she was gonna have a great family, but obviously she understands what a great family she already had here with Teh MD Roomies and I. We could NOT adopt her due to our own life circumstances, but oh how we wanted to, which doesn't help in anyway. I'm sad because I can't adopt her and I'm sad because she's sad I can't adopt her. We did snuggle all night on Thursday night, which was awesome, so there's that gem.
|"Why did you stop petting me?" - Miley|
-I love the pack dynamic with just Olive, Meri, and Phil. They just know things to do. They know which bowl to go to at feeding time. They know the first thing is the morning is to
-Teh MD Teenage Roomie got an Edible Arrangement fruit basket thingy for her bday last week and she
-I printed out my medical record. It took over a ream of paper. I can't imagine how many reams it would have taken if I'd have decided to stay in and retire in 14 more years. It also had stuff in it that isn't accurate. For instance, I do NOT have the downstairs herpaderp. NOPE. EVER. NO NO NO. I have a different skin condition (that is NOT a STD) that I will not share with this audience because I care, but I do NOT have the herpaderp. There are also a few instances of "fear of unsubstantiated medical condition" which make me want to go back and find that doc and punch them in the face for being a moron.
-Jana said I have to show you this:
|Teh Step-Sister, Teh Sister, and Teh Megan|
She also told me to tell you that you can obtain your own
-When I see particular people sign on FB and not chat with me, I get
-When individuals who are retired from the military/Navy use their rate/rank in their signature block with (ret) at the end, I want to punch a baby. You are retired. Let it go. You aren't a YNC anymore. Let it go. You're a CIVILIAN. Go watch Frozen and learn from Elsa, LET IT GO!
-I did ZERO packing Monday and when Teh MD Adult Roomie mentioned that maybe I should definitely pack on Tues/Wed it took me a minute to realize that my packout is THURSDAY... tomorrow Thursday, not next Thursday. Shit.
-Someone called me "Teh" when they commented on last Friday's blog. I just couldn't deal with it.
-I spent an hour plucking Meri Monday night. She looks like a different dog.
-When my noodles look like they have antennas, it makes me giggle.
-I may have taken a break from packing to gif this post up.
-And my final gif for this post because consistency is important...