Weekend Review {12/5}

FRIDAY

There were things I wanted to do on Friday and work was not one of them.  I left early with the intention of working from home for a few hours.  Yeah, oops.  While I was eating lunch, I made an appointment for Meri to go to the vet.  She's had some really gnarly eye boogers for a few months now and after an allergy pill didn't help for a few months, I'm over it.  When I got home, I did a bit of work, then a wave of exhaustion washed over me and I succumbed to a nap.  Meri was being a dick and woke me up with her barking, that's what I get for being nice and leaving the back door open for her... 

After I got to the vet.. I got to sit in the waiting room with her for over 30 minutes waiting to be called.  I get it when there is an emergency, but when we check in and you don't tell me I'll be waiting for a bit, I get ragey.  The waiting area was chaos.  People were picking up their dogs and others were waiting on the vet.  The ladies at the desk seemed to have no idea what was going on for a bit.  Eventually things settled down.

Once we finally got called back, the vet was very apologetic for our wait.  The vet, who Meri and Phil had seen once before in the spring, didn't recognize us at all.  He reintroduced himself to me and we went through the loop of "she's so cute.  She's not a greyhound, but close.  What type of dog is she?"  "Podenco, she's from Spain."  Then we finally got to business and I explained that an allergy pill hadn't done anything for the eye gook and since it was yellowy, I was worried about an infection. 

She got a physical exam, some drops to check for ulcers, a tear-production test (which made me feel horrible watching the vet put a piece of paper in each eye for 1 minute), and some eye drops.  $141 and 1.5 hours later, we left.

With Phil, I spend money on dentals for his horrible teeth.  For Meri, I spend money on random ailments or false alarms.  #lifewithkids

The ulcer test made Meri's tears turn neon green.  It was kinda cool.

After the vet, we headed home.

Teh German was already home.  We actually spent the evening at home being lazy after some garage work.  I had made ribeyes in the crockpot (they were frozen and Teh German has shunned my frozen steaks, siiiiiiigh) and roasted some acorn squash for us.  While we waited on the squash to cook, I helped Teh German get the storm boards into the overhead storage.  One project (finally) complete, all that was left was for Teh German to get his work bench set up and to get the hanging storage put up on the walls.

After dinner, we vegged on the couch, watching HIMYM and being lazy.

SATURDAY

Teh German had to work on Saturday, but I slept in.  I had originally considered getting up and going on a run, then going on a group ride, but being lazy and being Meri's body warmer was more appealing.  After breakfast, Meri joined me in bed.  She was constantly touching me, which was my indication she was chilly.  Instead of getting her coat, I just snuggled her closer. 

Eventually, I did get up so I could head to the meet up for the ride.  It had been a while since I'd ridden Bagheera and it was time.  Teh Disney EMT had shared about the ride on her FB page and since the money went to charity, I was down.

For a while she was the only Ninja.
Eventually, another Ninja showed up, but it was a 600.

Kickstands went up at 1010 and we headed down to Edisto Beach.  Teh Disney EMT and I had connected our headsets, so we were able to chat during the ride, but mostly we listened, or in my case jammed/danced it out, to music.  There were a few almost incidents, but everything turned out fine.  I almost ran into the Harley in front of me when he was going to stop for a stop sign that I wasn't planning on stopping for (since I'd seen another rider come up to block traffic).  That same Harley took a fall when the guy was pulling into the gas station and slid on the sandy parking lot.  Rather than try to buzz by him and potentially run him over, I just stayed stopped where I was so hopefully other riders behind us wouldn't run him over or would get stopped in time.

I don't feel like group rides should be that difficult, but there were probably around 30 bikes, which is too many for me.  People don't know to ride staggered or people weren't keeping up.  The 2 Harleys in front of me were riding side by side for most of the ride, which was infuriating for me.  Then if they did stagger, they swapped who was in the lead.  It was a very long ride.

FINALLY, at the beach!

Other riders/bikes.

Beach selfie by Teh Disney EMT (and Teh German who was on the phone)
(the Atlantic is back there, we swear).

We decided to dump the group and head back on our own.  We decided that a group of 5-7 is a way better size and that big rides like there were just less appealing.  Our ride back was SOOOO much easier.  My hand didn't go numb and I wasn't as tense.  I headed straight home instead of going back to the meet up location for lunch.  Teh German had gotten off work earlier than I had anticipated.

When I got home, I had a sandwich for lunch and then decided to take a bath instead of just a shower since I was pretty cold from the ride.  Originally, I had told Teh German that I'd go with him to his hair cut appointment and then we could go out and accomplish some in-town errands.  When he came upstairs at 1:45, I was still in the bath, diligently listening to my audiobook and doing a puzzle.  It had taken 10 minute for my extremities to stop tingling. 

I had thought his appointment was at 2:30, not 2, so he left without me.  When he was done, he came home to find me warm and snug, in bed, napping.  #notsorry.  Reluctantly, I got up and got ready to head out. 

Daylight: 2016.
Our colors: blue on the outside, grey on the inside.

I had told Teh German that I wanted to look for a new helmet because mine was too big.  We also needed to go by the grocery store and Target to look for a new water bottle for Teh German since his is too big for his cup holders in Baloo.  We'd decided earlier that we'd go out for dinner.  Our first stop was Cycle Gear for a new helmet.

FYI: Helmet buying SUCKS.  1- helmets are supposed to squeeze your face and perfectly fit your head.  2- taking helmets on and off is the absolute worst.  So much ear contortion and face exfoliation.  Teh German and the sales guy thought I was being funny when I was complaining about how bad my face was hurting.  I don't think I accurately conveyed that my cheeks/eyes had been chafed from taking helmets on and off.  In one helmet, my earrings got stuck and I was certain I had ripped my earring out.  Yeah.  It.sucks.

Too small with the puffy cheeks.

After some help from the sales guy, I spent way more money than I had anticipated, but my new helmet will fit properly and not overly squish my cheeks.  Also, I got the super awesome mirrored visor because #badass.  Teh German suggested D'Als for dinner and there was no hesitation for me to say yes.

We headed downtown for dinner around 5.  We'd both eaten a light lunch so we'd be hungry for dinner.  D'Als was the perfect suggestion.

Cheesy garlic bread. Mmmmmm

buffalo chicken pizza for Teh German
calzone with ricotta AND mozz cheese, pepperoni, and shrooms.
#noregrets

After dinner, we made a pit stop by Total Wine and Target.  We went into Target for 1 water bottle and 1 bottle of body wash for me.  We walked out after spending $150.  WTF?!  We got 1 water bottle, 2 bottles of body wash, 1 small entertainment console for the loft (to replace the TV tray the dvd player is currently sitting on), and 2 sets of flannel sheets. 

When we got home, it was doggy dinner time, then chillin time.  We watched St. Vincent on Netflix and called it a night shortly after the movie ended.

SUNDAY

Sunday was a lazy, yet productive day.  We had skype dates scheduled at noon with Teh German's Dad/Stepmom and at 5 with Aunt P.  While I could have made breakfast, we opted to go out for brunch as an excuse to get to drive the truck.  Teh German said he wanted a burger, but I wanted brunch so I suggested Triangle.  I can't eat their normal food, but their brunch is actually pretty good if I stick to staples (eggs, pancakes, etc).

We were impressed at how quickly our food came.  We were in and out in under an hour, woot!  We walked in the door at 12:01, right on time for Skype.  We chatted with Teh German's dad/stepmom for about 45 minutes.  I didn't do too bad of a time understanding what was being said.  Although, Teh German speaks very quickly so I struggled sometimes keeping up.  When it was imperative, English was provided.

After our Skype date ended, we got our productive on.  I squirrel-ed through several tasks, cleaning off my desk, cleaning out the "stuff" basket in the kitchen, laundry, setting up the upstairs Christmas tree, getting the guest room and first child room set up for inhabitants, and being the door master for Meri.

This was on my desk, I found it going through boxes while Teh MD-AR was here.
These doodles were done back in 1998/97?  I was in middle school.
These were done by Noel, my tattoo guy, when we were in middle school. 
I knew in 7th grade that he'd be an artist, fortunately, he did too.

Right before 5, Teh German came in for the 2nd Skype date.  We chatted with Aunt P for about 30 minutes, a nice mix of Germglish.  We checked on their schedule for arrival, informed her that the Jetta will be available for their use, explained their rooms would be ready when they arrived, and every exhibited signs of being excited for Disney.

After our chat, Teh German headed back out to the garage to finish up his bench while I worked on dinner and tried to finish up my incomplete tasks.  Right before dinner was finished, Teh German came in to ask me if I wanted to move Yurtle into the garage.  After a week's eviction, Yurtle is back in her cubby!  Despite not being painted first, garage projects have several completion checks.  Most importantly, both vehicles can go in the garage!

Everyone is in their space!

Yurtle and Baloo and Suzi and Bagheera are tight now!

After we were moved into the garage (yyyyyyayyyyyyy!!!!), we had dinner.  After dinner, I had to do some laundry and put on stretchy pants, then it was time for HIMYM until bedtime.

Around 9, we agreed on "no mas" and I headed up to do the laundry and put sheets on the bed.  This is actually a monumental event because after this session, my snowman bedset will be passed on to the dogs.  The fitted sheet has a hole in it, the comforter has a hole in it and several bleached area from a face cream I used to use.  This breaks my heart because this is my first "adult" sheet set.  I have the complete bed set, to include the quilt that goes with it.  The quilt that bled super badly the first time I washed it and pretty much never really gets used because it looks like a bad blurry photo.

Teh MD-AR said my guest pillows were flat and suggested that I buy fluffy and flat pillows.  I need a display sign for fluffy pillows and flat pillows when I go to buy them.  I explained that Teh Sister prefers flat pillows, so she'd never complained.  I do have one pillow that wouldn't be catorized as fluffy or flat, but lumpy. 

In addition to better pillows, I also need to acquire one more comforter for a bed.  After retiring the snowman comforter, we will be down to 2 comforters rather than 3 and I'd like to have one for each bed.  I have 3 quilts, actually more, but I think that a comforter would be better for winter instead of a million blankets.  This is how you know I'm not Teh Sister.  She would sleep with no less than 5-8 blankets/quilts/comforters when she was a kid.  I do not know how.  I'm being smothered and sweating just thinking about it.

The fact that all the beds in our house are queen size is on purpose.  Having 1 size means that I don't have to have a million different sizes of sheets.  Also, first child room is so rarely occupied, I don't worry about having specific sheets for seasons for all the beds.  Conveniently, I have winter sheets for all the beds already.

After laundry was completed and teeth were brushed, I headed to bed to wait on Teh German to finish his packing.  He is going on a business trip through Wednesday and he hadn't packed.  It was after 10:15 when we got in bed and I was le tired.  When I got a text message at 10:30 I was ready to throw my phone at the wall.  That said, I'm not sure why my Llama app isn't working to make my phone quiet at night.  NO ME GUSTA.

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Since I knew that this was going to be our last quiet weekend for the next month or so, I ensured we had no plans.  This week starts holiday parties, the 14th our guests will arrive, the 16/17th is Teh Sister's graduation in NC, the 18th we leave for Disney, the 19-21st we will be in Orlando (we have a dog sitter, don't bother to rob us), the Panthers game in Charlotte is the 24th, Christmas on the 25th, our guests leave on the 28th, then we have New Year's Eve (currently with zero plans, every year I try to plan something, everyone bails so I've given up). 

Today and tomorrow is the lull before the storm.  When Teh German gets back on Wednesday night, we're headed to the Yelp Christmas event first thing.  We have my Company holiday gathering Friday night, then Saturday we're headed to Firefly Distillery with some neighbors then in the evening is a neighborhood holiday gathering instead of ladies night. 

I have nothing significant planned while Teh German is away.  There are definitely tasks I could do (put together the loft entertainment console, actually go to the grocery store, workout), but we'll see if they actually get accomplished.


Happy December, Gentle Readers!

Confessions {9/28}

-I figured out the Goodreads DNF shelf issue.  If you move them to the Read shelf first, they count.  I wasn't moving them to the Read shelf on purpose, but when I'd mark them as finished and review, they would automatically go there.  Essentially, DNF books have to go straight to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200.  #lessonlearned #technicaldifficulties

-I've listened to Jolene by Pentatonix and Dolly Parton an embarrassing amount of time.  1.  When we were in Germany, Jolene was playing, but I'm not sure if it was the original or a new version.  2.  The harmony of A cappella groups always bring me so much joy.. and chill bumps.  3.  It's catchy, I don't care who you are.  #jolene #musicheadache #repeatrepeatrepeat #signingatthetopofmylung

-I stumbled upon Teh Bear's blog since it came up in my FB On This Day and while he didn't blog frequently, he did discuss our breakup in his last posts (from 2014).  They made me feel like an asshole, which I am.  He also pointed out that I always preached about never getting back with an ex.  Andddd then I got back with Mr. Scrooge and well.. I should have listened to myself all along.  I didn't see it then, but I see it now and I'm like, extra asshole points for hypocrite-Megan. 

So if he's still tracking my relationship statuses (which I'm not sure of, but I know that the "friends" that informed him about Mr. Scrooge are no longer in my life), he'll be pleased to know that things with Mr. Scrooge were a steaming pile of shit that I tried to make myself believe wasn't a steaming pile of shit.  Teh Bear did start the process of online dating and I know that he's with someone now and he looks happy.  Hooray for online dating!

So, if you ever read this, I'm sorry I broke your heart and I'm sorry I'm a hypocrite but I'm glad that we're both happy now and I always loved you while we were together, so I never lied to your face, but I knew that as years went on, you'd love me more and I'd love you less and I'd be a bitter hag filled with resentment and other unbecoming traits.  Ending things between us was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I know it was the best thing to do so neither of us ended up miserable.  PS.  I hope you're doing well and that your ex-wife is less of a psycho now. PPS.  It's weird you use my nickname for your instagram acct.  PPPS. Is it weird if I "like" your comments on posts of mutual friends?

-I find it strange that I think it's delicious and acceptable to eat the skin of a regular potato, but skin of a sweet potato?  NOPE.  Sweet potato skin is ALWAYS shunned.

-When talking to Teh German about classes he took in school, he took German class and it took a moment for it to click that his German class = my English class.  This isn't really revolutionary, but it was a revelation for me on a shower thoughts epitome level.  #hehadtoexplainittome

-Hershey's chocolate syrup is better than any other.  Trust me.  #Ivedonetheresearch

-Rewatching How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM) is like visiting old friends.  All the LOLs.  Although the most interesting thing that has happened since we started rewatching HIMYM was when we made our house a club.  We turned on some early 2000s club jams (Sandstorm, Sexual, Heaven, etc) and I set the Hue lights to fast pulse colors...  This is the ONLY time that Teh German has accepted flashing Hue lights.  #gameon #nowIknowthetricks

-Europeans (at least from my experience) generally have twin sized beds pushed together to create a a literal double bed, which would equal an American full size.  That said, when I was in Germany, each person in the bed gets their own twin size blanket rather than one full+ sized blanket.  I wished that America practiced this when it came to making Disney reservations so that way we could have pulled apart one of the beds and had 3 beds in the room (1 double and 2 twin) and solved my sleeping arrangement problems with ease.  Cruise ships use this bed method, which I think is pretty smart.  I'm super needy.  #itsmenotyou

-If you are a blogger who I've told several times is a no-reply blogger and you refuse to correct the problem, after I've sent directions on how to fix the issue, so I can reply to your comments via email, I feel less and less motivated to respond to your comments.  I want to be a good blogger, but I also am lazy AF.  These things are often in conflict and you can guess which one wins out more often.  #sorrynotsorry

-After much harassment from various sources, I made an appointment with a podiatrist on Monday.  I was not surprised, but still disappointed that he was only able to tell me the exact same thing the chiro had told me, "it's not broken, but ice it and stay off of it as much as possible."  The only difference was that he prescribed a gel that I get to apply to my toe 4x a day which is essentially concentrated advil for a single area.  He did say that our next steps could be a shot of cortisone or an MRI.  I explained that I hadn't met my deductible yet, so both of those sounded expensive.  I appreciated that he didn't make a big deal of my cheapness.  He actually seemed to completely understand.

He was also appreciative of my jokes.  When I asked about working out, he said to only do things that didn't hurt.  Well, too much walking hurts, so looks like I'll continue being a lazy ass for the foreseeable future.  He wasn't a little bit surprised when I explained that I'm a runner and I ran on my gimp toe for the Disneyland runs.  He also chuckled when I told him that the toe was messing up other stuff, but that's why I went to the chiro regularly.

Mostly, I'm just glad that my chiro was correct from the beginning.  Not that I doubted him, but I like having a reason not to doubt either.  #provemeright

-Baby frosted mini wheats are adorable yet underwhelming.  I'll just stick with the regular mini wheats since I know that 2 on a spoon is perfect.  #sizematters

-Mini wheats with fruit are hands down the best type of mini wheats.  These were actually big in the 90s but then they disappeared for a while, much to my dismay.  But in the last decade, they've made a comeback with the "touch of fruit" mini wheats.

-I didn't have plans to watch the debate, but after we watched the Hurricanes beat the Capitals (that's NHL speak folks, calm yo tits about that football shit), Teh German turned on the debate.  Of course, I was a running commentary and I explained to Teh German that I was the reason I couldn't watch the debate in public.

He's a prick and she's evasive, but Clinton handed Trump his ass.  It made me think of the Kennedy/Nixon debate where Nixon was a hot mess and Kennedy kept his cool.  Trump was Nixon and Clinton was Kennedy.  Also, if there was a "winner" to the debate, Clinton won before it was even over when she said, "I think Donald just criticized me for preparing for this debate. And, yes, I did. You know what else I prepared for? I prepared to be president."

Also, it doesn't matter who I'm voting for (although you could probably guess if you tried really hard), the fact that Clinton is a female running for the office of president means she has earned my respect (note: I did not say my VOTE).  She is judged on so many more things than just her policies and opinions on politics.. and her ability to disseminate classified information through her personal email.

If you were watching carefully, her remarks were calm and focused, the tone of voice she used very precise.  She also had a smile on her face for the most part.  Is it practiced?? OF COURSE.  But if she didn't smile, the trolls would have been out in full force, "What is Hillary's problem?"  "Was Hillary on her period?"  "She was just taking out her PMS on Trump."  Clinton is judged for being a woman nominee.  The fact that she got sick during the campaign was judged by Trump (saying she didn't have enough stamina to be President).

Science says that during times of high stress, you are more likely to get sick because your body is overwhelmed.  So really it has nothing to do with her stamina, but more about science.  I'd be on my death's bed if I was having to deal with Orange Man Trump regularly.
 
As a woman, it is appalling to me how many of my "issues" have to do with my gender.  I tell a coworker my stomach is upset in the morning and immediately the say, "Maybe you're pregnant!" with a smirk.  Or, I'm not and I took my daily pills on an empty stomach and didn't eat soon enough, but thanks assholes.   Or I'll pass someone who comments, "Smile, it doesn't cost anything."  Would you say that to a man passing you?  No.  Nor would you have said anything at all, STFU.  Or my favorite, "Why are you so offended that someone called out to you?  You should feel flattered!"  No, no I shouldn't.  I can feel however I want, but thanks for your opinion I didn't ask for.

These issues are something I'm sure Clinton has been dealing with for a lifetime, but I can't even fathom the issues that will come up if she becomes the first female President.

All that said, are the trolls really suggesting that Trump was on cocaine?  You've got to be kidding me with this shit.  #yesallwomen #makinghistory #debate #masterdebators #ournextpresident

The Movers are HERE!!! (MD edition)

-We're off to a great start.  They were only 45 minutes late of their 2 hour arrival window because "the truck wasn't working properly and they couldn't go very fast."  I'm still not actually sure what that means, but whatever... they made it.

All this was waiting on them, whatever time they arrived:

-I never thought I'd be so excited to hear the sound of packing tape being rolled out again.

-The house is going to be so barren, it's going to be soooo exciting!

-I feel the worst for the dining room packing guy.  There's sooo much stuff in there.  Oops, my bad.

-It feels weird to have strange men going through all my things as they pack them, but I'm just really glad I'm not having to do the packing.

-I started watching Between Two Ferns while waiting on the movers to arrive.  Zach Galifianakis rocks, and not just because he went to NC State.

-I feel so bored just watching them.  At least I turned on musics!

-Boooo they won't let me packout my car wash stuffs.  I'm going to have to have help for MY move down to Charleston.. I can already feel it.

-YAY more strange men in my house!  The delivery people came to deliver Teh MD Teenage Roomie's furniture set.  It's sooo pretty!

-The packers definitely missed all the stuff in the drawers.  Sorry I'm a hoarder and have so much stuffs dudes!

-Ok, they won't let me pack out anything that could explode.. except that lotion isn't really one of those things, so yeah, just pack that out buddy.

-They definitely tagged the dog food and trash can for being packed out.  I don't think Teh MD Adult Roomie or the dogs would approve!  Glad I caught that.

-Just watched the movers bring down the boxspring for my bed.  They didn't even touch the ceiling over the stairs.  I was amazed that was even possible after moving in and seeing how much destruction there was from trying to get it UP the stairs.  Siiiiiiiiiigh.

-I feel obligated to sit on my couches for as long as possible knowing that Teh MD Adult Roomie's couches and dining room table aren't going to be delivered in the next week.  YAY for camping chairs with drink holders, a rocking chair, and a beanbag!  College style livin'!

-HOLY SHIT!  Teh MD Adult Roomie moved so fast I had NO idea what was going on.  We heard a crash and then she was jettin' it to the dining room and slammed the door closed as the brown dogs made their way to the bottom of the steps!  They had knocked over the baby gate keeping them in doggy jail!  NEVER seen her move so quickly.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, in this house dogs and food are our #1 and #2 priorities (in no specific order from day to day).  Proof was definitely shown today through her actions.

Doggy jail!

-Dogs released into the yard.. after it's been raining.  Meri's paws are covered in mud from doing zoomies.  Bath time for Meri!!

-Quickest bath she's ever had!

-Ok.. so maybe it wasn't the boxsprings that caused the problem.. It was my massive ass headboard to my bed.  I had to sign a waiver for them to use some "force" to get it down the stairs.  Turns out, they just didn't understand when I was trying to say they needed to angle it just the right way, and they didn't actually have to use that much force.  Being right is difficult.

-OMG RAIN!  And all the boxes were outside the truck... At least I'm awesome and helped moved the boxes in the truck.  #likeaboss #nbd

-Oh, sweet, sweet packing tape.  I love the sound of progress.

-Doggy dinner delivered upstairs!

-I can SEE the mosquitoes swarming me.  I'm not sure why the door had to be open all.day.long. but good talk guys, good talk.  I was pretty proud of myself earlier in the day when I smashed one in my hand.

-I have officially set up the new living room.  YAY camping chairs!  Time for dinner.

-Hehehe, huge rolls of saran wrap make me giggle.. and think of working in the backroom at Target.  Goodbye couch and loveseat!

-OMG whhhyyy do I have so much stuff?  We just keep finding things.  A lamp here, a wind chime there, a mirror there, 2 wall hangings there, a curtain and rod there.  These poor guys will never get to leave (it didn't help they didn't arrive until 11 when I was waiting on them at 08.. just sayyyinnn').

-Oh, bye-bye dining room table!  I'll miss you!  See you soon!

-Tipping movers, not an expense I expected.  But they were awesome and they carried in Teh MD Roomie's new entertainment center in from her car and they stayed till 7:30pm and there was lots more stuff than they expected and they were careful with everything.  Worth it.

Overall, it wasn't a bad moving experience.  They were super late getting here, I was hoping they would be finished by 5, but that definitely wasn't the case.  It was 4 dudes from JK Moving (and every time I'd pay attention to their shirts that said "JK Moving," in my head I'd say, "Just kidding moving!" and have a self-giggle.

After the movers left, Teh MD Adult Roomie and I worked at getting some of her new items set up.  We set up her entertainment center and lamps and end tables.  She went to pick up Teh MD Teenage Roomie while I finished up end tables and vacuumed up all the styrofoam pieces from all the things.  BTW, I hate the stryrofoam particles, they make me rage for serious.

Despite how much I sat around for most of the day, the day was exhausting.  The house is empty-er.  Teh MD Roomies started moving stuffs in last week, so it wasn't completely barren in our house.

Five on Friday #24

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I had this draft started for last Friday and then failed at blogging.  I feel like I've been blog failing for a while now, but I know I'm my worst critic.  One of the bloggers I read was talking about how during the summer she kinda falls off the blogging train.  I get it.  Totally.  For me its not that I don't have things to blog about, it's that I don't have the time to blog.  I guess it's really a matter of making the time, but I downloaded an obscene amount of books (like 42, but who's counting) and recently, laying in bed reading Nook is more enticing than sitting on the computer having internet ADD until way past my bedtime.  I'd rather play the "just one more chapter" game as an excuse for not getting to sleep on time.  I tell myself that at least I'm already in bed, so there's that.

Additionally, I love my bed.  It misses me when I'm gone.  The feeling is mutual.  Just being in my bed is preferable to sitting on the couch.  ANNNDDDD my bed is my safe place from the dogs (except for Miley who am I unable to resist forever and always).  On the couch, Meri lets her entire body just drop on my arm as I'm trying to type or dribbles water on me from her wet beard or noses at my ear to give her attention, Olive makes the most obnoxious breathing noises, distracting me, or she begs with those eyes to get up on the couch when the spot beside me is taken, Phil is just so cute I can't stand not to pet him.  There are no dogs allowed on my bed when I'm in it, unless invited and I don't invite my dogs ever to join me.  I just like my space.  #sorrynotsorry. 



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Finally, I also like cuddles.  Just to prove that I am an human and not a robot to everyone.



Pretty sure this was the best line of the book because it was like he was describing me.
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DOS

We've been playing this fun game call "guess the song title and artist" at work this work listening to the Pop2K station on Sirius.  I'm impressively bad at the artist/title, but I probably know 95% of the lyrics.  Good job brain, good job.

Seriously though.  NMCI, one of the best things you've done for me in my Naval "career" has been to unblock streaming media.  Dealing with work arounds and secret methods was just a pain and while I don't mind breaking the rules, it was always a disappointment to come in on a random day and find out that I'd been found out.  If I tracked my internet options the entire time I've been in the navy, we'd definitely see some exponential progress.

I started with ZERO internets in bootcamp (obviously) and mostly just my cell phone for internets during my VA beach time, other than when I'd go to Mr. Scrooge's house and I'd bring my laptop.



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When I got to GTMO, there was "DSL" internet.  And by DSL it actually meant (in)direct SATELLITE link.. not whatever it means to actual first worlders.  The internet, at work and home, was the speed of dial up.  Sometimes, we'd make those dial-up sounds when the internet was being particularly slow.  We had to use a work around to get to Facebook and Google Reader still existed (/weep).  I would send out the "Nuggets" which were the past 24 hours worth of submitted Texts From Last Night after lunch and people would get extremely disappointed when they weren't sent out.  I would get hate mail.  This is when people first started depending on me for entertainment.  When I PCSed to Bahrain, I was unable to keep up with my Nuggets and TFLN faded into the past with some disappointment.  In my room, I had a 25 ft ethernet cable that I used.  Since we were already at dial-up speed, the additional speed decline of wireless wasn't even worth it.

Bahrain internet was faster.  Sometimes there were hiccups when the Royal Kingdom of Bahrain wouldn't allow me to see certain webpages because censorship is legit over there.  Since it was ONENET rather than NMCI, we had access to youtubes and facebook and sometimes Google Reader, but I was so busy that I couldn't really enjoy those things at work.  The internet was fast enough to play World of Warcraft, but due to some complaints from Teh Bear and my boredom with the game, I quit cold turkey at the end of May 2011.  The other problem with Bahrain internet was that it wasn't American internet, which meant I couldn't go to certain websites and watch my shows.. em hmm ABC.com for Grey's Anatomy.  I tried to make sure all my downloads were when I was at work or asleep so I didn't have to deal with the bandwidth drain.  I had a 50 ft ethernet cord constantly stretched across my flat because the wireless was too much of a hassle to try and deal with.

When I PCSed to MD, it was like being back in America.. oh wait.  I was.  I had ALL THE INTERNETS!!!!  Life was glorious.  I could stream Netflix on my TV and play youtube videos at the same time.  I could even play MULTIPLE videos at the same time.  After coming from GTMO and having to wait 15 minutes for a 3 minute video to even load/buffer then Bahrain where the video was probably unavailable since I was in an "unsupported" country, this was a magical experience.

So really what I'm saying is.. I appreciate the internet.  You should appreciate your internet too, Gentle Readers.  Even if you have shitty Comcast or have to/had to deal with bandwidth caps.

Just watch the first 2 minutes of this clip.
TL;DR: Just give it a second.  It's going to space!

TRES

I was pretty sure that Wednesday felt like Friday.  After my whirlwind NC trip last weekend, I'm ready to just relax for the weekend and be totally boring.  I say that and I'm sure that I'll have plans for every day of the weekend.  Not that I mind, but I really just want to sleep in and get to lounge in my pjs for at least a few hours.  Too bad Teh Dogs can't read this (that's not to say I won't read it to them or remind them when I go to bed Friday night we're sleeping in).

I even did my laundry already so I don't have to deal with as many clothes this weekend when I wash what dirty laundry I have.  Working out consistently is really adding to the dirty clothes problem that I have every week.  At least shorts/short sleeve tshirts take up less space in the laundry than long sleeves and pants.  Although Teh MD Adult Roomie and I were talking last night about how much I miss wearing my long sleeve workout shirts because they had thumb holes.  Thumb holes are the shiznit...  especially for someone who has short everything and is used to the sleeves of clothing coming well past my knuckles (I've gotten in trouble several times in uniform for my sleeves falling to the ends of my fingers rather than stopping at my wrists, which is usually when it's cold so it kinda works out for me in attempting to keep my fingers warm, but still.  There are short people with short arms in the world clothing designers and the petite section is MUCH smaller than the "regular" people sections)!

Also, a random for you:  Boob sweat is the ickiest.  Truly.  I hate it.  Not only is my sport bra soaked, if I'm laying down doing any exercises, the boob sweat runs UP my chest towards my neck.  How freakin' disgusting is that?  Just more aresnal for the boobs are the devil list.  I feel like such a dude when I'm having to wipe my between my boobs during my runs/workouts because the boob sweat is just too much for me to handle, it always makes me think of guys who constantly rearrange their junk.  Ugh. 

The only benefit to boob sweat is using it as a weapon against Teh MD Teenage Roomie.  Nothing makes her get her feet off me faster than the threat of me touching her with my sweaty boobs.  WIN.



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QUATRO

I have this thing I want to talk about but I don't want to jinx it.. but lets just say, maybe NOT Millington, TN?

I totally believe in jinxing things.  My LT comes in our office all the time and will say, "It seems quiet today."  At which point all hell seems to break loose.  Everyone wants to call both lines, all the people want to come in to check in, the cleaners need to be escorted, there is someone using every computer in the office.  I just don't tempt fate.  He's learned to ask if it's a quiet day, and he realizes that I will always knock on the desk (wood, of course) when I say, "Not so far."  I also believe in karma.  What goes around, comes around, bitches.  I believe that if you cut someone off, you will get cut off.  I also believe that if you make poor choices, you will get poor results.  Honestly, my belief in karma is what fuels my desire to help people and be generally agreeable, while not letting myself get run over by the asshats out there.  I also believe in acting on your word.  Don't make empty threats or empty promises.


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 For instance... Yesterday at work, during turnover time, one of the other 2nd classes was being obnoxious.  I gave him the "cut it out" glare, but he laughed and continued being obnoxious.  Someone else commented that he was being annoying and he said he knew that he was doing it on purpose.  He kept doing it, and I said, "If you keep doing that, I'm going to throw something at you."  He stopped for a moment, but then went right back to being annoying.  I took a cup with coins in it and threw the entire thing at him.  He commented that only one coin had hit him, so as I was leaving to change into my PT clothes, I picked up one of the coins on the floor and threw it full force at him.  It ended up hitting him in the side of the head.  I didn't even apologize.  I warned him it was going to happen.  I don't even play. 

CINCO

A G rated (you're welcome) stream of consciousness from Teh Megan: I really enjoy running.  I like my route.  I like the smells (honeysuckle, salt water/beach).  It's paved.  I'M NOT A RUNNER!  I'm going to have to buy one of those water bottle belty things if I keep running in the middle of the day.  I'm sure that bicyclist thought my head was actually tomato when he offered me water the other day.  I'M NOT A RUNNER DAMMIT!  I don't want to do the elliptical today, it makes me feel so lazy.  6.5 miles isn't lazy, you moron.  Fine, I'll just do an ab workout after my elliptical-ing.  I'm really glad Teh MD Adult Roomie loves me enough to turn around and go back home for Nook for me so I can have a good workout.  If I didn't have Nook maybe I would have went on a run.  I ran yesterday, I need to rest.  I didn't bring the right bra for a run (oops PG slip), so maybe I would have endured the gym.  Don't be silly.  Ok, I would have went on a run.  That foam roller is really a miracle in my life.  I might even build some upper body strength using it.  Bahahaha, don't be silly.  It's really weird when it's so hot I don't really sweat and the salt just dries on my face and my face feels all stiff.  Maybe that's where those big freakin' zits came from. No, that was PMS, nevermind.  Being a girl is stupid.  All these zits and PMS and having the "right" sports bra.  Should I buy more "right" sports bras?  Is 3 enough?  OMG I need to save money, not spend more.  I did so good the other day, resisting replacing my pots and pans despite the Woot deal.  But I really should buy one of those water bottle belty thingies, even if they are dorky.  I can't carry my water bottle and run.  I already feel like my phone weighs 10 extra pounds in my pocket.  I got the arm band, but I'd have such a horrendous tan line from that thing.  I should look up leg workouts, so I can do some strengthening.  I've read that it really helps with running.  I don't need anymore lower body strength though.  I need to focus on not having arms that keep waving at people after I've stopped.  That's important.  I bet if I had a half sleeve tattoo like I want, no one would notice the extra waving.  Oooo, I should go look at that tattoo on my pinterest.  No, don't.  That will only make me want it more.  But I really want it.  What would a half sleeve look like in a wedding dress?  Teh Mom would hate it.  You're not getting married anytime soon, who cares?  See, this is why I shouldn't buy anything.  I need dollas to pay for a new tattoo in November.  Ughhh I need dollas to move too.  Tattoos aren't as important as moving. Uggghhh moving.  No, don't think about Charleston.  You'll jinx it.  Stop.  No, just plan for Millington.  You know how the navy works.  Uggghh.  But I just want to plan all the things.  Is it time to eat yet?  I'm not really super hungry, but I should eat for my workout so I don't die.  *gnat flies in front of my face and I clap to kill it*  OMG I KILLED IT!!  I NEVER GET THEM!  This is a great day.  Awww they are playing mine and Teh Worldwide Jesus Lover's song!  I miss her.  She should come to visit me.  We could go tour DC and do all the things.  Going to DC costs money.  I don't have money.  I have to move.  Moving blows.  It stresses me out.  And all my things will be gone.  I need a job.  But IDK (yes I think in acronyms, judge me, don't care) where I'm going to be.  PLAN for Millington, dumbass.  You know how this works.  Uuuggghhhh.. 1.91 inches of snow a year.  Depressing.  it doesn't snow at the other possibility either.  But the other possibility is awesome and NOT in BFE, Tennessee.  Don't jinx yourself.  Just stop.



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PS.  If you were paying attention, I might have mentioned the not-Millington option.

Linking up with these ladies since it's FRRRRRRIIIIIDDDDDDDAAAYYYYY!!!!!!