My Name is Megan and I....

have an addiction.....

To spices.

Can you tell? (not pictured: ground ginger)

But in my defense, anything good worth cooking requires them.

I have a list of spices I want to collect.

I am slowly completing my collection.

I want to have one as large as my mom's one day,
maybe even bigger! (If that is possible)

Oh spices, how wonderful you are,
how delicious you make food
and how good you smell!

Time for chicken enchiladas tonight

and meal salsa tomorrow night!

YUM! =D 

Meg

Sunhine, Daisies, Buttermellows....

Turn this stupid fat rat yellow.

Just kidding.

But that boy is now currently in Liz's room. Thanks Sam. xP

It is a life size cardboard cut out of Ron Weasley.

Which scares the dickens out of us daily. 

Oh so creepy cardboard man, hiding in the bathroom with the lights off ready to attack at any moment. 

Cardboard is very dangerous.

Anywho, there are no daisies or buttermellows here (whatever those are), but it is sunny!

I think it might even be above 40 degrees!!!

Woohoo! 

Can you say light jacket???? =D =D 

I took advantage of this lovely weather and went to the temple this morning with my roommate Vanessa.

For those who are not of the LDS faith you can read more about what we do there at my brothers blog here.

So needless to say, I started off my day quite nicely, went visiting teaching, bonded with roommates, had lunch with Garett and life is gooooood!

Tomorrow Garett and I are having a date night! Yay! 

Cocoa Bean and a comedy show, I cannot wait!

*insert desperate attempt to not add lots of mushy gushy lovey stuff about Garett here*

Whew! That was close. I am sure y'all are sick of hearing about him.

But that sucks for you because he is NOT leaving!

Buahahahahaha!

Alright thaaaaat's enough sugar for me.....

Have a great weekend y'all!

Enjoy whatever warmer weather you are having than me, and if not, I am sorry.

My room is still yellow

and happy

and in-love-y

Meg

My Anti-Pink and Red Day

Funny how a day can change from neutral, bad and then good just over the simplest things.

My Valentine's Day started out as a rather indifferent occasion with my first attempt at popcorn chicken and homemade mashed potatoes. 

The chicken was phenomenal and tasted even better than what you could buy. In case you were wondering you can find this super easy recipe here. Thank you Pinterest for introducing me to the amazing website!

 

Oh how my taste buds appreciate foodgawker. =] 

But after that nice lunch, my day spiraled downward. 

I went to work which I did not expect to last long due to the lack of hours that have been given lately. 

I was planning on getting off at 8pm with enough time for Garett and I to go to dinner and the the Cocoa Bean for dessert.

I was excited for a quiet evening of talking and enjoying the best company this world could offer me.

What actually happened was quite the opposite.

 I got stuck at work for 6 hours. 

I cannot complain for the needed hours, but that they occurred on the one holiday that is meant specifically for spending time with your loved one and indulging in chocolatey goodness (in the form of cupcakes).

On the contrary my evening was spent calling people in Texas and Oregon over questions they wanted nothing to do with on this lovely holiday. 

My head was throbbing from looking at the computer screen, I was miserable, tired and I was losing my voice over poorly worded run-on sentences that I had repeated a dozen times. 

I knew that by time I got off there would be few places still open, and none that I would want to walk to at 10 o'clock at night. I let Garett know when I got off work and quickly headed home to try and enjoy the little bit of time that was left that I could spend with him. 

I walked in and he was already there waiting for me. I hugged him and burst into tears for my evening that had gone awry. Having no place to go for peace and quiet we took a walk as I explained my evening to him. 

We stopped walking and he gave me a hug and said he had a small present for me but I had to cheer up in order to get it, so I dried my eyes and did my best to be a happy little lady. As we walked back he said he would ask my roommates to leave the living room in order that we may enjoy the last bit of our evening together. He suggested sweat pants would be more comfortable for me for the remainder of the evening and I agreed, he told me to go change as he talked to my roommates.

I walked in my room and saw TONS of yellow covering my side of the room.

Unsure of what to make of it I got a closer look.

This is what I saw:

 
My dear sweet Garett and written on every post-it note something he loved about me, inside jokes, memories and anything he felt worth noting.
On my pillow the final one said:
"These are a few of my favorites things about you =] I love you"

As I read these I burst into tears, wandering around my room trying to read each one.
I ran out and gave him the biggest hug I could manage and cried one more time.
My roommates who had been in on the plan smiled and quietly left the room.

I have to say that was THE best Valentine gift I could have received. No chocolate or flowers could compare to something like that.
And once again he has proven to me that he is the most amazing man in the world and that I do not deserve him one bit.
All the same, I don't want anyone else ever.
He is mine and I want him for time and all eternity.  
Thank you Garett, you really are something special.

I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day. 
And I hope the rest of your week is even better.
Happy mid-February everyone!

My Garett

My Garett

My Garett! 

<3

Meg

So This Is Real?

You know what I love? I love that awkwardness when you can tell people want to ask you something, but are too nervous to do so. Living in single women's housing you get that a lot, especially when you are one of two girls in the apartment that has a boyfriend. (Not going to lie, I hate that term slightly, it does not do Garett justice, not in my eyes anyway).

As all semesters start and you are trying to make out the different personalities you are going to live with for the next few months, there are a lot "inevitable" questions as I like to call them. They fall somewhere along these lines:

• What's you name?
• Where are you from?
• What semester is this for you?
• What is your major?
• What are your hobbies?
• Do you have any weird habits (awake or asleep) that I should know about? (Just kidding, people don't actually ask that, but I kind of wish they did....)
• So do you know any cute guys around here? Preferably single? (Once again they don't ask this one, but I know they are ALLLLL thinking it).
• Do you have a boyfriend?
• If yes, how long have you been together?
• (Repeat questions 1-4 for him)
• If no, it is followed by an awkward silence. If you are single as well then it is followed by "Same here!" *insert awkward high five* (then followed by realizing how lame you feel for giving a complete stranger a high five about being alone). 

And then there is THAT question when you do have a boyfriend. That question that if people do ask, they pretend they are joking but are in actuality serious. Regardless it is always unpleasant. That question that goes something like this:

• So is he, ya know, *wink*wink* THE ONE?     OR
• So are you guys looking at getting married?     OR
• Is he a possibility?  ya know....*wink*wink*

Normally followed by a quick "Just kidding!"

That question is the worst, not only are you both uncomfortable but now you are having to tell this stranger about your personal life or awkwardly talk around it. I would like to pretend that even knowing whether he is "the one" or not would make it less awkward but then that added "haha just kidding" brings back the discomfort.

My thoughts often proceed like this when asked this question "Yes he is the one, did you not see me all googily eyed when he helped me move in? Besides look how attractive he is, there is no way in heck I am letting that man get away! And though I know you were only kidding about this question, I am prepared to tell you that yes we are planning on getting married, but then you're going to ask me more questions. So I am tempted to make noises of 'um's" and 'uhhh's..." to show fake uncertainty just so I can end this awkward game of questionnaire. Please ask me in a week or two when I am more familiar with you and I might be more willing to share details."

Oh if only real conversations could go like that, when in reality I just say yes and face the other 23 questions that follow.

Now repeat those questions another 53 times for roommates, friends of roommates, the bishopric, anyone in your ward that talks to you, classmates, friends of classmates, people from past semesters, your boyfriends roommates, and any other people you happen to encounter and are forced to talk to for more than 5 minutes.

Part of me loves this, and part of me wishes I only had to go through it once per semester, unfortunately that is not the case.

On the bright side, if they do ask about Garett then I get to talk about my favorite person in the entire world, and heaven knows I don't mind that one bit. =]

Well until next time, enjoy being single or married and not having to go through all those questions. And if you are in a relationship, good luck!

Real Steel
Great movie
Go watch it!
-Meg

The Attack of Appliances and Household Objects

These last 2 days have been ones of abuse and attack from the most unlikely predators.

It all started on a Saturday while trying to be a good sister and a good citizen I made my brother some lunch. Nothing too fancy, just grilled up some chicken, put it in a chicken, ranch and cheese wrap and served it to him. But while trying to get the chicken off the grill................BAM!!!! The lid of the grill smacked the back of my hand hitting a knuckle and another finger, leaving an inch long burn and a another burn spot on 2 of my fingers.

Thinking that I had learned my lesson to never to try and do another kind thing for anyone (because otherwise my grill would punish me for such behavior) I went on my way.

Later that night I went to open my drawer to get my tooth brush to clean my teeth before going to bed. Unfortunately I must have grabbed the wrong drawer because.............................................................BAZAAAAMMM! The drawer jumped out at me and ninja attacked my poor knee! Moments later a line across my knee began to swell and a lovely bruise appeared. Once again I hobbled off remembering to never mess with a sleeping drawer. I guess they don't like to be woken up.

After all was that was done I settled in for a movie with some friends. My eyes, which I am pretty sure are getting worse, were quite happy with me for wearing my glasses during the movie. The end arrived and I took my glasses to put them away. I picked up my glasses case, tried to open it and then..............................................WABAAAAAMMMMMMSHAAZZAAMMMMMMM! The glasses case jumped out of my hand and landed on my toes. A sudden throbbing was felt in 2 of my toes as I looked down to see them turn bright red. My eyes are clearly worse than I thought and my glasses case did not want to be fed. For a third and final time I walked to my room in a sad and painful state.

Sitting in bed I looked down to see 2 burn marks, a large bruise and several red toes making my body look quite sad and pathetic. "Sorry body" =( I thought as I pondered over my injuries. I guess I am not allowed to be kind to people, wake drawers up or feed glasses cases. Don't worry, I've learned my lesson.

I will always be mean, have bad breathe and be blind. Apparently that is what my home is saying to me anyway. Hopefully I am done screwing up so my body can recover without living in fear of more pain. Until (hopefully not another) next time, this is Megan reporting on Attacks of the Home.

Remember be nice to your
appliances and household
objects or they will get you!
-Meg

Realizations

#1 Whenever Garett walks in the room my face lights up

#2 An evening of just watching Garett do homework is alright with me.
How much more attractive he looks when he is studying!

#3 Despite not having taken German in a year and a half, I still try to pronounce names the way Germans would.

#4 I should wear aqua all the time; it goes well with my eyes.

#5 Arizona Skillet IS my FAVORITE food. (This has been something of great debate these last 19 years).

#6 As old as Mario is, it is still a game that can entertain all ages for hours, even while just watching.

#7 I am going to California in April! Eeeeek! Though this will ruin my never-fail statement of saying "Never have I ever been to California" in the awesome game of "Never Have I Ever". Almost disheartening except that I get to go to California! =D

#8 I wear Garett's watch more than he does. He wears it over to wherever he is going and then takes it off, strange no?

#9 I actually kind of like sleeping with the window cracked at night. I blame Nikki for this. (Love you Nikki! <3)

#10 I have so many friends that are in relationships which means LOTS OF DOUBLE DATES!!! Now to make plans.....=D

I want bacon and syrup
Sweet and salty please!
-Meg