Author: Meg

Yesterday I took a can that used to have tomatoes in it (I washed it thoroughly, twice), wrapped it in paper, and glued a couple of magnets to the back. It now holds my dry erase markers and sits on my whiteboard. This is a simple storage solution to a problem that has been plaguing…

While driving, I passed a car with a vanity license plate. It said, “I Thrive.” In general I’m not a big supporter of vanity license plates. They don’t often say things that are worth paying extra for, and I can’t think of how I would want to label myself for anybody who happened to be…

I thought I lost this little guy. Halfway through the day Saturday it was missing from my pants pocket where I clip it, fat side in, so it stays put. Apparently it fell into one of the bags I was carrying. I found it just last night. The good news is, halfway through my Saturday…

I am a champion.

Mars One intends to establish a permanent human colony on Mars. By 2023 you could be one of the first Martians. Of course, this will only work if you happen to be an astronaut that doesn’t mind the idea of being one of four living organisms on an entire planet. The good news is, Mars…

I know I sure do. Maybe it’s because there’s no activity in my life that feels more adult-like than picking up dry cleaning. In my heart of hearts I don’t believe I should qualify as an adult yet. Picking up the dry cleaning. It’s a doozy.

I walked into the office today to find a birthday surprise. My desk was littered with happy birthday notes and wishes. It was unexpected, mostly because my birthday was quite some time ago. I didn’t expect to receive birthday wishes for another 11 months or so. Apparently, it’s been weeks since the last time I came…

There are only a couple of hours left in the old year. I’m celebrating in true Megan fashion. I’m going to bed. I thought about taking a moment with you to  consider the past year and all I have done and become and gained. But now is not the time for such things. It is…

I got my flu shot yesterday. There were tears. I don’t do well with needles. From where I was sitting, the pharmacist did a stellar job, though the parents did say I had him a little worried. I do okay until they start prepping my arm. I start falling apart rather rapidly at that point.…