OH...I wish I were an oscar meyer wiener

At times I have to wonder if growing up is all its cracked up to be. Today I watched the kids I nanny, run around with a balloon (1 each) trailing behind them. They chased each other with those balloons for hours today. There wasn't even helium, merely a simple balloon on a string. The joy that came from that balloon was astounding (to say the least).

I've been thinking about what my balloon is as a 24 year old. I'm not sure I have one. Maybe I do have a balloon but I've become so used to it follow me on the string that I just don't realize my hand is clutched so tightly, unwilling to lose it on my mad dash from the kitchen to the living room. Either way I want to know. I want to find my balloon or take a second to look back and recognize it. I think that is my goal. Before my quarter life crisis (which is quickly approaching) I hope to find my balloon and run for a little while!

10 Funniest/Best Things That Occurred in MN

1. Seeing Katie and Family
2. Nate (3 years) coming into my room at 5am (because he had been in bed the night before when I arrived) and he had been waiting for me for forever! (This would also make my top 10 worst things list due to the hour...seriously 5 am!)
3. Nate asking me where my ears were when my hair was down
4. Nate telling me my hair was like curly fries
5. Reading books with Noah (20 months)
6. Seeing Lake Superior
7. Avalanche Bars
8. Political discussions with Adrian...ooops :)
9. Finding ski pants at hugely discounted rates! Yeah MN!
10. Everyone who spoke reminded me of the moms voice from the cartoon "Bobby's World"

Random Thought of the Day: If I lived in MN where they refer to shots (of the medicinal kind) as "pokes" would I petition FB to get rid of the "poke" application? (Regardless of the fact that I should petition them to get rid of it anyway.)

Cupcake please

So I tried to wake up early today to go to the gym, didn't happen. I even put my alarm in the bathroom so I would have to get up. I did. I got up, went pee, and then laid back down for an hour and a half. I didn't even go back to sleep fast. How lazy can I get? Alas I will go tonight.

Today was a rather uneventful day despite (or perhaps inspite of) my late wake up. Last night I bought my ski gear so I can go skiing with my dear friend A in Colorado in a few weeks! I'm gonna look sweet!!! So I have been wearing around my new jacket looking pimp. People are impressed, I can feel it. :)

After buying my BA ski gear last night I was in the club house work out room with this awesome lady who is in there often with me. I genuinely enjoy this woman. I don't know her name (its been too long and I can't ask again) but we chat for several times a week. Its odd that some random person can bring so much joy to an hour of your life but it brightens my whole night when she is there if I'm running on the elliptical or whatever. Last night we watched BET and she clapped along when Mary J Blige was singing. It was awesome at its most awesome, so thanks for that lady that I know who's name I do not. I aspire to be like you and bring random joy to people I encounter!

Finally, I have been considering (after my nap during the kids nap time) several things today. Less funny more serious. I hear so many of my friends say they are lonely, have no clue what they are doing, feel lost...etc etc. It seems to be a resounding theme. I wonder what it is that we are looking for or what kind of clue we should have. I'm coming to recognize that we are not lost, merely in the waiting place that Dr. Sues aptly Describes in Oh The Places You Will Go. I'm not sure how I feel about it. While I respect Dr. Sues, I think he often gets it wrong (I truly dislike green eggs and ham) and I wonder if I am the type of person that will escape it. I hope so. Hmm. Maybe I should write picture books for the 20 year olds. I'll put it on the list of possibilities!

Hope life finds my 4 followers well! :) I need to find my other blogger friends.

Random Thought of the Day: Who will take Oprah's place when she is gone? Maybe Ellen? Maybe me? (Another possibility on the list. And I used to think I didn't have aspirations!)

If you are a pedifile, I'm 24 so move on...but if your tall dark and handsome...well lets talk ;)

So I have been peer pressured into blogging again for the soul purpose of allowing Brittany to stalk my life. While I'm not sure its a good thing, I (as usual) caved to peer pressure. So let the blogging begin...

Perhaps I should begin with a shakedown of where life is (because if you don't know me, or didn't spend hours of your life sitting in a variety of eating and drinking establishments in Columbia, Missouri with me last Saturday, you may not know what my life is about). I spend a lot of life doing not a lot of anything noteworthy. I'm working as a nanny for two cute kids and hanging out with friends. I'm also spending some time at church and contemplating what spirituality means to me post college as a single and frequently average 24 year old woman.

I have some close friends and some not so close friends that I pass free time with. We often end up at a bar, restaurant, or one anothers house (a positive for the "young adult with no aspirations" is that even if some of you still live at home you usually have at least a FEW friends that have their own place).

On to thought(s) of the day (because we all know I'm a rambler even in type:

So yesterday I was sitting with one of my small groups (which I love, you all know who you are J, T, A, and M!) and we decided that T needed to trip it to the bar for the first time EVER as a 30 year old woman. I was, naturally, the one chosen to decide where to go. Similarly my other small group appointed me as the "bachelorette party planner". So I'm starting to wonder what this means for me?

Am I so crazy that I'm "that friend" amongst my church group? Am I truly more "wild" than others. I grew up in a town that wasn't ashamed of fun times, perhaps a little humility could be afforded. However, I feel I'm rather tame as far as life goes but that isn't the feedback I'm getting. Sweet Jesus please tell me I'm not the crazy girl that everyone knows. And to think I used to think I would make an excellent politicians wife. Whats that country song about God's greatest gifts being unanswered prayers. Yeah well, even though Jackie O and I jive on whats fashionable it turns out I'm the church friend lush which doesn't bode well for my future first lady aspirations.

I feel a need to spend further hours contemplating this. Perhaps receive feedback from friends and acquaintances. Regardless I'm leading my group to the den of Inequity this month! Should be an awesome time, woot woot!

Random thought of the day: What if the hokey pokey really IS what its all about?

I should have stayed on sabbatical

So I have been on sabbatical from my online dating. I just haven't had the time or energy (nor the desire really) but I got suckered into going on a date not long ago. I got this message from a guy named Patrick. He wooed me immediately by saying I sounded like this amazing woman and that he would love to meet with me. Wow. Ok. So we started talking. I knew immediately that it might not be the best of plans. He was pretty chatty to begin with and didn't seem to understand the idea of boundaries. He wanted to text me all the time. He worked nights and would call me on his lunch breaks. (Commitment). But he seemed very nice and was respectful.

I met him for coffee yesterday (Saturday the 12). He was nice. We met at The Grind in OP. He was on time, although he doesn't really like coffee or tea or anything else one can get at a coffee shop. So we set and talked for about an hour. I was reminded of a few of the guys I went to school with. I knew things would be bad when I hated the smell of his cologne. Gah! It kind of made my tummy hurt. LOL. He didn't stink or anything but I could never have lived with it! His faith was nowhere near where I would needed it to be. (We had discussed Bibles and our faith and he said he had been to several different types of churches but hadn't been able to find one he liked enough to stay with). However it turns out he has only sat in on two church services (LOL) and they may not have even been in his non teen life, I'm not sure.

He was SUPER nice and when I got up to leave he asked if I would want to do this again. I had to tell him that we weren't in the same place in life (I know I use that a lot but truth is truth) but that I would be glad to be his friend (but I also through in that I was fairly busy until after the holiday which is also true). So Patrick was a bust. But he is nice. Just not for me.

Another date gone horribly mediocre (or perhaps slightly less).

When it rains, it poors...or when it beeps it roars?

So this morning I finally force myself out of bed for a morning work out. I hate doing this. More accurately I DON'T do it. No matter how much I tell myself I am getting up early to get my work out in, it doesn't happen. So this morning, I set my alarm for 5am to get up and go workout because I KNOW that small group on Wednesday won't allow for time for a good work out.

My alarm goes off at 5am and I snooze. 5:10, snooze...5:20, snooze..5:30, ok Megan its now or never. I get up and get into my work out clothes and head out the door. I have a decent workout for 45 mintues and head back in to the apartment. I put a kettle of water on for some warm tea on the way to work. I hop in the shower. Beep, beep, beep my back up alarm starts going off at 6:45 when I just shampooed my hair. I hurry through the rest of my shower hoping the neighbor that shares my bedroom wall miraculously slept elsewhere last night.

Alarm off and robe on I start to blow dry my hair only to hear another beeping. What could it be but my smoke alarm. Something has fallen into one of my burners that my tea kettle is on and my apartment smells like (and obviously has) smoke all over. I wave it off and take my tea kettle off. I get back to the bathroom only to have its piercing beep start all over again. I climbed up and took the stupid battery out (dangerous I know but at this point I'm worried about a lynch mob).

Out the door I go with all of my things cluttering up my arm space. I head to the car, throw in my laptop and purse and jostle everything around to get in when I hit the stupid panic button on my car. Seriously?!

If my neighbors ALL over my apartment don't hate me, well then its just because they don't know who I am. Sigh. Maybe I should never wake up early to run again!

Do you know the muffin man?

For women, choosing men is a lot like going to a bakery case. Its always those donuts that call out to us at first. We see them with their sprinkles and icing and bad boy smiles. Our eyes naturally go to them, we can't help ourselves. For some reason, we just want to pack up those donuts and take them home with us. If you do that though, if you take those donuts home the next day they aren't worth much. They get all soggy or dry and stale. The icing isn't really "melt in your mouth" as much as "flake all over". They don't satisfy you and lets face it they don't do much for your figure either. But in that very same bakery case, right next to the donuts are muffins. Muffins. Hhhmmm. While they may not jump out at you and you may not experience lust at first site, they look good. Upon further inspection they look really good. You go ahead and pack up a box of them to take home. Not only do they fill you up but the next morning, mmm. The next morning those muffins treat you right. You can pop them in the microwave, maybe even spread a little butter over them and they are as good as they have ever been. Muffins have an array of delight just waiting to be tapped into.

The more pastries I see the more I want those muffins. Next time your at the pastry case, choose accordingly!