My brothers did something really cool the other day.

I got my wedding dress back from the seamstress, and it was hanging from the bookcase in my room - a white robed white robe of an albatross.

Clearly it couldn't stay there for the next four months. I tried to think of free closet spaces, and was drawing a blank. I posed this question to my brothers, did they know of a spot where this behemoth could be kept safely?

The looks on their faces were awesome.

"Yeah!!! We totally have room in our closet! Off to the side! We don't hang anything over on that side! It should totally fit!!"

Once I got it next door, they flung their closet doors open to reveal the space. They shoved aside "stupid pants that Charlie is waiting to grow into" and pushed the paintball guns and sundry weaponry aside.

Zack expressed concern about the suitability of the space, "Ohhh, I'm not sure if it will fit. It's going to drag and touch the guns! It can't get dirty! Is it ok because it's in a bag?"

I decided to put my faith in the protective qualities of the garment bag, and lobbed the rest of the skirt over the pile of ammunition boxes to rest on the instruments used to hurl small objects quickly across long distances.

And Z and Charlie beamed like crazy to be able to help out and guard something of such importance.

......

It's perfect.

I love my brothers. They are the coolest.

Ya know. Just thinking that I *might* write a post has made me think of and notice so much more stuff. My thoughts are more coherent and better thought out (for thoughts). It's magical.


Moving right along.....

I have this very dear friend. Whenever we hang out, there is always a lot of talking. This can be a good thing, sometimes. Often, however, the talk is just a monologue. It's all about her. What she's done. What she said. Where she went. How this guy did such and such to her and how she is now totally ______________. Don't get me wrong, she's awesome and has been there for me in many ways. But she can be utterly exhausting to be around. Hearing so much about one person, from that person, is unbelievably boring.

So, I started looking at my own speech to make sure I don't do the same thing. Specifically, I try not to bring my wonderful fiance into every conversation I have, because I realize people get sick of hearing things like,

"Let's go to Giant Eagle."
"Ohh yeah, Giant Eagle. Nate and I went there yesterday!"

I've gotten a lot better at listening to people since I started trying to keep my mouth shut. That's been awesome. Then I started thinking about how often each day I use the word, "I." That is a Princess Diary reference, yes.

Ouch. This one is a little trickier, and you might not think so. But then think Facebook commenting. Wow.

Maybe you all are better at this than I am, but yikes! Say someone wrote something like,

"went sledding today and now I can't feel my toes!"

What would your response be? Mine, before I started noticing my bad habit, might have been something like, "My toes are cold too, and I didn't even go outside!"

Really, Meg? Does that, in any way, contribute to making the author of that status feel as if you cared about the fun time he/she had sledding? Does it convey any of the support and enjoyment that you actually feel, knowing that someone had an awesome time? Not really. A simple, "Sounds like a BLAST!!! Cold toes are worth it!" is much more effective. No, my response displays a ridiculous amount of self-centeredness. It's actually embarrassing. I started filtering my comments more closely, and I was amazed at how prevalent this was. Really, it was crazy. Thankfully, it's a relatively simple problem to fix.

Anyone else notice this in themselves?

Good Bye 2009!!!!

This is a happy day, my friends. 2009 is on its way out. I'm praying and believing that 2010 must be better. :D

Happy New Year everyone!

I've decided this amphora of mine needs some music. I was going to go with Billy Idol. (the fact that I'm not marrying him still causes me some pain - but not really, because he's kind of a giant skeeze) So I decided on this song..... T'was the one that was playing when Nate and I went to Smokey Bones after getting engaged because it was still open and J. Alexanders was not.




And also some Billy Idol. Because he's Billy Idol.



o_O

I'mma be over here, remembering him like this....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DONbY9wd6vU

It amuses me that the real music videos can't be embedded because they're awesome, but the more recent ones of him singing can be. Hmmmmmm.

And the ever popular.....



And also, a song that I can not post, per say, but if you were interested in a very cool sounding band with questionable lyrics (that can actually be deciphered)I'd recommend Obsessed with You by The Orion Experience. Very catchy, and very stuck in my head. I apologize.

I'm done.

Peace out! (that may be the first time I've ever used that expression)

Random story about how I decided to post again. I take quite a few surveys and get a solid amount of free stuff and cashola to make it worthwhile. This one survey just asked if I had a blog, and if so, what the URL was.

Hmmm. Well, technically yes, survey, I do have a blog. In fact, I have several. However, since I haven't updated any of them in well over 6 months, I'm not quite sure if that's what you're looking for, survey.

For amusement's sake, I decided to see if I could even log into this anymore. (Not that I'm giving excuses for this long dry spell, but if I was going to, the fact that I couldn't log in featured rather prominently). Lo and behold, I could log in!

A post-Christmas miracle!!

'Bout time.

This Christmas wasn't that much fun, folks. It was really hard and none of my family had an overabundance of Christmas spirit. Blasphemous or not, when Dad read the Christmas story, the only little baby I could think of was Luke. When we were all lined up on the stairs, with the video camera going, all I could think of was that I should be carrying my little brother down to suck on wrapping paper scraps, not his favorite stuffed toy (a two foot long caterpillar, if you're wondering). Instead, we had his picture and a candle for remembering him. *sigh*

I could be profane about how wrong all this is. I could wax eloquent about how I know Luke is with the Lord and how we all will see him again. I don't want to do either. I just miss the baby.

On Christmas Eve, we saw my dad's cousin's son. He was born 3 days after Luke was. I think that's the hardest part of him being gone - seeing other kids who get to live life, and knowing that my little brother never can. It's that he's never going to pick Cheerios up with two fingers, and rock like he's about to crawl or flail against the arms holding him or grow teeth or learn to talk or go eat fast food or talk about his projects and his cars and things like that. I don't know who Luke was going to be, and now I can't find out.

Hmmm.



Blessed be the name of the Lord

I suck

Hmmmm

My blogging muse seems to have abandoned me.

No.

My blogging muse has beaten me, stolen the best hours of my life, and then abandoned me.

What a jerk.