We hate France… then again, France hates us, so I guess we’re even.

This came with a various assortment of Christmas presents from my grandmother.

it’s made of an old sweatshirt, two kinds of jeans, white and grey, and a faux acid wash denim pattern fabric… oh yeah… and GIANT RED HEARTS!!

this is by far the most bizarre thing she’s ever sent.

gramma rules.

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Thursday night was Rachael’s Crazy Wacky Fun Mondo Christmas Ornament Making Party!

There were lots of supplies… felt, foam, sequins, hot glue… OH THE IMAGINATION!

the creativity flowed… here, you see a Fire Breathing Christmas Hedron…

odes to America’s Next Top Model Judges Nole…

and Tyra… FIERCE!

Some were simple… (Jesus is watching…)

and some were…

some were just… awesome…

there was lots of good conversation…

and there was plenty of Jesus Cookie to pass around.

the tree ended up being beautiful, despite our best efforts

and our hostess was very pleased

MERRY! CHRISTMAS! EVERY! ONE!

MEGGO!

Wednesday, I started what was to be a short nap at 6:30 pm.  I guess i needed the sleep, because I didn’t wake up until 8 the next morning.  gahhh…  What a glorious sleep.

I (finally) watched Saved! and had sweet gherkins for breakfast. (ew. i need to go shopping.)  After the movie, I forced Renee up from her deep kitten covered sleep to get some breakfast/brunch.

Californo’s is trés yummy.

After that, I (finally) paid my cell phone bill, then we went to Imagery to look for a present and wait for Rachael to pick us up.  When she did, we went on a perilous journey in light snow flurries to Lee’s Summit, land of part of my youth.  I really hate going there… same with KC North. I don’t like seeing people that I went to high school with.  One always feels like a conversation needs to be had, and really there doesn’t.

After a stop at Sonic (on 3rd) and a couple stolen Rachael tots, my mood was lifted by a few sips of my orange cream slush.  We trekked on over to Hobby Lobby where I purchased the makings for stockings to hang on our fire place ( how quaint!) and Rach bought some stuff for her ornament making party.

Onward to the pit of the damned during the Christmas season, also known as WalMart!!! (*scream!!!*) … oh Lord ALMIGHTY! there are some ugly damned mulletty sweatpants wearing weirdos in the ‘burbs.  Had I forgotten?  Or has it just gotten that much worse?  Or do they all wait til the week before Christmas to do their shopping?

We finished up that last bit of consumerism, and got in line behind what seemed to be a lady with just a few items.  Oh no.  There was a problem.  Her and her GAGGLE of ugly UGLY children needed a price check… on a sale item… fo’ GOD’S SAKE!  we were in line for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for the cashier’s help to arrive, and listening to this lady talk about which of her kids was cuter when they were babies.  Honestly, it doesn’t really matter, because they are ALL hopeless now.  And I mean WOAH… fugly kids.  whew.

To keep this relatively short, we left hell, drove back to KC, I watched tv, then we went to Rachael’s party.  It was fun.  Everyone was nice.  We made a paper chain garland. The tree looked great. The end.

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Now… I have been a super mondo bitch lately… mainly because i’ve recently been put in the very uncomfortable position of hanging out with a former friend is now friends with a few of my friends, and after years of being ignored and treated like i was not "cool enough," this former buddy feels like he can just pick up where things were left.  And he can’t.  Not without some kind of sincere apology, which i wholly expect not to receive.  So i’m working very hard on that right now.  If i’m being a bitch, i apologize.

meggo.

I haven’t really felt much like writing anything lately, which makes me worry about my brain a little.  How much stuff get’s plugged up there, and where does it go if I don’t write?  When it finally comes spewing out, will it make any sense, or will it all just sound like a series of clicks and beeps?

I suppose i just answered my own question.

Well, to catch everything up would take nothing short of an autobiograpy, so i’ll try to keep things as concise as possible.

I no longer work in the restaurant industry.  This can only be considered a blessing.  I got a job working at a bed and breakfast, and it’s only about 3 city blocks from where i live.  It was nice at first, but I feel more and more like a moron every day I work there.  It seems as if the only way i could be halfway decent at my job would be to pick up a speed habit.  That’s (virtually) out of the question.  The good points of my job is that i now have HEALTH INSURANCE!  I have been insurance-free for about 6 years now.  It’s good to know if I were to need to call an ambulance, i could do so with very little repercussion.  And that makes me smile big.

A while back, I was looking to see how much i owed in personal property taxes. The amount that I found online was somewhere in the vicinity of six hundred dollars.  This hurt, but it was no surprise, because I haven’t paid said taxes in 3 years.  Yesterday, i called the collections department and asked them how much i owed in back taxes.  $154.98.  This is significantly less than $600.  This also makes me smile.

A few weeks ago, i had a dinner party.  Lots of people showed, and much fun was had.  By fun, I mean "wine."  (and fun).  After everyone left, the wine and i decided that it would be a good idea to call "the boy whom i thought was too good for me, then realized that he’s flaky, but i still like him and want to be friends and stuff, maybe with benefits."  So, I call him at twelve in the morning.  He asks why i didn’t invite him to the dinner.  I said he doesn’t come south of the river.  ever.  which is true.  So then, he asked what I was doing right then.  I was watching adult swim.  So THEN, he said he’d be over in about a half hour, after he showered and shaved… la la la.  And he did.  And we watched tv.  AND NOTHING HAPPENED.  not even a hug.  what the hell… seriously.  Who does this?  arrrrgh.

a cute boy walked my drunk ass home the other night, and held my hand, and kissed me, even after he saw me puke (way) earlier (and after some gum).  the following day, i sat and watched tv for 12 straight hours, the majority of which was the second season of America’s Next Top Model.  Yaya’s a fucking bitch. 

My cat had fleas, and it cost me eighty bucks to get rid of them. 

Soon, i’ll be getting new glasses.

that’s about it.

meggo.

the short version of a long story

he waited for me after work, ordered a drink from me, and tipped me fat.  he cleaned my table for me, and then we went with another (very attached) girl from work to try to catch a movie.  we didn’t… so we got some food and drinks.  horrible service.  he ordered us shots.  sexy alligators. 

then we went to walmart to get sara the new harry potter book.

wandering around, we found the cat food aisle. 

he realized i have a cat, and he asked me what her name was.

bacardi… i said.

his cat?  coke.

i shit you not.  we have "bacardi and coke."

the cuteness is almost unbearable.

as we parted ways, he continued to make small talk, like he didn’t want to leave.

am i reading too much into this?  or is he pure evil and toying with my emotions?

honestly, i’m not sure if he’d even know how to in the first place.

what the hell do i do?  i guess, i’ll continue to go with the flooooow…….

meggo.

ps.  i love baliwood.

another day of crispiness in the sun… probably a little more than i should have had.  ah well, i’ll keep slathering myself with aloe, and VOILA!  i’ll have skin tone.

i was at work for a total of 2 hours… in To Go… and made $2 in tips.  i had three co-workers come up and say, "you’re in To Go tonight?"  "yeah." "bizarre…" "tell me about it."

ah well. 

on my way home, i had the brilliant idea to go to a movie… and… oh… just happen to invite the boy who is too good for me… (and i know… you all keep telling me that NO ONE can be too good for me… but, how else am i to refer to him now?  how would you know what i’m talking about?  so just take it, bitches.) anyway… so, i called the theatre to make sure that i could get passes to the Fantastic 4.  they said that was fine.  sweet.  so i called the boy, and he agreed to go.  awesome.

an hour later, i’m at the theatre, tickets in my jean’s pocket, wearing a vintage tshirt, waiting for him outside and picking at my nails. (we actually have the same nervous habit of biting our cuticles… cute? no… but and interesting bit of info.) and here he comes up… khaki’s… nice shirt… tucked in… freshly shaven… and smelling very…very good. 

walking in, he opens the doors for me, and we sit.  it took me a while to get comfortable sitting that close.  do i cross my legs?  what if i kick him? isn’t that a form of flirting if i cross towards him?  AND WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HANDS?!??!?  very stressful.  i settled on "slumped in my chair, feet on the seat in front of me…" haha… how very closed-off of me.

he was pretty responsive during the whole movie, and at one time, i caught him looking at me.  which, of course, made me even more uncomfortably retarded.  when the movie was over, he, again, held doors open for me, and even waited for me to get out of the bathroom, at which i’m pretty speedy.  so, we’re standing outside, i ask for the time, and he says it’s only eleven o’clock, and 54th Street is open and right across the street.  wow! i didn’t even have to say anything! 

we get over there, and we both order dessert… well, i also ordered a glass of milk and a cup of coffee… we talked for about an hour.  when the bill came, he snatched it away from me.

oh my god, this is looking like a full fledged date…

no… no, megan… it’s not… keep that in mind… just friendly stuff… friends… GHA!

anyway… i told him that he makes me nervous… and that, if i ever seem like i’m avoiding him, it’s just because he makes me a little uncomfortable… but in a GOOD way.  that i wish the loudmouth girl had never said anything… that i like him, and i find him fascinating, and would like to get to know him better… that i understand why he wouldn’t date me now, and how that’s okay, because i’m not really looking for that either.  that every once in a while, i find someone that i really like, and i just want to get to know them, AND how that’s usually misconstrued as "megan wants to be around me all the time, so obviously, she’s in love with me, and may try to kill a rabbit in my home." ( no no… i don’t understand what that is all about, honestly.)  all of that was said way more eloquently than was written, and there was nothing about bunny killing in the direct conversation.

basically, he told me not to be nervous, that he enjoyed tonight, and, while dating was kind of out of the question at the moment, he wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again some time.  all of this with a very sweet smile.

oh lordy.

so, i guess… that’s… a plan?

i smiled all the way home.

mmmmmmmm… yummy sun.

woke up this morning around 11 am, called reni and had a converstation eerily similar to this:

"hey, wake up!"

"oooohkay…"

"put on your swimsuit!"

"ooooohkay…"

and we did, and we swam and soaked up the sun and all it’s cancergiving rays.

after that, rachael called, and cried about us just getting out of the pool.  her house is real hot on account of the air conditioner being broken, so she’s been taking a lot of really cold showers and eating lots of ice.  so, i promised, after we were going to get something to eat, that we’d swim again.

reni, renee, rachael and i walked down 43rd on the search for sustinance, when we walked past a bunch of kids selling lemonade on the street.  $1??!!?  i remember when i gave mine away for $.10 a piece.  ah well, i hope they make some candy money. 

we ended up going to joe joe’s italian eatery, voted best cheap food in kc.  i’d like to know who voted on this, for, while it was edible, it was by far and away not the best cheap food i’ve had in kc.  ah well.

we took our separate ways from renee, and went back to the pool.  a margarita and lots of rays later, we decided to foot it to quick trip for a hotdog and frozen cuppocino.  on our way back, we ran into eric, rachael’s friend, and a pretty neat guy.  we all went to my porch swing, finished our respective quicktrip purchaces, and talked about life.

then i had to get ready for work.  boo work.  boo. 

well, i’ll leave you at that.  hope your day was filled with as much candy sweet sunshine as mine!

hearts!

meggo.

had kind of a shitty day at work… totally of my own making.

must i always entertain everyone?  can’t i just have an off-day?

went to the crave, ran into georgie and nana.  randomly happy.

lots of coffee, and now i want to sleep.

updated my hotmail and yaaaahoooooo accounts.

don’t want to work tomorrow.

don’t want to work there ever again.

what?

meggo.

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by the way, every night, there’s a sound at my door… one that sounds like someone shaking the knob of my bedroom door… one time, i opened it, and no one was there.

it’s too far up and away from anything to where the cats could get at it, and renee was not awake.

that’s the only thing that creeps me out about this house, honestly.

sleepless…

’sbeen a long time since i just sat and wrote at 2:30 in the morning… so… armed with a glass of water, the colonel’s air conditioner (ahhhh…) and internet radio, here i go.

i just don’t understand chili’s…  i have worked there for an accumulative year, and i have never EVER done a 30 day out.  (where you, after your first 30 days of employment, get to sit around and watch boring ass videos and talk… blah blah blah…) so what do they do?  ask me to help facilitate it… wh..what?  seriously, they have some problems.  i’m one of the better trainers they have, and i haven’t even been certified.  not to mention, they have failed to ask me for my liquor license, which is good, because my wallet and everything in it disappeared.  do i live a chili’s-charmed life?  supposedly.

hopefully, this won’t be a problem much longer…

the other day, i went to eat with some friends at houstons on the plaza.  damn fine cous cous… our server, though nice, wasn’t anything particularly special, and, every person that worked there seemed to be having a great time… at least with each other.  my whole beef has been that when i do get another job, i don’t really want to serve at another restaurant, because training is a bitch.  but, their menu is so small, and the clientelle is NIIIICE… for fuck’s sake, the chicken strips are $10… so, i asked about the best way to go about getting a job there, and she told me to dress VERY nice, and come between 2 and 4 (the slow period), and when i fill out the application, i’ll have my first interview.

i’ve become rather close with one of our managers in training at chili’s, and it’s no great secret that i’m looking for a job closer to where i live.  i was telling her about this oppurtunity, and was stressing about the "business suit attire" the server at houstons had suggested i wear.  so, this lovely lady let me borrow this ADORABLE black suit/dress with baby pink trim to wear to my interview. 

i know i’m going to miss the people at chili’s, but i have to take care of me, financially, and emotionally.  honestly, i’m not a very happy person since i’ve started working there.  i don’t want to curse under my breath any more.

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i failed to mention that when i was on my way to warrensburg, i got pulled over… my heart… oh man… my heart was racing.

apparently, my tail light was out. (which it really wasn’t… it’s broken, but the only part that’s missing is the reverse light, which is white anyway.) i think the smokey was just bored. can’t blame him for that…

he asked me to step out of the car, proceeded to ask me if i had any warrants out for my arrest.  told him about my speeding ticket and the calamity that ensued.  he asked me if i had been drinking.  i told him i came directly from work.  he asked me where i work.  westport.  he looked at my license and asked me where lawson was.  i told him 20 mi n of liberty.  he asked me why i was living in westport. (is this normal?)  i told him i had just moved, but that lawson was my permanant address.  then… THEN he asked me if i had any illegal substances in the car.  i, inadvertantly, laughed in his face, (i guess that looks suspicious?) and said no… no there were not.

he asked me to wait there, while he talked to my passenger.  he proceeded to ask rach if i had been drinking, which she replied that i came directly from work in westport.  then he asked her if there were any illegal substances in the car.  she said no.  no there were not.

i mean really… there could have been a three kilo parcel of pure cocaine in my minivan, and we would have gotten off scott free.  if he had suspicions, why wouldn’t he just ask to look in the car?  why even bring it up? 

it was then i knew he really WAS bored.

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i’m having a los bros kind of feeling.  i must go to b bop tomorrow before work and stock up on some comics.

LOVE AND ROCKETS.

meggo.

wow.  it’s been a really long time.  why is that, you say? WELL!  i live in a house with no air conditioning, and, though i do have access to high speed internet most of the time, sitting and sweating is on the bottom of a very long list of things i like to do.

so, per request of a friend, i accompanied her to the library… it’s real nice and cold in the library.  i like it… a lot.

soooo….ooo…o…

took my bestest friend out for her 21st birthday… FINALLY… i have been waiting 2 years for it to get here, and it finally came.  it was a blast.  she did everything she should have on her 21st…

1- drank… a lot.

2- went to a drag bar and got a face full of crotch…

3- laughed and danced with friends…

4- doesn’t remember a damn thing.

good girl.

i myself have been too hot to drink much, and therefore, have been slimming down continuously.  i’m all about it, though the headaches are a bit annoying. must drink more water.

i went to warrensburg last night.  short stay, though… we got there late, and the bars close at 1:30.  that used to seem late.  it was good to see some friends i haven’t been around in a while, but it’s also put a perspective on how my life is progressing.  for a long time, i’ve been so concerned about the stagnant nature of my life.  then i see people i care about who are in the same situations they were 2 years ago, and it brings up a cacophony of thoughts and feelings shooting through my brain, such as sadness, distaste, curiosity and, horribly enough… relief.  i AM doing something on a daily basis to better myself, and i feel really good about that.  though, i still like to party.  hearty.

and now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

THE BOY UPDATE.

pretty much, i’ve decided that NOTHING is going to happen with the boy who is too good for me.  seriously, he doesn’t find it appealing to drive down to hang out with me, though, i drive there every other day to work.  i can’t get him aside to tell him my intentions, so anything that i say to him must come off as "aw, megan likes me.  cute… back to my life."  or… "why won’t this horribly needy girl leave me alone?" 

no no… i guess that’s not right… he takes the time to talk to me, and etc etc etc, but it gets real old real fast being the driving force in even getting to KNOW the guy, so i can’t imagine what it would be like DATING him.  gha.  i just need to let it be.  if i find another job, swell.  i really haven’t spent a lot of time looking, so i can only blame myself.  if i don’t, things are just going to perpetuate at my current situation.  and we can’t have that.

maybe i should write him a note…

mmm… i kinda want some KFC…

meggo.