I almost forgot to share!!

Dear reader, first let me say .. that my Starbucks Romance seems to be back on track.. and better then ever.. Even though my putz husband doesn't see my fab star qualities, my Starbucks lovah, has returned from vacation. I imagine he was in his (hopefully one day OURS) beach house upstate..

I will paint the picture for you..
I ordered my Venti Americano.. and patiently waited for the Barista to make my beverage..
All of the sudden, the door swung open.. and in walked candy pants.
I think I might have giggled with delight..
The Barista had to call my name several times, as I was in a goofy haze.
I mixed my 1/2 and 1/2 in.. and as I walked out.. I locked eyes with him.. and gave him a smile..
Come to think of it, it WAS a good Valentines day!!
Ciao.

Apparently Names are necessary.

In my humble opinion, those who believe that Valentines Day is a Hallmark holiday, are the dorks and losers who refuse to love a woman the way a woman should be loved.
As I walked into my front door this evening, I was met by my sister-in-law. She was walking down the path from my mother-in-laws house next door....She asked knowingly, "did my brother do anything for you?" And I asked her "what do you think" .. A conversation commenced about how she believed that men should not need a holiday to be romantic with their wives (this coming from a never-been-married 45 year old)..
I believe this is true, BUT ..hello? Vic ain't no Dean Martin.. he isn't looking deep into my eyes ..while belting out a tune about me being hot like Pasta Fazoole.. I figured I could count on 1 day .. 1 FRICKEN day a year where a little romance would come my way. Think about it.. The unromantic putzes have a fool proof holiday to score a few points .. EVERYTHING is prepackage and at every store..
Is it so difficult to think of someone other then yourself..? OK you dont believe in Valentines Day... But can't you take the time to make your wife feel special? Is that so much to ask??
I called Vic ...when I finally got inside.. (Linda, sister-in-law, is a talker.. blah blah blah quit my job to go on Star Search.. blah blah blah) and told him to call the florist because there was obviously a huge mistake.. as I had not received my flowers.. With a laugh, he said the tree was my gift. The tree you ask? Well it was a FREE tree.. that I arranged for..
I have to interject a little story here... my old office is closing .. and the word was out that all the old office plants were up for grabs. I snagged a 7ft HUMONGOUS tree.. and asked Victor to go pick it up.. (in his pickup truck) ..
I am a total believer in the journey being part of the gift.. but Vic didn't know about the tree until EARLIER TODAY! What does that tell you, dear reader? (heavy sigh)

Not naming names, but....

I BEST BE GETTING SOME FLOWERS TOMORROW..

NUFF SAID?

Seriously! What is the point?

All day I had to field the most annoying question imaginable..

"Are you going to watch the Grammy's?"

My standard answer, of course, was what is the point? Music, today.. is ridiculous. I absolutely abhor American Idol.. The mere thought that Kelly Clarkson was nominated.. sickens me. Music has become such a joke. A JOKE! I get so pissed when I want to talk to someone about music and they bring up some country monster or, god forbid, an American Idol "winner". (totally subjective term)

Rather then sit through the "show", which would inevitably irritate me more, I watched my new Net Flix selection. I am a new member of the Flix cult.. and I cannot be happier. I didn't want to subscribe because I thought it was a huge waste of time.. Boy was I wrong. The movie that I saw this fine evening was the End of the Affair .. my darling 3rd husband .. Mr Ralph Fiennes..plays the lead charectar (note to new readers, I am currently on hubby #1) The movie had an exceptional story,.. And Ralph Fiennes has got to be the kickenest piece of male meat out there. His eyes scream romance.. and his smoking lil bod could (and should) rock my world.. I only have one issue. I have noticed in ALL the films I have seen him in..(The English Patient, Maid in Manhattan, The Constant Gardner, Spider, Red Dragon..) his hands are freaky.. the thought of his delicate, manicured fingers touching my bod, kinda creeps me out..his fingernails are HUGE.. (ew)I am trying to determine if this is something I can overlook..There is something to be said for a pair of nice.. thick .. Man hands.. I have this sinking feeling that I will be Seinfelesque and obsess over the hands.. Damn.. look at his face though (see photo above) .. the hands are a distant memory ..and did I mention? they showed his ass in the end of the affair.. I want to take a big juicy bite!!! Its all meaty and tasy and DEEE-licious!
OK.. I have totally lost my train of thought.. where was I? Where is that pesky neutrogena dermabrasian thing... (wink, wink.. nudge, nudge)

Ribbit.. Ribbit!

As the 2006 MLS season approaches, the reality that the Earthquakes are gone is becoming real. I decided 1/2 heartedly to become a fan of Houston 1836 (lame name) because I love the players .. and love the sport. (The team didn't give up on SJ, the MO FO Owners did)
I took a look at the site, www.houston1836.com, and was a little crushed that the guys seem to be at home in their new digs.. There were already pictures, with captions that read.."Houston 1836'er goalie Pat Onstadt signs autographs..." or " 1836er forward Alejandro Moreno scores a goal.." I was a little tore up! As I wiped a tear from my eye, a new email came into my box.. (freaky coincidence) The email was an update from SSV. SSV stands for Soccer Silicon Valley... they are the fan based group that is working to get a new MLS team for San Jose.. As I read the email, I was delighted to find out that San Jose has a new MINOR league team.. The San Jose Frogs!! (who knew) They apparently play at PAL stadium.. which is my old stomping ground.. !! (heavy sigh) .. The Megster has some fabulous memories in that place.. (SHE SHOOTS, SHE SCORES!)
So, dear reader, one door might close..but another frog has come 'a' hopping into view.. Ribbit.. Ribbit.

A MOTHER'S WORST NIGHTMARE!

I say this with a heavy heart.. I think , my daughter.. Venti Cappuchino Doe-Almeida, is a trollop.

I was laying in bed watching Kathy Griffith's stand up special on Bravo. (she is one funny chick!)
I was seduced by the warmth of the room.. and the softness of the pillows.. I would laugh at one of her jokes.. and then fall into a semi asleep state... I was not completely out.. but my dear Chino thought I was in one of my benedryl induced comas and she decided to make her move..

I need to preface this adminition by saying, I forever blame Pepper for everything bad that happens.. Anything that can be attributed to a Canine- American, is Pepper's fault. How dare anyone even imply that my dear Chino would be even capable of dasterdly deeds!!!

ANYWAYS, I opened my eyes just in time to see Chino, the light of my life, my little pumkin butt ...hop down to the end of the bed.. where Pepper was laying.. and flop her fat little body ..belly up... right in front of Pepper.. Pepper, startled by the activity, woke up to little Chino's cooter right in his face! I had to stop the little harlet in her tracks .. Imagine if I hadn't! What would have happened? AGH!

What is a mother to do?

Jill is almost 3 months! Can you believe it??

Note shirt.. I LOVE MY AUNT..

Jill Adores Mommy

But can only handle daddy in small doses

Jilly is very flirty..

& already wants to drive!

She Loves to be the center of attention..

(Where does she get that?)

I love Jilly!

Wasting away

Yesterday was a pretty sad day. I came to the realization that my Starbucks romance was all in my head.. and that Vic was most likely never going to love me the way that I want to be loved. I asked him why he didn't like spending time with me.. and he said because I was annoying.. The man that is suppose to love me.. thinks I am annoying.. There isn't really any way to look at that word in a positive light.. Its hard to believe the 5 m inutes a day I spend with him could annoy him, but apparently it does.

What do I want, you ask? I want the kind of love in Brokeback Mountain.. Where the love is unavoidable.. and undeniable.. where you can't get enough of the other person.. and it tears you apart when you aren't together... Is that so much to ask?

I don't want to waste away waiting for it. This hot beyotch won't be a hot beyotch forever, you know!

The romance is over.

It seems that my Starbucks romance is over.
It has been several days, and Mazda convertible man is no where to be seen.
The last time I saw him, I was walking in.. and I held the door for him.. I think it was Tuesday...
I thought if I got there a little earlier, we could share the "waiting for our drink" time.. But, I didn't run into him at all.. and I must admit, I took my time adding the 1/2 and 1/2 .. and the Splenda.
Today, I didn't change my routine.. didn't hurry, or anything. Just kept it really mellow- Still no Hottie. What is wrong with me? I can't even have a successful unrequited crush? Maybe I should take those classes at Good Vibrations on how to be a lesbian. I think chicks are really cool and alot less trouble. They are pretty .. and smell good.. and soft.. and I think Vic would really like it if I was crushing on a chick.

Realization

Moose is normal habitat

Eventhough I am one HOT sexy beyotch.. I think I might be a little, dare I say, a little dull?!?!?
I say this, dear reader, because over the weekend I had lunch with my sister, her baby, her husband.. and 2 of their friends. My sisters husband is literally a rocket scientist.. and is NEVER at a loss for words.. This isn't a bad thing because he always has something interesting to talk about.. which keeps things fun. During lunch, everyone was chatting wildly about random topics .. Rich, one of the other friends, decided that he didnt know enough about me, so he asked what I was up to .. I HAD NOTHING! Now, If I am hanging out with telco people I am a laugh riot!!! (hey Lisa HA-CO?) but with rocket scientist, I am a dud! I need to get a hobby! Any ideas, dear reader? I am taking suggestions..............NOW.

First (of many) Revelations

Daniel V from Project Runway ..

Love him. Love geeky boys..

I discovered early in my married "life", that my personality.. the way that I am.. really wouldn't change. I guess in my head, being married meant that you became this weird type of boring mature adult. Now don't get me wrong... I love my husband with all my heart.. but if I want to obsess over unattainable rock stars or the cute boy at Starbucks, who's to say I can't? I know in my heart I will be married to Vic Forever.. (sigh) and we DO have a happy lil family.. (me,vic,pepper and chino..) But its time for me to be loud and proud

"My name is Meghan ..

(Insert, Hi, Meghan)

..Nic Cester and the Starbucks Man get my juices flowin..."

I think you are pretty well educated on who Nic is.. and if you arent.. SHAME on you!! So, here is the 411 on my other new Crush.. The Starbucks Man ...

I go to the Same Starbucks and see the same people.. Monday thru Friday.. SAME SAME SAME.. (are you getting this?) The other day, I noticed a nice change .. I was standing in line.. when I noticed this fella who had exceptional hair.. I mean I love MAN hair.. (not v carpets on the chest or "wait, he's naked? I could have sworn he was wearing a sweater!") Hair like on Anthony Kiedes of RHCP..or Michael Hutchinson (may he RIP) of INXS.. This Starbucks guy had beautiful hair.. the kind you grab and pull a little while you are smooching on him.. (HEAVY sigh) He dresses really sharp, too.. (not like he is doing it in the dark..) And drives a bitchin convertible.. Anyways.. ever since that fateful day, He smiles .. I smile..He leaves.. I swoon.. its sweet.. it gives me a little bounce in my step.. Like, hey I STILL GOT IT GOING ON.. BUT, dear reader, this morning.. he wasn't there..The Gods must be angry.. the world must be out of alignment.. My entire day was a BUST..

Please..Please...Please dear reader.. Say a prayer for me tonight that I may see my geeky boy tomorrow..

In case there was ANY question... Part deux

It has been well docuemented, dear reader, that I am insane, LITERALLY. I often wonder myself, if in fact, I have hit rock bottom. I am often surprised when I find I can go a little bit farther into the abyss of insanity.. I am sure you are aware that The very HOT Mr Nic Cester can send me into a Jizz-a-thon merely from his rythmic question, Are you going to be my girl.. I am sure you are also aware that the thought of Mr Cester's tongue in my mouth makes me black out from time to time.. (sorry Vic.. He is on the list!) I have yet again surprised myself. I don't believe I can raise the $85,000 in time to have Jet perform at my private function, so I decided to try a different tactic.. I will get Nic to come after me!! Here is my plan... I purchased the web address ... www.niccester.com .... I pointed it at this very page!! So, when Nic trolls around the internet.. He might find himself on this site.. Now, in my fantasy he will either (a) want to buy the address from me.. and I will GIVE it to him for a make out session.. or (b) he will see my pic on the site and fall in complete love with me.. I kinda like (b).. but I will settle for (a) .. Nic, my darling.. just say the word.. and I am yours!

Never happy

On Friday, I sat down with my manager and we went over my annual review. He is new to the department and his "take" on me is really unbiased.. he hasn't known me forever.. and he could really take a look at my impact on the office and what I could do without knowing all my history..
He started the meeting with numbers.. How I stacked up based purely on my stats.
(Just for the record, I hate numbers. It doesn't show the whole picture at all. All it shows is that you are a robot and able to keep up with the mans quota.. ) needless to say, I met everything .. I didn't exceed.. but I met.
He next went into what every manager I have ever had says.. "YOU ARE BEING WASTED.. YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND BRIGHT.. AND FULL OF LIFE.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? " I wonder at what point I will actually listen and do what I was intended to do.. I think it is a huge risk to jump out of my comfort zone and be happy.. But then I look at that little itty bitty face.. little Jilly and realize you only have one life.. and why in the world am I wasting it? Bollywood here I come!

Come on.. The hat needs NO explanation! One question.. Does it come in Mongo size?

The unbearable lightness of being....

Most people I know think I am crazy. I often don't REALLY talk to people, because they can't really understand what is important to me. I am consumed with the idea of death.. and life.. and the fragile nature of it all.. For this very reason, I want so much for little Jillian to have the best possible life.. one filled with love and family.. The two most important things.. PERIOD. She will undoubtedly have EVERYTHING she needs.. Her dad is a rocket scientist, for chrissake.. But I am happy to be able to give her my time and love.. I just hope my friggen sister will unblock my number from her call blocking.. You can't avoid me for ever!! HAA HAA!

Dreams

When I was 16, I dated a fellow who was 24 (thanks MOM!) ..
On our first Valentines day together (Overall there were 5..) He rented an Officer and a Gentleman... I guess he wanted to impress the ladies (me) with his ability to endure a chick flick for the sake of romance.. I remember like it was yesterday, I was wearing the latest Contempo Casual semi-slutty, semi-respectable red "number" .. and we ate Chinese food in front of the tube. (heavy sigh) Little did I know, how much this night would change my life.. It wasn't really who I was with .. but what we did. Now don't get me wrong, Felix was a hot little monkey.. I mean, dear reader, I was 16.. and he was 24.. I was a blossoming flower.. and he had a high powered weed whacker!!! (sigh) ANYWAYS ....That night.. for the first time, I saw THE best movie EVER made.. Without question. I have wanted, since that day, to get a job in a bag factory.. and have a Richard Gere type fellow save me.. Where in this damn valley can a girl find a factory job.. I want to travel and meet interesting people.. ! (sorry I quote the movie sometimes)

Montage 2 -various memories to share

Yes, that tongue is mine! Don't you dig the Holly Hobby shirt?

This is my first known performance.. Note Granny in the back clapping.. I am a natural!

I JUST noticed that in both these pictures, I am in the midst of falling.. Is this predicting the future, or what?

Look at that smile! My sister totally had the "look" before Paris Hilton was even born!!

Me marrying Jesus.. Don't you dig the veil??

Photo Montage 1

You know dear reader.. You have been quite faithful and understanding when I was unable to provide you with a daily dose of Meghan..So, I thought you deserve a little treat. My history. It actually started because Lisa and I were talking today about a rather pivitol experience of mine.. One that, eventhough I was like 4, I remember to this day.. as if it happened yesterday. I thought it would be interesting to share THAT story with you.. Perhaps making us grow closer.. (me and you, dear reader) but I was unable to find the supporting picture.. and without the photo, I don't think you can grasp the magnitude of my experience.. you wouldn't really be able to fully understand my plight.. (heavy sigh) .. So, I decided to pull out a few photos that were my favorite.. and share them with you.. Hopefully this will tide you over until I am able to locate the missing photo and share the REAL history..

My breathtaking ma and me stunning pa

In case there was ANY question...

Yes, I am insane. Completely and undeniably insane! I finally got my DSL working last night... The ethernet had got deactivated some how.. don't ask me how, I have NO clue.. I just know I clicked something and it started working.. I REALLY didn't want to call India.. "Hello, This is Chad. May I call you Miss Meghan? " (Inside joke) Anyway, it had been a LONG time since I surfed the net.. I don't really do a whole lot of it.. I am not a geek or anything, but I did go to a few search engines and wanted to peek at a few things.. First, I wanted to check out the 411 on Ralf Fiennes.. Totally in love with him. Just saw the constant gardner .. and he FLOATS MY BOAT.. I think he might be taking Chris Isaak's spot on the list of 5... Found some really HOT pics of Ralph.. and found out he is single.. (score) Then, because I am a nerd, I started trolling around for information on Nic Cester. I like to think that I am in the loop.. You know find out some juicy dirt.. anyways.. I am not sure how I got to this site, but it was some Australian firm that was advertising Jet for corporate events.. huh? wait, I could rent Nic Cester for the right price.. HELLO! I am there! There was a little application about what my event was .. and when it was.. I put 04-24-06 .. special event.. MY BIRTHDAY of course!!It asked what my budget would be.. I didn't want to be cheap.. So, I looked in the old wallet and I had $2.00 .. hmm.. that might be a little low, So, I rounded up and said $85,000.00 ..
I would literally D-I-E if I got an email saying that Jet would be available for my function. I mean .. that would mean that Nic was told about my special event..And he agreed to appear. That alone gets me all mental.. I might have to start fundraising now.. hmm.. Technically, I already have $2, so I only need $79,998..right? SAVE the DATE 04-24-06 .. Its gonna be a party!

Yet another revelation...

I personally believe that my mistakes can maybe save another from the same road.. Something about a fork and taking the road less traveled or something.. Anyway, I am a freak about smelling good.. I LOVE perfume.. and sweet smelling shampoo .. Jeesh, even my lipstick smells like coffee.. (yummmmmmm) I was horrified.. and I admit a little embarrassed, that I happen to be rubbing the ol' tum while waiting for my coffee to brew.. Here, let me set the scene.. Me standing in the kitchen.. one hand on my head .. and the other inching my sweatshirt up.. to expose my tum.. so I can rub it a little. For some reason, My finger traveled to the button.. and I proceded to rub it, too.. For yet another unknown reason, I brought my finger, the one that was just in the button, up to my nose.. I literally coughed.. and was amazed at the utter stank funkiness that waifed off my pointer. There must be some mistake I thought.. maybe I inadvertantly picked up some rotting carcass prior to my belly rub.. so, I sent the other pointer on a mission.. I took a preliminary sniff.. smells good.. and then sent it to the war zone.. As I inserted the finger, I twisted it in the button a bit to get any unsavory smells that could be lying about...I slowly lifted the finger to my eager nose.. and was met with.. well, the smell of death. How could I have missed this important hole. I take pride in smelling yummy.. yet my button could be confused with deteiorating flesh???? I immediately brought the finger to Vic.. and sweetly asked him to tell me what my finger smelled like. I didn't share with him where it had been..(tee hee) as soon as he smelled it, he grimaced and said DEATH! woe is me.. (heavy sigh) The point of my story today is to prevent you, dear reader, from experiencing the same fate.. WASH THE BUTTON!!!

Is it possible?

I am the mother of a 28 year old!! Well actually, only bigger dogs are the 7 years for every human year.. smaller dogs are only 5.. wait, 5? let me do the math here.. (dang I had to use my fingers and my toes!!) 20???? agh
My dear Chino is 4 years old today.. We had cake, well.. dog cake.. and only Chino had some.. and we visited grandma, who is home now. It was a good day.

She isn't quite ready.

I am terrified of death.. Pure and simple.
Not to mention the idea that someone I love would die. As a child, I would pray that God would take me first so that I would not have to experience the grief.
My dear grandmother is in the hospital today.. They ran tests, but they can't figure out what is wrong. I am the person I am today because of her.. and I am not done with her. Please wait, Grandpa. You have eternity.. and I need her a little bit longer.

I am a loser, I know. But we make a hot couple,huh?

Here, yet again.. more ranting about Nic Cester.
It might be sweet if I was a teenager.. But as a 32 year old woman its getting kinda creepy.
I am just totally obsessing over him lately.
Check this out, I found out that he is dating/or dated this model who has brown hair and brown eyes.. I was all excited.. This leads me to believe he could be totally into me. Me? Hello? Meghan...?? Are you forgetting something.. That day 2.5 years ago when you said I do??
But then I quickly think that I wouldn't want to run away with him or anything.. Just make out with him for awhile.Am I crazy? You know what I think it is? He kinda sorta looks like my first love, Rick Silvestri... That love was unrequited.. and It must be creating this weird hot monkey lust I have for Nic.. (heavy sigh) would anyone happen to have Nic's number?

I am here for the tour.. No really, just the tour.

Isabella

I absolutely LOVE on demand.. I can pick a show and watch it whenever.. (Do I sound like a commercial??) Vic happen to be working today... and I was all by my lonesome.. I came upon this hip new reality show, Cathouse.. It kinda BLOWS Survivor out of the water..(literally!)
It shows you exactly what happens at the Bunny Ranch in Nevada. Its really kind of weird, because most of the girls look like run of the mill girls.. Hardly any MAN MADE girls, if you get my drift. My favorite girl was Isabella.. She tended to be the one choosen as the girl next door.. hmm.. What neighborhood is she livin in?? Looking at her, I totally understand the whole lesbian thing!!

Did I black out, again?

Chick who is trying to steal my identity

Have you ever googled yourself? My sister recommended that I do it to see if there was some scandolous dirt traveling the internet highway about me.. I was excited.. What trashy stories had google dug up on me.... That time I met the fleet when I was 17? or maybe they found out about the time I applied to be a 976 operator.. (what????? they make GOOD money!!!)

Surprise! Surprise!

There is another chick trying to steal my identity. There is only room for one MEG DOE damn it !!! When I was a kid, my mom assured me that there was no one just like me.. I believed her, too. I mean what are the chances that not only someone else would have the last name Doe, but that they would be named Meghan..WITH AN 'H'??? Maybe it is me.. Maybe the MIL (mother in law) is putting weird stuff in the water.. Maybe, I am blacking out again and this person (pictured above) is in fact me.. I could totally attend Michigan State University.. and be a respected member of the softball team.. (I vaguely remember playing 2nd base in school.. wait ..maybe it was that I went to second base..??)everything is a blur... Its all getting fuzzy.....

The art of dealing with a married lady

Most married ladies are in this trance.. They believe that their sexuality has been locked away and can only be released by the man who slid the slightly tarnished ring on her finger.. I am here to say .. out loud and proud. I got married, not buried.. (WHo knew that I would be quoting Three's Company!!) It is nice every once and a while to get positive ego strokes from members of the opposite sex.. Now, I am not talking about literal strokes here!! Fellas!!! Behave!!! (ok.. maybe literal for one special man/friend.. :) ) (I kid, I kid ) (or do I) .. AGH... Anyways, saying someone is a hot beyotch every now and again never hurt nobody! And even if a girl is married, it doesn't give you the right to treat her like a dude and share all your opinions about the other babes. Married chicks still like to think that they are the hottest thing this side of the equator.. (Noone can out sizzle those damn Brazilians.. they are hot beyotches!!!)

I try so hard...

my bling bling

Well, dear reader.. I have been foiled yet again.. With the departure of Brian Ching.. I have tried to immerse myself in anything and everything Hawaiian .. Taking me ma to the islands for her 60th.. Possibly getting a Tatt of a plumeria on my white arse.. And then I happen to pop on the net and I found for a mere $135.00, I could be the proud owner of a Palomo Picasso SURFER bracelet (see photo WAY below).. You may not know this, but when Brian was on the injured reserve.. He returned to his native Hawaii to recuperate.. While there, he regained his strength .. by doing what you ask?? SURFING! I am certainly not crazy enough to paint a wetsuit on this HOT body.. and venture out into the shark infested waters.. so, I planned on doing the next best thing.. ACCESSORIZE surfer style!! I decided that this is what I would ask for from grumpy St Vic. Well, Vic, as usual, waited till the last minute to do his Christmas shopping ..And they had nothing left in the stores.. (imagine that, at 5pm on 12-24) He had to order my surfer bracelet on line.. I was SO excited.. I patiently waited while Tiffanys flew out my bracelet from Parsippany, NJ.. via UPS. I monitored its progress via the web.. I tracked it like a modern day hunter.. minus all the blood and guts.. When it finally came, I opened the box and the wrapping alone made me smile.. I have arrived I thought.. Then, when I pulled the bracelet from the little BLUE box.. (yipee) I was less then impressed.. It was in fact a rubber bracelet.. It does make sense when you are literally hanging ten to have waterproof jewelry .. but hello? I wasn't too concerned about that. Palomo obviously took after her pa.. you know, kinda sorta looks like a chick in his paintings.. if you squint and look away real fast??? Well, this WAS a bracelet.. but not at all what I expected!!! heavy sigh.
So...Today, I ventured to the mall.. (blech I hate the mall).. the Gods were with me because I found a parking spot right in front of the entrance to Tiffanys.. (what are the chances of that, seriously?) I spotted my game.. locked my sites on it.. and bagged it.. OOH LA LA..
I guess I am too elegant to be a beach bum.. oh well.When I got it home, I noticed the itty bitty bitty bitty charm wasn't even big enough to fit Tif..BUT, I still LOVE IT!
cheerio my pets.

Doesn't anyone listen to the flight attendant anymore?

For anyone who has flown the friendly skies the "talk" about cabin decompression.. and how the seats can be used as a floatation device is old news...second nature.. So, rather then listen to the perky attendant, most people use the time to cram the "carry on" bag under the seat .. or scan the crowd for potential sneaker terrorists.. It really seems that this mentality has permiated every facet of daily life. People don't take the time to possibly learn about the oxygen masks and how they will magically fall from the ceiling.. It really seems like no one cares at all...I think the day has come.. This first day of this fabulous year, to go over what you would think every human being should KNOW.... Now, don't look around at your neighbors!!! Attention .. Lesson one is about to begin!!!

FOCUS..

Did you know that sending a text message is literally like going to a pay phone and PAYING to talk to you.. Every time a message is sent, money is being spent... You would think the receipient would have the common decency to respond. Even if predictive text is on .. and you have no idea how to get it to work.. a message that means nothing, is better then no message at all.. right? And this message is unfortunately not intended for just one of my dear readers.. BUT a great many!!! Most of you know I have a fragile ego!! I must be stroked!
I am not going to even get into my dear friends who haven't made the leap .. and still remain cell-less. (What if I have a pressing issue and need to talk to you??? ) (sigh)

Have you noticed? or is it just me?

What has changed in the past few months, dear reader? I have awoken! I am totally hot for boys again. Being a boring old married lady had gotten me down for far too long and something has happened.. hmm.. any ideas, dear reader? Initially, I would write about daily hum drum things.. and all of the sudden, I cannot seem to say enough about Nic Cester's hot body.. or my desire to lick Snow Patrol's lead singer all over.. Yeah yeah yeah.. I know I can only really be all over Vic.. But nothing has changed on the home front.. so what is going on???
I know cats go in heat.. maybe I am in heat.. I haven't caught myself making the cat love shriek yet.. But wouldn't that be kewl if I started doing that? Me-ow! I am one hot.. er.. cat.. (I have to keep it clean for my under age reader) hmm. The first person who is able to translate the above Jet cartoon will have the pleasure of experiencing a Meggie love shriek up close and personal...
(Yes, dear reader, I have officially gone crazy)
01-01-06 **update**
Sadly, no one has taken me up on my offer. Not even Vic. I suppose it is because I am aging ever so quickly and there are far hotter fish in the sea. I fear I am becoming one of those scary old women who talks to her babooshka wearing dogs ... :(

another reason to upload a new Jet photo.

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I think because it is the end of the year.. all the sentiments of a year gone by creep into my psyche.. I start thinking about what was best in the past year.. so, I start making lists.. (I think it might be part of my obsessive personality..) Anyways, here is yet another list.. It will most likely not be the last.. These are my absolutely cannot live without bands of the year 2005.. I often equate life experiences with the songs that I was listening to when I was going through shit.. so they mean alot to me.. A'Right?

1. Jet .....without question. There are times in a day that the only thing that will bring me down from the ledge is listening to the raspy, intoxicating voice of Nic Cester.. (ooh he is crossing over onto more then one list.. how kewl is that?) (see photo.. he is the one in the hat .. hands seductively in his pockets.. giving me the come hither look.. sigh)
2. Snow Patrol .. All of the sudden everyone is listening to these bloaks from Belfast. I was literally one of the first. One song in particular, Run, can bring me to tears.. I want to do naughty things to the lead singers bod-day! (see hottie in pink shirt)
3. Maroon Five .. I am not really into any of the boys.. BUT ALL the songs are deep and are totally written about me.. I know they are!!!! I mean "beauty queen of only 18?? " hello?

Thats it for now .. I am tired and must go rest..

The secret to my marriage

Many are aware of the list of 5..
Five names scribbled on a page.. that if given the opportunity, your spouse must look the other way, and allow an indiscresion..The initial conversation I had with Vic was in a restaurant.. and he excitedly wanted to have this list.. but he playfully decided that the 5 SUPER HOT waitresses at the restaurant were his pick.. sigh.. we have come a loooong way..

Here is my curent list of five..(in no particular order)

• Nic Cester .. The very hot lead singer of Jet.
• Brian Ching .. Smokin hot Hawaiian Forward on the ex-san jose quakes
• Benji Bratt .. Hello? No explanation needed.
• Chris Isaak .. Literally one verse of Wicked Games and I am jizzing all over
• Johnny Depp .. This boy could look at me a certain way and it would be ALL OVER!

And a special honorable mention goes to Marky Mark- WAY .. WAY too hot.. even for me.. But this is what dreams are made of ..as well as drained pocket rocket batteries.. buzz buzz!

I think I pee'd myself..

I wonder how many concerts in 2006 I can drag Vic too? Note to self.. YOU WILL RUSH THE STAGE THIS TIME!

Jet have declared that their forthcoming new album will blow their debut out of the water. In a recent interview with NME.COM, the band's frontman Nic Cester said that having taken 2005 off to concentrate on recording, the untitled album will easily supersede 2003's 'Get Born'. "We're just taking our time and making sure it's five times better than the first one," he told US radio station KRCW. His brother, drummer Chris Cester, added : "It's more mature. I think first and foremost would be lyrically, we've taken giant leaps. We've lived two years, buzzing around the world, that's life experience right there." The new record is pencilled in for release in Spring 2006 ..

I'd like to thank the academy...

(tiffany bracelet I am waiting for.................Merry xmas to me!)

My family are THANK YOU card whores..
I mean we send thank you cards for thank you cards.. I think it was partly to do with my grandfather being a postman.. you know we helped keep him busy..
The art of thank you card sending is on the outs.. so I would like to thank via the chronicle ... some exceptional gifts I received....

1) Shan-o .. Fabulous art piece of my pooches.. I have it PROUDLY displayed.. with all that is going on with Jill.. that you found time to make this is amazing..

2) Jilly .. Mai Tai body butter and body shimmer.. YUM! (note, if you see me licking myself .. now you know why!)

3) Dan-o .. My newest BFF .. I adore my shirt .. LAGUNA BEACH BEYOTCHES!! and it show cases the girls beautifully.

4) Lisa .. Lindsey Lohan ROCKS ( yes I am a closet LL fan, what of it?)

5) mom and gran .. The puffy shirt !! shut-up.. LOVE IT!

6) Steve and Lou ... Paris hilton never smelled as good as she does dripping from my hot bod!

7) Vic ...Journey twice to Tiff's to get my bracelet.. finally ordering it on line.. I CAN'T wait to get it..

Peace out.

I will take it the way I want to take it!

I would say about 10 years ago, I started training for a new job.. Completely new job, new office.. but same company. As the training period came to an end, the instructor said the people who currently do the job we were training for would be our biggest asset. She encouraged us to be friendly and make connections with these people.
Well, as you know dear reader, I am a go-getter.. as soon as I got on the "floor" (kewl office jargon).. I found out who the SME's were (subject matter expert.. another kewl office word) ..
I made a B-line to them and introduced myself and tried to make a connection.. One of the first people I spoke with was a fellow named Steve (fyi aka steve the stalker) . I was charming as usual.. and his immediate response to my clever introduction was, "I have a girlfriend.." I was dumbfounded.. I quickly surveyed my attire.. was a boob making an unplanned appearance?? Was I wearing my "tramp on the loooose" t-shirt? I just didn't get the response.. I said, um .. Thanks and walked away..
Over the years, it has become apparent to me that what I say or how I react to things are wildly misinterpreted. Case in point.. A week ago, I was exchanging gifts with a good friend of mine. He seemed to like the gifts I got him.. (FYI my gifts were of the non-threatening variety..T-shirt and booze.. totally safe gifts to give a man/friend ) Then it was my turn... I opened my gift and was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't a Starbucks gift card (totally love these but doesn't really scream YOU ARE AN AWESOME FRIEND AND I KNOW A LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT YOU THEN YOU LIKE COFFEE..) So, I said that I really loved it and I was surprised that he would be able to achieve such heights in gift giving.. (I mean most dudes have no clue) He responded with .. "Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea.." OK, huh? Why do guys have to ruin moments.. ? I mean it was a beautiful moment where I felt important and cared for.. you know? but then all I could think about was wrong idea? what wrong idea? maybe that I am a cool friend and nice to talk to .. maybe he is a better person for knowing me???
Hello? I am a boring married lady... I should have the right to have any idea I want.. jeesh.. throw a girl a bone!

What an ordeal

I treated myself to a hair cut this past week.. and I have to say it is becoming quite an ordeal. A day before my visit, I get all nervous.. I have to come up with interesting things to tell my stylist, Mylan. She asks me, without fail, what is going on in Meghan-land.. It turns into a whole big drama.. I start to realize that I got nothing going on.. And just this week, the things I do have, The Quakes and Howard Stern, went away.. I take solice that I have Sirius.. but still.. Its traumatic.. Change is always scary, anyways... Back to the haircut.. Mylan moved to a new place.. It use to be 5 color cowboy.. Really hot place.. The building use to be a bank .. and the ceilings go on forever.. and you just feel hip saying, "what? Oh yeah.. I get my hair done at 5 Color Cowboy..." She is now at a place called Loft A2.. which is completely misleading.. It should be crack den on 3rd. It is really nice inside.. a little small, but nice.. but getting there is scary.. Some gang bangers live across from it .. And I get the impression that they aren't too keen on whitey spending loads of money to get her hair done.. I have learned walk fast and don't look directly at them.. I also learned to not lock the door blatantly.. They get mad at that.. Don't want to enrage the gang banger.. They might make an exception, and not bang a gang.. but bang on me.. which isn't good .. ANy who.. So, after I tell Mylan that work is the same.. Home is the same.. we talk about T.V. .. which is really pretty sad.. Is that what my life comes down to? I mean I will tell her about my fav shows, which there are many, and she always says she hasn't caught it.. heavy sigh..

I think my hair looks really good.. it has a slightly different shape and no roots.. YEAH! Death to roots !!! And NO ONE NOTICED.. People suck. I need new cool friends..

(insert name here) Quakes

............an email received tonight .............

Dear Soccer Silicon Valley member: The roller coaster ride that we have all been on for the better part of two years is, in all likelihood, about to come to an end. Silicon Valley Sports & Entertainment (SVS&E), the group that manages the Sharks and one of the investors we have been working with for over a year, has been unable to work out a deal to keep the Earthquakes here for 2006, despite their best efforts. We understand that AEG intends to move the team and is expected to make an announcement in a press conference on Friday in Houston. There is a bit of hope. During our time on this project, a number of investors, several of whom are high-ranking executives in publicly-traded companies, have come to us and expressed a desire to team with other investors in purchasing the Earthquakes. Many of these investors have met with SVS&E, who were willing to serve as the lead investor in the venture and who have an ongoing business relationship with AEG. SSV's board members are working with these investors to determine their willingness to purchase and operate the team. We have already petitioned MLS and AEG for ownership of the Earthquakes' legacy--the team's name, colors, trophies, and history--if the team is relocated. When we first approached AEG with this idea in August of 2004, they indicated that they would be willing to do this. We expect that it is still true now. If the quality and passion of a team's fans were the only barometer of its success, the Earthquakes would be recognized as one of the best teams anywhere and the shining light of Major League Soccer. Unfortunately, the economic reality is that without a stadium, the Earthquakes cannot continue as a viable business. Thank you as always for your support. We will continue to keep you updated as events unfold. Yours in soccer, Colin McCarthy and the Founding Members of SSV: Don Gagliardi Jay Hipps Tony Huston John Jussen Carol Vartuli Marin Mike Turco

corrupting Jilly

Can you believe my sweet niece gave me the finger.. OK I admit I took like 500 pics of her while she was sleeping.. with the flash on.. but what if I miss one of her cute expressions? They claim its gas, but I swear she smiles at me.. her sweet little smile.. heavy sigh

Mental note.. I love that baby! Call Shan-o to see how she is.

Undisputed best baby EVER!

I genuinely feel bad for all other babies.. It is obvious that Jillian.. My little sweet niece, Jilly .... Is the most beautiful baby EVER ... they can stop those silly pageants and just send the prizes her way.. Its just not fair to those other babies.. leading them to believe they have a chance.. I mean really.

P.S. Shan-o, Please unblock my number.. I promise to stop stalking your baby!!

RIP Tookie

Today Arnold denied the clemency of Tookie Williams.. Now, don't get me wrong.. Tookie looks like one mean mother F'er.. and I DO NOT believe he should be out.. But I am a firm believer that we only have the right to decide who lives IN the society.. Not who lives on the earth... Tookie, you broke the rules.. therefore you can't live with us.. But to take his life? That is some heavy shit.. I mean .. HEAVY.. I totally freak out about not knowing what happens when we die.. and all that stuff.. so the state planning a murder.. down to the minute.. and serving appetizers and punch to the witnesses is horrific. It makes me so sad.

I would like to say only 2 things more about this.. (1) I pray that Tookie isn't afraid of death and knows that eventhough I don't condone his actions in the least, I do love him and hope there is an after life.. and he goes to heaven... AND (2) I would like to denounce my citizenship.. and start a free country.. where Murder is Murder .. and we don't Murder someone to show that Murder is wrong.. I shall call it Tookieville.

Drama queen to the white courtesy phone..

Have you ever watched Sesame street? I have to admit, its been a little while for me.. But they sang this song.. "Which one doesnt belong??" For the money, Monty.. Can you guess which one of these 3 fine ladies is a crack whore and doesn't belong? (I am so dramatic)
Why do I always look like I am on drugs or something.. I have my standard photo smile.. I guess over time the smile has deteriorated.. I am an old hag, I guess. Nobody loves me.. sniff snifff..

Ok .. My name is Meghan and I have a problem

Yesterday at work, they had a purse party in the cafe. Kinda freaky crap was being sold.. But because I am an experienced shopper, I was able to dig out some really awesome treasures. I happened upon a fabulous White wallet, with pastel pink C's.. A wonderful rendition of the Coach design. (Isn't it HOT???) The lady offered it to me at $45-.. HUH? Thats way too much.. Why buy a wallet when you will have nothing to out in it?? (good logic,eh?) So, I didn't buy it.. But I had a good plan..(Lisa said I got a little sneaky)... I emailed everyone I remotely liked at my office.. and advised them I was going to make it easy on them and let them know exactly what I wanted for Xmas.. Aren't I generous!!! I sent literally 50 emails out.. Most people laughed and just passed it off as another evil "Meghan" .. But 1 person actually went and got it for me.. Why do I now feel guilty? Mental note : work on eliminating empathy. Totally bad for party girl image.

Sleigh bells ring.. Are you listening?

So, I guess you know it is Christmas time once again. Baby Jesus was born and he saved us from eternal damnation.. etc..etc..etc... Loven the whole Jesus angle but am forever confused about what happened to the holiday.. Don't get me wrong, I love gifts.. Gifts of all shapes and sizes.. (specifically size 10 shoes, dear reader) But it is really sad when you think that in this day and age, Christmas is about getting an Xbox for Jimmy and not anything remotely religious. I read ..just today.. that the country will now refer to it as a HOLIDAY tree and not a Christmas tree..HUH? What is going on? Has everyone lost their minds?