Saturday, April 6, 2013


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Let me know what you think.

Sorry to be giving you whiplash with all the switching, but enjoy. This one is going to be different.
This is my lfie in color.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Liebster Award. And Random.

There comes a time when things aren’t what you expected.
There’s the time you skid across a tennis court without the stolen sector nine
            And your elbow oozes and your knees are twice the size they were yesterday.
There’s the time you missed the shuttle, took the second one, sat in the trunk, and was still late.
There’s the time you spend more time in the MC than your apartment.
            College life is always interesting.
I feel like each semester is different lives. My first semester here feels like a million years ago, yet it was a year ago.
365 days.
That’s nuts.
Crazy pants.
I don’t usually enjoy covers. But this little one is amazing. Bon Iver, I don’t think she did any harm to your beautiful songs.

Anywho. There’s a purpose to this.
Dear sweet Allie nominated me for a Liebster award.
            (Oh. Shoot. You shouldn’t have. I may have blushed a little)
Before I answer the questions and such, the rules:

A LIEBSTER is a German word meaning dearest, sweetest, cutest. The award is given to up-and-coming bloggers with less than 200 followers. 

- Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
- Answer the questions the nominator asked, and create 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
- Choose 11 people and link them in your post.
- Go to their page and tell them. 
- No tag-backs. 

Eleven things about me:
1.      I recently stopped drinking milk, I switched to Silk and it’s phenomenal.
2.      I have an online shopping addiction.
3.      Nail polish on my fingernails makes me itchy.
4.      All the missionaries I’ve been writing? They are starting to come back.
5.      I stopped calling Robin ‘Robin’. I call her mom, or momma, now. It’s all about respect. Word to your mother.
6.      All I want to do these days is go to back Mexico.
7.      I flirted my way to free water last week.
8.      I hate silences. I need white noise.
9.      My top lip is bigger than my lower lip.
10.  I sleep on my stomach.
11.  Raw meat still scares me.

Allie’s questions:
1.      What are you most afraid of?
a.      I’m afraid of time. Not having enough of it. I will never have this moment back. It’s a scary idea isn’t it?
2.      What moment would you go back and re-live again and again if you could?
a.      Hmm. I don’t think I’ve ever had an  infinite moment. I know there are times in my life when I just close my eyes and everything is still and perfect. But, they are all little fragments of time. There are times in my life that I want a do over for. I wish I would have said goodbye. Stood on my toes in that garage and let him kiss me. But, life isn’t about going backwards. It’s about forward.  
3.      What is your biggest pet peeve?
a.      When men wear stupid running shoes when they are not running or doing any sort of physical activity!
4.      If you could eat one food EVERY day ALL day long, what would it be?
a.      Costco watermelon. It has to be from Costco.  Or twisty cones. From JCW’s. They have to be from JCW’s. Or Costco.
5.      Which TV show do you never get sick of?
a.      Seinfeld. Too easy. I own five of the eight seasons on DVD.
6.      Yes or No - Do you like Honey Boo Boo Child?
a.      Honey Boo Boo is so great. Yes, yes, embarrassingly, yes. But watch Breaking Amish to cleanse yourself. “I think Miss Georgia is really pretty and doesn’t fart”.  
7.      When was the last time that you laughed so hard that you started to cry?
a.      Last week when my roommate peed her pants while trying to drop it low.
8.      What talent do you wish you had or were better at?
a.      I wish I could play the cello.
9.      Which popular song do your friends and family love, but that you can't stand?
a.      That one Goyte song.
10.  What is your dream vacation?
a.      All over Europe. But, take me to Mexico anytime.
11.  What would your ultimate dream Halloween costume be?
a.      I’m not a dressing up kind of person, but I love to see others costumes. I love to answer the door at home. My parents have to send me pictures of my primary class since I’m at college again.
My questions:
1.      Favorite song right now?
2.      Youtube video that always makes you laugh?
3.      What are three things you want to be remembered for?
4.      What is your guilty pleasure when it comes to television?
5.      Best beauty secret?
6.      How do you feel about Harry Potter?
7.      What is your go-to outfit?
8.      Admit it, did you actually like reading the Twilight saga?
9.      Favorite ice cream flavor, what mix-ins do you get?
10.  What movie do you watch when you are sad?
11.  Is it okay to lie?

I’m supposed to ‘tag’ 11 people. But, I tag YOU because if you are here, you are awesome. I’d love to get to know you all better. Comment with the link to your post. Do it. Now.

No joke.

Happy fall.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

boots, tears, and lying to fifth graders.

Everything was perfect.
I knew exactly what was going to happen, and it was all going to go my way.
Tuesday didn’t have a chance.
            Until I woke up.
I got dressed in the dark, as to not awaken Paige.
By the time I found something that matched, I was late for work. I ran to the Taylor building, my legs getting frost bitten.
Then while I was in class, I got a text from my roommate, “Dear Meg, I assume you are having a good day thus far. *Insert my apartment complex name here* thought your little red car looked cold, so they put a boot on it. Have a great day!”
I got up and left class.
Ran to my apartment building.
Woke Paige up with my hostile yelling.
            I didn’t have $50 to get it off my car. None of my male friends would take it off, they said it would cost more money if they did.
The man wouldn’t come take it off until 2:10. I had to be at the middle school in exactly twenty minutes to teach about Jamestown.
I got a ride with Holly, she’s the person I team teach with.
I had this lesson planned to the T. I had downloaded the movie, made a worksheet, and thought I was overly prepared for the lesson. I was finally going to get a decent review.
            Did you know that Jamestown and The Mayflower have nothing to do with one another?
Holly pulled a new lesson out of thin air and I stood giving moral support the entire rest of the lesson after my advising teacher made us stop our lesson, mid lesson.
I left the classroom that day and cried in the parking lot.
            You all know how much I love crying in parking lots.
Then I got in Holly’s car and we drove off, only to be stopped by my professor. He noticed the tears and made us stop.
He tried to get me to look at him, to talk about it, or to even say what was wrong. I didn’t say much. Just that sometimes the fifth grade isn’t so fun and that tomorrow would better.
            Paige and I then met the man to get the boot off my car. I handed him $60 and waited for my change.
            “I don’t have change for this.”
He still hasn’t come back with my change.
            I needed a Diet Coke in a bad way, so Paige and I went to my favorite Maverick, and then we went to the park to sit in the sunshine.
Our friend Andrew came and talked with us, I tried not to cry in front of him. He called the parking man and told him that he wasn’t pleased at the way his sister was being treated.
            It was really nice of him.
Paige and I then took a nap because we can.
We did homework and then went to the boys flag football game. I studied the social studies text book I stole from the fifth graders classroom and sipped hazelnut hot chocolate.
            Kyle almost got a touchdown, instead he got a concussion. He began hitting on anything that looked over the age of 13.
I then went back to my apartment after the longest day of my life to create a lesson plan for the next day that wouldn’t be full of lies. Holly was waiting for me in our usual study room. I lay on the floor while she bounced ideas off of her fifth grader niece.
I got a phone call just then. The boys wanted me to come play. I yelled at them and told him I had a million other things to get done, I didn’t have time to read their English papers for them, or something rude.
I hung up on them.
Ten minutes later, Paige showed up with a twisty cone. The boys had brought us, mainly me, ice cream because it was such a bad day.
It’s those little tiny moments in life when things are super, super bad.
When you are laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling considering being a librarian when you grow up, and suddenly a little glimmer of hope is there.
It’s going to be okay.
I may suck as a teacher.
I may be slightly failing my natural disasters class.
I may not be able to park within a mile of my apartment.
            But I’m going to make it.
Life is an uphill battle. It’s not fun all the time.
But, it’s only going to go up from here.

Little ones, I’m sorry I’m so MIA. I’m busy. If anyone actually still reads this.
The easiest way to stay up to date with the happenings of my life is Instagram. I Instagram at least every other day it feels like. I’d love to see what you are up to!
Username: megdeck  

Happy October. Can this semester be over already?
Umkay. Thanks.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

miss me?

The Guy That Says Goodbye To You Is Out Of His Mind by Griffin House on Grooveshark

I disappeared, I know.
It happens.
        Especially when you are taking 16 credits, working, and teaching social studies at the local middle school.
Wait. What?

I’ll explain.

I moved back to school about three weeks ago, crazy right? I have a cute roommate named Paige.

She says Ya’ll in everyday conversations. She taught me how to long board. I’m not very good, but we spend 75% of our time at the skate park these days, soaking up the fall crisp breeze before it turns into the frozen tundra outside.

At first it was weird having someone in my room, having a private room last semester and all, but now it’s comforting. She’s great.

Classes are busy, busy, busy. I’m taking a class where I have to learn how to be a teacher by teaching. Rough times. The girl I team teach with cried on Friday. I need to work on my teacher voice apparently.

This semester seems to be moving a million times slower than the last one. I just want to be done with this semester. I want it to be Christmas time.
I live with four freshmen, they are all homesick. They remind me of myself two years ago. I let them all read my depression ‘I hate my life’ posts. I hope it helped.
I’ve never wanted pity from this blog. I’ve never wanted anyone to feel sorry for the girl in college. I’m sorry if it’s seemed that way.
I’m really okay. Promise.
Well, I crashed on the long board on Friday. Don’t tell Robin. It’s nothing, I’m just bruised and soar. I got whiplash though. Which is not very fun at all.
Other than that I’m really good, great actually.
How have you all been? I’ve lost a follower in my month of silence.
 School is school, conference is a’coming!
I’m loving this fall cardigan weather.
Tell me furry friends, how have you been?

Friday, August 24, 2012


20 things I know for sure.
1.       Praying sometimes is the only way out.
2.       Asking for help is not a sign of weakness, medications aren’t evil.
3.       Less stress = more happiness.
4.       It’s okay to talk to boys. They can be funny, sweet, kind, and friendly.
5.       Studying is always a good idea.
6.       Your parents should be thanked every day for all the sacrifices they have made for you.
7.       You can cry about it, but then you have to let it go. Dwelling on past mistakes, past issues, or past quarrels does nothing. It’s like letting people live rent free in your head.
8.       Write real letters to real people. Nothing beats getting a handwritten letter in the mailbox.
9.       Stop being a follower, you have your own life to live.
10.   Friends are family.
11.   Be able to take a breath, let it go, and put on your big girl panties and be a man.
12.   Sometimes you have to compromise.
13.   Never expect other people to have the same standards as yourself, give people a chance, and don’t freak out when they don’t have the same standards of cleanliness.
14.   Sometimes all you need is to watch a prison show and a fuzzy blanket.
15.   Make time for people who make time for you.
16.   Go ahead and judge someone, but be sure to live a perfect life from then on.
17.   Never, ever eat two FiberOne bars in one day.
18.   Celebrate the little things.
19.   Try not to study on Sunday’s. It honestly helps.
20.   Life isn’t perfect, people are perfect.
But, it can get pretty close.

I’m so, so blessed. I’m so happy. I’m excited to go back to school in a few weeks. I’m excited to see my friends and get back to learning. I’m trying to be brave every day.
One day I’ll catch you up on my life. It’s been a crazy summer working in the office.
Side note, thank you Tay for the sweet post about me. You are a gem, and I could say the same things about you.
But for now, I’ve got a birthday to celebrate.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

greetings from the fishbowl.

Working is something I’ve been doing since I was fourteen.
But this is my first ‘grown up’ job. It may be a temporary position, but I have an office.
                Sort of.
I stole it from a man. It’s not like he put his name on the door or anything. He just didn’t show up for work one day, and I needed a place to sit, so I sat there. It’s become my little fish bowl.
                I have an uninterrupted view of the entire city of cubical. I can see who is going to the bathroom. Who is being interviewed. Debbie bouncing on her exercise ball. Rolly back pack guy going to as the front office ladies questions. Rolled up pants guy pacing back and forth in front of my office, trying to pluck up the courage to talk to me. Hilary walking to Fran’s office. My mother going to fax things. Max going to get Hot Tamales from my mother’s cubical…
And so much more.
But one thing is that if I can see everyone, everyone can see me. People un-bashfully stare at me. They don’t even wave, they just look at me in my fishbowl. My frozen tundra fishbowl. I almost can see my breath in there, therefore I bring my hot pink Snuggie to work.
That girl in the fishbowl wearing a Snuggie listening to Josh Groban?
                That would be me.
Today I was working along, just having a grand old time, when someone’s face appeared very suddenly in my office.
I had my earbuds in and didn’t hear them come into my fishbowl, and I was sorting mail so I didn’t see them.
                I squeaked rather loudly in fright.
At least twenty seven heads popped up from the copse of cubicles surrounding me, asking if someone had just died.
                Nope, just the girl in the fishbowl.
They just wanted to know what I was listening to.
                It was The Killers at the time, go figure.
Happy summertime little friends!