tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53729532012-01-25T09:31:34.688-06:00Thoughts, comments and general insight from my little corner of the worldMeghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.comBlogger3421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-62221746037154236622011-10-15T14:20:00.000-05:002011-10-15T14:20:27.719-05:00

I watch a lot of TV. Probably too much. My excuse, for what it is worth goes something like this. I used to spend too much time out and having drinks. Or seeing bands. Or having drinks and seeing bands. Now, not so much. So the void had to be filled with something. And no, laundry doesn't count as an acceptable alternative. Back to the TV. We have a pretty heavy rotation of reality programming in

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-48756799847738135042011-09-08T08:47:00.000-05:002011-09-08T08:47:44.680-05:00

Four years ago today my mother passed away. It seems so weird to write that … for many, many reasons. I still remember every facet of that day in seemingly oddly crisp detail. Not sure that time will diminish that memory in any way, shape or form. But I would be kidding you all if I didn’t say that not a day goes by that I don’t miss the hell out of my mom. And I don’t think that I have some

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I am not a morning person. Never have been. I have distinct memories of my mom and dad spending hours (or so it seemed) trying to get me out of bed for whatever event it was that I was supposed to be attending (school or church probably). I never took 8 AM classes in college, and still roll into work around 8:30, even though I swear I am coming in earlier to get work done. My kids haven’t changed

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I have never lived on a farm. Never lived near one. Never owned livestock. Closest I think I can claim is horseback riding lessons that I took when I was in elementary school. I think that is an important fact to start with. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the number of friends that I have that grew up in a considerably rural surrounding. I say this now because even though it’s the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-17694318484139751032011-08-04T12:51:00.000-05:002011-08-04T12:51:35.945-05:00

I know that I often (ok, practically daily) bitch about my body. Too fat, too short, too…whatever. Mostly fat, but that is besides the point. The point is that I have no qualms about bitching and moaning about a few things I dislike about my body that are ENTIRELY in my control to change. I am just lazy. And I like sleep. But that doesn’t stop the complaining. Fairly certain that I have

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-22668041889881083432011-07-20T13:57:00.000-05:002011-07-20T13:57:32.711-05:00

The Gaggle. That is the moniker that Joe has given to my group of girlfriends. Honestly, it could be worse. I am sure. And I know there is part of him that just cringes every time I go off for a get together with the girls, because save a pillow fight in our underwear (which for the record, NEVER happens boys) he knows that most of my time will be spent taking his name in vain, along with all

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I know everyone wants to work someplace “cool”. My experience has led me to believe that there is a disproportionate amount of not-cool places to work, which means that most of us will end up in a job at a place that may have shades of cool, but probably isn’t you know, Google or Pixar. I work at one of those places – the disproportionately not cool ones. Not for trying, I made it through 4

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I’m not sure what would be easier, killing a bear or stealing a cowboy’s spurs. -Joe McConville, roughly 11:30 PM, June 27th, 2011 as we are driving into the Gusto parking lot from Colorado. And that is how we ended our trip. So now that I have your attention, let me set the stage for the last few days of my life. Us Iowans are always coming up with new things to do in the winter. And trust me,

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My blog on a regular basis does not deal with serious topics. At least not seriously. But today was one of those gut-check moments for me. So if you are here in search of the usual snark and blather, might want to check back another day. Today is a little more from the heart than usual. People are fond of saying that parenting is the hardest job on the planet. And then couching it in terms of

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-44991081627038238332011-05-31T14:08:00.000-05:002011-05-31T14:08:46.529-05:00

Joe has this little term he likes to use when we are in one of those “dear God, I might just lose my mind if I have to do ____(insert parental chore here) any more with these screaming kids” Making memories Meghan, making memories. Like somehow I will look back on this moment in the distant future with a halcyon haze and think to myself “those were the BEST days of my life”. Although the idea

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-4795600644085587512011-04-27T15:09:00.000-05:002011-04-27T15:09:22.647-05:00

I had one of those nights last night, where I was left with a small shard of sanity. And it is that very shard, that I felt the need to share. Background. Last few weeks have been nutso. Family stuff, birthdays, Easter, more family stuff, work, oh- and two kids that are conspiring to not sleep through the night. I mean, why should they? They both knock out 2-2.5 hours naps each day, so what’s

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-44697397697721091242011-02-04T14:23:00.000-06:002011-02-04T14:23:57.609-06:00

Been a bit since we have chatted. Hope all is well. Here in the snowy-wonderfullness of Jan/Feb in Iowa, the weather continues to be a hot (pun intended) topic. It’s the STORM OF THE CENTURTY SNOW-POCOLYPSE SNOW-MAGEDDON You get the picture. The weather people in this area should get Emmy’s for hyperbole. They could give Stephen Colbert a run for his money in that arena. Regardless, in my

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-43282870123371619922010-12-30T13:55:00.000-06:002010-12-30T13:55:31.214-06:00

Ok – lets talk turkey. Well, not turkey in a literal sense. That topic is SO 6 weeks ago.  Let me re-phrase: Lets have a down and possibly dirty conversation. And yes – if you are my parent or in any way or shape possibly offended, disgusted, embarrassed or otherwise made uncomfortable by a candid conversation about sex then STOP READING NOW.  Alright. Now that we have the squeamish taken

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-9027098533064270982010-12-22T21:47:00.000-06:002010-12-22T21:47:14.239-06:00

A few minutes of solitude before the sheer insanity of the holidays kick in - and I choose to blog during them. Total act of Christmas selflessness. I know that I should be blogging about the joys of the season, the spirit of giving and the reason for the season. Blah Blah Blah. Don't get me wrong, I do understand that Christmas is a a big deal. And it is. But my brain is sorta all over the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-47189558398050332362010-12-07T22:52:00.000-06:002010-12-07T22:52:38.789-06:00

I had a really snarky post all planed for today. And I still will get it out there. Not to mention the "guest post" listed below from my beloved husband. I **had** planned on those things. And then I saw the news today about Elizabeth Edwards. Quite frankly, I was quite surprised that it affected me so much. Chalking up the fact that she passed away from the same thing that my mom did. She was

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-61209751571829169052010-12-07T22:32:00.000-06:002010-12-07T22:32:30.763-06:00

 My husband is the greatest man ever born. He is so sexy it hurts. I wake every morning thanking God He chose me to give life to Joe's seed. He is so hot I often see women drooling as they walk by. You may not know this but he actually turns down People magazine to be on the 50 most beautiful people list. This shows his down to earth attitude.    Joe isn't just a Prime USDA piece of meat he is

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-71437266751350160202010-11-25T09:19:00.001-06:002010-11-25T09:30:20.240-06:00

I -- of course -- haven't been as good about my grand return to the blogging world. Regardless, I am here with the best of intentions. I think back on the many (and the "many" is getting exponentially bigger with each year) Thanksgiving's past. Back to the hand print turkey's that we all did in school. The Pilgrim outfits that each of you wore at some point in your fall presentations. The

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-17464929725865622882010-11-01T21:02:00.000-05:002010-11-01T21:02:46.454-05:00

I am not a science person. Never have been. I mean, I have a history degree with an English minor, so that should tell you something about where my strengths lie. So it comes as little to no surprise, that I am struggling these days to understand some pretty basic concepts. Key among them -- time. I mean, I am not a total momo - 60 seconds in a minute 60 minutes in an hour 24 hours in a day

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-62355039303149927042010-10-28T21:38:00.000-05:002010-10-28T21:38:32.413-05:00

So this one is gonna be pretty mom-centric. Check that, this one is gonna be pretty boob centric. The mom part is actually secondary to my afternoon. Yesterday at the end of the day I headed toward the mall. My wedding ring and engagement ring were ready at the jewelers Got them sodered (sp?) together and they look great. Right across from the jewelery store is a Motherhood Maternity store.

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-83546714647626942572010-10-27T13:59:00.000-05:002010-10-27T13:59:36.083-05:00

Yeah. Hi. It's Meghan here. Not the Meghan of old. Alas, my reader (if there is a single one left), my swinging, rock-star, devil-may-care, snark-a-licious single days are now "officially" behind me. And therefore, I present to you RedHead Ramblings - the re-launch. I am now a a little older, a little heavier around the middle than I care to admit, a  married woman (details later) and mother

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-65406310268442236262010-03-12T19:48:00.006-06:002010-03-12T20:25:22.763-06:00

AP News, Hollywood, California:This news just in, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has added a late breaking Oscar to the already announced winners from the award show last Sunday.Meghan Smith, has been awarded the Oscar for the "Best Performance by an Exhausted Middle-Class Mother" Said a representative from the AcademyAfter long consideration, the Academy felt it was time to

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-12614778059534054242010-03-08T19:58:00.002-06:002010-03-08T22:34:02.177-06:00

In case you missed the memo, I am getting married.You didn't know that? Really?Surprise, surprise.But we are. And of course, we are having a big, fat, Irish, catholic wedding.Which means we had to meet with the priest before they would commit the date to us. So we did. Now - let me lay this out for you.Catholic = old school.Catholic = guilt laden.Catholic does NOT = living together with your one

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-59256629639306851632010-03-02T20:21:00.003-06:002010-03-02T20:40:32.135-06:00

We had to put Boris to sleep tonight.My transgendered, confused, overweight, feisty, and hilarious little munchkin.She just got really sick, really fast and it was really the only choice.She will be missed.

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-85859681679021779162010-02-28T12:09:00.003-06:002010-02-28T12:21:52.401-06:00

I had one of those moments this week that I think is only possible after your first pregnancy.I was very lucky last go around to get a huge amount of clothes from friends to help off-set the cost of maternity wear. Now -- I still have some, but with other people having babies in the interim, the bulk of the donated stuff has managed to find its way into new hands.So - on a daily basis I struggle

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-52985625392614602252010-02-23T19:56:00.001-06:002010-02-23T21:10:42.962-06:00

I don't believe it is any big secret that I have a serious issue with mini-vans. I don't say this to alienate anyone with one. Its just like the biggest, most obvious cashing in of your youth, freedom and lets be honest -- any and all sense (real or perceived) of cool.It is practical, affordable and family-oriented. And having lugged kid and piles of kid crap in and out of them, I can see some

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-54054612986509316762010-02-08T13:39:00.003-06:002010-02-08T14:21:15.668-06:00

I don't want to shock anyone, but this is my second post in one week.Yes, calm down. I know that this could be some sort of medical condition inducing post, but I said I was going to try and post more often.So I am working from home today -- clearly, working being the subjective team. We are getting more snow (shocker), Joe ended up getting sick last night and Finn was up from 3-5:50 AM. Those

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-86801348317564668562010-02-04T20:19:00.000-06:002010-02-04T21:31:01.188-06:00

New Years Resolution:Remember you have a blog. Update said blog - clearly already dropped the ball on that one as its Feb 4th & its the first time I have updates. Not to be pregnant again in 2010. I have been pregnant in 2008 & 2009. That's enough for right now, thanks. So boys and girls, the bitch is back. We have LOADS to talk about, so lets not waste anymore time. Mom-ville. Momville is my new

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-29958583018109999432009-10-10T10:51:00.003-05:002009-10-10T11:45:57.458-05:00

I think that it is fair to say that at some time in most of our lives, the following sentence has escaped our lips..."I will never act/say that like my mother".As a teenager, you cling to that. I mean, who would want to act like a woman rocking a denim jumper with an apple/teddy bear/sunflower motif on the front and the surburban housewife helmet hair mold?-- and for the record, the denim jumper

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-1534596918733177502009-09-30T22:34:00.001-05:002009-10-01T10:28:29.657-05:00

Remember when you were like, 23/24 and EVERY weekend for the entire summer was spent at weddings. And odds were good, you were in one or four of them.Yes - I remember it well. And there are still more than a few dresses hanging in the closet to remind me. And, no its not some 27 Dresses type thing -- There really is only like, 4 of em' in there.Suffice it to say, I thought we were long past those

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-60448771985978545442009-09-24T09:29:00.010-05:002009-09-24T18:54:41.940-05:00

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.Not to be Debbie Downer or anything, but sorta a big deal in the Smith household. For a lot of reasons. Its one of those things that is a little bit of a bitter pill. Part of me is always so proud and blown away by the courage of the survivors. And they should be celebrated. Part of me really struggles with why we had to be on the other end of it. What

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-58004710134865114102009-09-19T07:53:00.005-05:002009-09-19T09:42:24.871-05:00

Back from the right coast -- that's East coast for those of you not looking at a map. Or just unfamiliar with Meghan speak.5 Whole days in Baltimore. Well -- not quite. 1 day for travel out and 1 day for travel back.Some highlights - you mean I did things other than sitting in a conference room for 3 days, with the same 10 people talking about data models, data loads and ETL processes? Riveting

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-41364504291588689722009-09-14T20:17:00.002-05:002009-09-14T20:29:09.447-05:00

They say that good things come in threes.What about bad things?I think I am **this close** to wrapping up the techie-trifecta of doom.So last week it was the cell phone.Combined with the lack of Internet access at the house.As I type, still no Internet and slowly getting all the contacts re-established in the phone.And then .....And then my leftover pregnancy brain kicked in. Or perhaps it was

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-10515296132190336622009-09-11T14:00:00.004-05:002009-09-11T14:13:44.743-05:00

I know, I know – you all are probably going into some sort of shock at this point due to the fact that I am actually posting more than once in a given month. Or a given 2 months for that matter. But fear not intrepid reader, I have re-committed myself to all things blog-tastic and so on we go….My first thought, why are short weeks always the longest weeks? With Monday being the holiday it just

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-82616929196337420202009-09-01T15:43:00.002-05:002009-09-01T15:48:39.219-05:00

Hello out there intrepid reader. I know, I know. Its been WAAAY too long since I have posted. And what you ask, has kept me from the keyboard and any relevant updates on this redheads world?Trading gossip quips with Perez Hilton?Snark-fest 09’ with Chelsea Lately?Pilgrimage to LA for MJ’s funeral?Lounging on the tropical shores of Ibiza with a cocktail in one hand and an attentive pool boy

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-48758049250618223182009-06-22T21:10:00.002-05:002009-06-22T21:20:29.146-05:00

Make sure you get the gifts ordered on time from the online store.Make sure you get cards ahead of time to have a remote chance at one that isn't either DUMB or too sappy.Don't forget gift wrap for the ONE gift you did manage to get ahead of time.These are a few of the things that I learned this weekend. We had a really great time. I will get the pictures downloaded sometime this week. I will say

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-52216611540964622012009-06-17T21:18:00.004-05:002009-06-18T10:23:05.268-05:00

Its true.Alive and well. Well, depends on your definition of well.We have been all over the map and back in the last, oh shit -- month since I have posted.That is the first time I have actually looked at the last post date. I keep telling myself I need to update the blog.My intentions dear reader ( I dare not assume that there are multiples of you still out there) are sincere.Its just the falling

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-35958298675489393652009-05-19T20:36:00.004-05:002009-05-19T21:40:19.398-05:00

Its becoming a familiar refrain.Mea culpea that is.The other is "I've been meaning to update the blog but I got busy, tired, occupied, busy, tired.. you get the idea.So here I am, typing away vigorously to get out of my head the many things that I need to share with you the few faithful that check this thing on occasion -- and yes, you know who you are.Bitch please.That's for Courtney.Prior to

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-69182199171179686412009-05-06T09:36:00.002-05:002009-05-06T09:38:11.657-05:00

I should have a ton to tell you about.And I do, but I have to share this with you right now.I just got an email from one of our admin's and it is discussing our "TPS Reports"No irony.No sarcasm.Just earnest, legitimate intent.I am officially working in "Office Space" - except its real life.Now Listening: To my phone ring. I should answer it.

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-23579434545057380632009-04-28T16:21:00.002-05:002009-04-28T16:25:06.004-05:00

Hello?"Hello Back" the vast emptiness of the Ethernet responds.Yes, its true boys and girls. When one has a blog, it is considered in good manners to post on said blog.Thus, I throw myself at the mercy of the one or two of you that still check this thing for posts and will hardily resume my rambling ways.It would seem that the ensuing lapse of time since last we visited would have me with many,

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-79802764402268909342009-04-16T10:00:00.004-05:002009-04-16T11:27:25.502-05:00

Finally a quiz I can get behind.Not that I really want to know the answer, and this isn't a Facebook quiz to tell me what "Sex in the City" character you are - Miranda, for the record.Nope - this one is a in-your-face indictment of your time management and your priorities. Or what you think your priorities are (should be?)Take the quiz hereAnd here are my results.I don't drive as much as the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-33446243766606192112009-04-15T14:14:00.001-05:002009-04-15T14:46:04.495-05:00

I don't make a habit of looking back. It tends to muddy waters that have already been sufficiently muddied. And, that whole 20/20 vision in the rear view mirror thing.But today, did cause me a moment of pause.And for the record, I really don't make a habit of looking back on tax day. That is often a very painful recollection. At least for the last few years.No - today marks the two year

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-45734066686554680582009-04-13T12:24:00.000-05:002009-04-13T12:25:01.514-05:00

Happy Belated Easter to everyone.Yes, like all the other C & E Catholics, we went and got our God on yesterday. That's Christmas and Easter Catholics for those of you not in-the-know.I remember how much my parents used to get annoyed with the C & E's because it meant that we had to be at Mass like, 800 hours before things started just to get a seat. And we were there every week.That was my

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-85845542978543356572009-04-08T15:49:00.001-05:002009-04-09T15:56:03.198-05:00

I am opinionated.Of that there is little debate. And I do like to at least think that my opinions are well thought out and bare some merit on their own standing.I throw this out there as I am about to go on a little rant about an article I read yesterday.You can read the article here on CNN.comFirst of all, it took me a few sentences into said article for me to realize that I am now one of the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-8142607584279136372009-04-06T14:46:00.000-05:002009-04-06T14:47:18.975-05:00

Clearly I don't have an issue saying what's on my mind.And clearly, there are few topics that I won't touch in my ramblings.I feel that is ok as this is a place for me to dump the contents of my brain and people can choose to read or not.Unlike, say TV.And there are those that would argue, if you don't like what you are watching, change the channel.Makes sense.Except when it is a commercial that

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-33266590173535633742009-04-02T11:14:00.002-05:002009-04-02T11:26:58.672-05:00

Oh, the things they don't tell you.To say that pregnancy and the birth process is a well documented experience, is sorta like saying the sky is blue. I mean, come on -- when a Playboy Bunny can write a book about it, then you know the cannon is fairly well covered. That's Jenny McCarthy for those of you that didn't know.I felt then, that there was little that I could offer to the world in terms

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-20154332513508303272009-03-31T14:17:00.000-05:002009-03-31T14:19:00.431-05:00

Mea culpa.I have been very bad about posting lately. For what its worth, had a bit of a change in the schedule. Went back to work last week.Uh huh.Generally speaking, it wasn't all that horrible. I believe it was made easier due to two factors. 1) I was only working at the office half days and "working" from home the other half. 2) Finn still isn't in daycare.The original plan was to take the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-8495669618732186192009-03-18T11:42:00.004-05:002009-03-18T22:59:26.519-05:00

What's that? I have things to say?No, I don't believe it. And there is more than one thing on your mind?Blasphemy she says.So - we start with the last weekend.Finn & I took his first road trip down to see his Grandpa and Aunts. And to spend Courtney's birthday with her. Little dude was a champ on the drive down. Is a three hour trip - sorta like that three hour tour that stranded Gilligan --

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-65514168305361705222009-03-10T09:13:00.002-05:002009-03-10T09:47:37.390-05:00

It was time.I could only keep wearing elastic panel pants for so long.I have lost a good chunk (pun intended) of the pregnancy weight. Its crazy though -- I am only 6 lbs off of my pre-pregnancy weight, not that it was a good starting point, but I am carrying it in ways I didn't think possible. Namely in the form of a large tire of goodness around my waist. So I have been wearing the pregnancy

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-74853187880030757952009-03-05T20:28:00.002-06:002009-03-05T22:09:20.193-06:00

I have espoused the great work of Paige Peterson on more than one occasion here. She did my maternity pictures. I mean, come on, when you make a 8-month pregnant woman feel good about pictures, you are doing something right.So we had her back to do Finn's newborn pictures -- that was the plan the whole time. And today I got a sneak preview of the pics -- you can check them out here on Paige's

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-53067735365791777822009-03-01T12:11:00.002-06:002009-03-01T12:27:46.541-06:00

Or adult time.Or Mom & Dad's night out.Also known as the "how I had more than one glass of wine in a 2 hour period"As a belated Valentine's Day outing, Joe got us tickets to go see Andrew Bird here in town. So we decided to make a night of it and went out to dinner as well. And Grandma and Grandpa agreed to babysit.I was a little apprehensive about going out for the night as I am currently the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-11480644141109884112009-02-26T15:45:00.004-06:002009-02-26T16:00:58.224-06:00

I believe I am going to come out of my maternity leave a smarter person.I say this as the lack of quality programming on daytime TV has led me down a viewing path to the Discovery, History and National Geographic channels. Hell, I even watched some Iowa Public Television.Now, I know there is a small section of you that are thinking, TV? Shouldn't you be doing stimulating, yet developmentally

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-71860347154582712242009-02-18T10:46:00.002-06:002009-02-18T13:17:29.291-06:00

So I promised to get better about posting while on leave. Seems I don't have as much to comment on as I am spending most of my days at home, talking to myself or a 3 week old that doesn't respond and thus, don't have much interaction with others to make snarky, bitchy, off-hand comments about.Don't take this as a sign of going soft. Far from it -- motherhood hasn't robbed me entirely of my need

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-92014195954097228272009-02-10T11:42:00.004-06:002009-02-10T12:04:05.451-06:00

Yesterday sucked.Not post-partum. Not overwhelmed with my new responsibilities. Not hormones. Nope, we had a shit day at the casa. We had to put Bailey down yesterday. This is Bailey. He has been around for over 10 years. Through moves, new jobs, relationships -- he never complained. Ok -- maybe he did. I did take to calling him my "cranky old-man". And he was. But he was my cranky old man and I

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-2624374395121846352009-02-07T13:41:00.002-06:002009-02-07T14:07:36.095-06:00

I am still here. Just been slightly distracted the last 10 days or so....I feel like I should have SO much to report on to everyone. So lets start in no particular orderHormones. Those whirling dervishes of goodness that were the bain of my existence during pregnancy are wielding their considerable power again. This time in the form of extreme emotional outbursts. Today it was those stupid ASPCA

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-76542611137535669932009-01-29T15:46:00.004-06:002009-01-29T16:12:25.764-06:00

or the story of how my belly button came back. The Little Leprechaun made his arrival. Finally. And we have proof: There he is. Finnian James McConvilleJanuary 25th, 20099 lbs 4 oz (yes, that big) 20.5 inches long Things finally kicked off about 9 PM on Friday night. So yes, when you do the math -- he was born at 4 AM

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-18897908210888628362009-01-20T14:43:00.002-06:002009-01-21T09:24:52.775-06:00

It is done.The era has ended.I felt a huge surge in the force as order was restored.W is out the door. Now we are just faced with cleaning up 8 years of domestic and foreign policy that has left us with the current clustered-state-of-the-union.But its a start.And watching everything yesterday was just really cool.And more than a little jealous of friends that were there in person. But thems the

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-75998687110314084072009-01-15T13:07:00.002-06:002009-01-15T13:18:21.906-06:00

I know this has been all over the news, but I still have to share.It is cold today.I mean, like witch-tit cold. Although not knowing any witches, or their mammary temperatures, I cannot attest to how cold that really is -- but its COLD people.Let me lay this out for you in the best way possible.We hit the high today at about 10 AM.The HIGH -- as in, the most the temperature was going to be today

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-48806520286718774022009-01-13T13:24:00.002-06:002009-01-14T14:03:21.044-06:00

Not sure how many of you are actually familiar with the 80/20 rule. We use it a lot in my line of work.But here is the official definition from Wikipedia:The Pareto principle (also known as the 80-20 rule,[1] thelaw of the vital few and the principle of factor sparsity) states that, for manyevents, roughly 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes.[2][3]Business management thinker Joseph M.

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-63378617809168006312009-01-12T11:08:00.003-06:002009-01-12T11:27:53.109-06:00

Got a call from my brother yesterday.This in and of itself, is not that unusual -- but he was calling from the airport where he was sitting with his battalion getting ready to get on a military transport on his way to Iraq.For the third time.This deployment got to me. Not sure why.Well, I think anytime you send people to war, it should be cause for concern. It just seems like how many times does

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-68331332018109086252009-01-10T15:22:00.005-06:002009-01-10T20:09:30.484-06:00

Hit what should be the last of the pregnancy milestones today --We are down to single digits on the countdown.9 "official" days to go.The only thing left at this point is to have this kid.Which for someone who plans for a living, this "just wait it out" theory is really more than I can handle. But I don't have much of a choice in the matter.Now I am in the horrible position of trying to decide -

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-13775547479593983452009-01-09T11:41:00.003-06:002009-01-09T12:39:55.042-06:00

I will readily admit, the pregnancy roller-coaster has been an interesting one. You never know what is around the next corner ...loop-de-loopupside-down-triple-spiral90-degree-drop-straight-downAnd we are in the first seat of the first car for this ride, so its all just in your face.The newest one has manifested itself in the last few days and is frankly, gross.That of course, is my disclaimer. I

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-85597253520586449102009-01-08T14:09:00.003-06:002009-01-08T14:13:44.139-06:00

Blah.I feel like I should have lots to report to you, loyal reader. But, alas -- I am without inspiration today.Really, don't even have anything to bitch about.I mean, I am sure there is SOMETHING I could bitch about, but at this very moment, I am drawing a big, fat blank.So - I will move on and go with a whole lotta nuthin'Now Listening: The Mysterious Production of Eggs by Andrew Bird

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-13706150863210151602009-01-06T09:25:00.004-06:002009-01-06T10:33:31.110-06:00

While we are not giving an over/under for this kids arrival, I have been keeping an eye on the "bets" that have come in for the size and delivery stats.A few things for the record.I should have had a cheap buy-in -- even at $5 I would have made some money. Damn hindsight. Some of you really don't like me -- you have some huge baby weight on your votes. Just remember karma is a bitch. While my

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-2074277759176981572009-01-05T09:08:00.004-06:002009-01-05T09:23:53.056-06:00

I really hate it when a day ostensibly starts off well. On a Monday no less, and then goes to crap in like, 0.05 seconds.I mean, last night I got to kick off new tv week with a whole new season of Rock of Love 3 on Vh1.Its trashier.Its WAY more fake boobier.Its drunker (is that possible?)And its on tour bitches!!!Yes, Bret is taking his quest for love on the road. God love him.So, 12 weeks of

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-82261946277553929122008-12-30T08:53:00.002-06:002008-12-30T09:12:14.703-06:00

And staying put.More baby updates later.Hope everyone had a great Christmas & Hanukkah. We celebrated in fine style at the house. Had something going on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and the day after. And in true Irish fashion, the collective masses knocked back some serious libations. I mean, I surveyed my kitchen the morning after Christmas and was frankly in shock at the number of cans and

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-71416451179784287882008-12-23T13:34:00.003-06:002008-12-23T13:48:03.851-06:00

Had the first of the weekly appointments today with the doctor.This is both a good thing and a colossal pain in the ass.It is good in that it means that we are down to the final count.It is a colossal pain in the ass in that I have to go the doctor EVERY WEEK.And this isn't your typical drive-thru appointment any more.No, we have reached, well lets just say, the more invasive portion of our

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-61302988676202944092008-12-19T08:46:00.003-06:002008-12-19T11:05:20.096-06:00

For those of you that don't live in Iowa -- I know there are a few of you out there -- you would have thought that the world was coming to an icy end yesterday.We were slated to be at the center of the perfect winter storm. Snow from the north, sleet & freezing rain from the south. The newscasts were full of warnings, emergency procedures and general wrath of god type stuff.Keep in mind, this is

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-44279939893987941372008-12-17T08:30:00.003-06:002008-12-17T08:32:27.843-06:00

Sign # 12873 that the Apocalypse is upon us:Heard on the radio this morning on the way to work...Well, things are looking good in the metro. Looking for a much warmer day today, so enjoy it. Currently the temperature is 4 degrees and we are looking at a high of 22.Go ahead.Digest that for a minute.And all that before coffee.Now Listening: Autopilot by The Samples

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-15482338505411966992008-12-14T20:38:00.003-06:002008-12-14T23:02:14.757-06:00

I will admit it, I am a cat person.I better admit it, I have three of them. This does of course, bring me dangerously close to being the crazy cat lady. I have solved this problem by moving in with a boy and having a kid. At that point, the people to cat ratio will be back to 1:1. I think that absolves me from spending my life in layered cardigan sweaters covered in cat hair and losing track of

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-33240888349667246712008-12-10T13:03:00.003-06:002008-12-10T13:10:43.166-06:00

Did you ever see Madagascar? Either one, it doesn't matter.The reason I ask. You know those monkeys that are in it? One doesn't speak -- just drinks coffee and flings poo, the other speaks with an English accent?Yeah, I am convinced that those two monkeys could do a better job than some of the people that I work with.Yes, you read that correctly. Fictional, cartoon characters -- monkey's no less

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-41284861702089420672008-12-07T09:18:00.003-06:002008-12-08T14:09:53.280-06:00

We had our sitting yesterday for our maternity pictures. Used a great photographer here in town, Paige Peterson. She is around our age, way laid back, super cool aesthetic and just liked her work. I decided to do them for a number of reasons. I haven't had professional pictures taken in AGES. I mean, I have been in some weddings and such, but the focus of those events clearly is never me. Also,

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-45705643840086203482008-12-05T11:03:00.004-06:002008-12-05T12:45:34.067-06:00

Book club on Wednesday created a whole new month for us here in the heartland.The month of Des Moines. Courtesy of our good friend -- Carissa.Outside of the center of the universe known as book club, it is technically the month of December. But how fun is that?Among the many topics we covered at the gathering -- aside from the book, which we did actually discuss, at least a little bit were:Eating

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-68185817155397050762008-12-03T12:53:00.002-06:002008-12-03T13:10:54.811-06:00

We had our last birthing class last night!Hooray!Can't believe it has been 6 weeks.Holy crap, here's hoping we don't forget everything in the next 6 weeks.The entire last night was spent in two ways. One: a full blown labor dry-run and Two: touring the maternity ward.Let's just say that if I can squeeze the entire labor process into one hour like we did last night, I am SO golden.Right.It was a

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-28671542362961934042008-12-02T13:11:00.002-06:002008-12-02T13:22:17.032-06:00

Does not keep the doctor away when you are knocked up.NOTHING keeps the doctor away when you are knocked up except other knocked up ladies.Learned that one yesterday.Had my appointment in the afternoon. Joe was unable to make this one due to some work stuff. Really not a biggie, the appointments have become pretty routine at this point. The high points being:pee in cup get weighedblood

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-9265705043687891142008-12-01T09:29:00.003-06:002008-12-01T13:17:45.621-06:00

Makes people drive like idiots.Snow people, I am talking about snow. Get those filthy minds out of the gutter. But we will get to that Monday morning rant in a bit. I survived. Yes, the official start of the holiday season is upon us and it was ushered in among a waterfall of wine, beer, turkey, shopping & well, general family overload. I hope yours was the same as there really is nothing like it

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-54145464379708484672008-11-26T08:57:00.002-06:002008-11-26T09:11:52.029-06:00

Yesterday was Thank You/Fun Day at work.With some Ugly Shirt/Tie competition thrown in for good measure.Yes, it smacked of a scene from Office Space, complete with pre-determined funny clothing (Hawaiian shirts vs. ugly ties -- really one in the same)My thinking on Fun Day is if you have to designate a day as FUN, then it probably won't be.There were games. Food. Hourly drawings. Balloons. I mean

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-89431634863461386172008-11-24T20:38:00.002-06:002008-11-24T20:54:30.304-06:00

Lots of stuff.Specifically, lots of baby stuff. So I went home this weekend for a shower with my mom's friends. We had a really nice time. Good to see everyone and they went a little overboard. I now have another huge pile of stuff in the living room that we need to go through and wash, and of course write thank-you notes for.Side note: I do have the thank yous from the last shower done, I just

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-56739416541643361232008-11-20T14:16:00.002-06:002008-11-20T14:35:35.352-06:00

So last night was the Dropkick Murphys show.It was as one of my friends commented, like "a really INTENSE St. Patrick's Day celebration"And that it was.Loud. Punk. HOT. Mosh-pit filled. Body-surfing. Stage Diving. Copious amounts of booze. More than 10 guys in kilts.All with bagpipes in the background.Your run-of-the-mill-Wednesday night at our house.Or not.But we had a good time. It was one of

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-77214775505961348002008-11-19T15:05:00.003-06:002008-11-19T15:19:06.432-06:00

Three.Not 42.- that was a Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy reference for those of you not in the know.The question then ....How many actual birth videos did they plan on showing us in our birthing classes to freak us out?And last night was the big night. After 4 weeks of breathing and assorted position practicing -- they hit us with the big dog.Birth videos on a large screen.Whee.I mean yes - we

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-67479647422606507682008-11-18T11:30:00.003-06:002008-11-18T13:14:01.144-06:00

Hm. I feel like I should have lots to share today -- but not so much.Work is loco. My boss gave his notice yesterday, so this opens Pandora's Box for the work place.Without going into a slew of meaningless detail for most of you it comes down to this --- do I apply for his job or not? It would be a shift in responsibilities (obviously). But 1) do I want those changing responsibilities and 2) do I

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-60609314165986901172008-11-14T09:19:00.003-06:002008-11-14T11:19:48.059-06:00

Who me? Bitch?No, I don't believe it.I know everyone says, don't complain unless you have a solution to offer up.That is a mantra that this girl doesn't necessarily subscribe to. And when I say necessarily, I mean -- for the most part -- never. Sometimes you have to just get it off your chest.(See my entire archive of blog posts as a prime example)So here it is, straight from Dilbert-ville.I work

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-7868719982532004852008-11-10T20:52:00.003-06:002008-11-10T21:07:58.493-06:00

Rarely do I create two entries in a single day.But had something that I needed to get out of my head and wanted to make sure that I got it right.So we know that today was ironic Monday. I am still shaking my head over the whole Suburban driver looking for fuel efficiency.This evening, I get home and it has been a bitch of a day. Didn't roll home until about 6:30/7:00. It was raining and cold. I

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-77028895015719680152008-11-10T09:39:00.002-06:002008-11-10T09:47:19.613-06:00

Man do I love a good Monday.Really. They are like, my FAVORITE EVER.I was sitting on the off-ramp this morning on my way to work, waiting for the light to change when I looked up at the car in front of me.It was a white Suburban. And it had the following bumper sticker on it:Drill Here. Drill Now. Save Today.And the background image was a gas pump.Now - I can honestly say I haven't done a ton of

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-25687620323559765062008-11-09T12:11:00.006-06:002008-11-10T09:29:00.726-06:00

Ok - So for whatever reason, I am having issues getting these pictures formatted the way that I want them. And keep in mind, I took these with my cell phone as the "real" camera is on the fritz. But this is the furniture that is in the nursery. Of course, there is nothing on the wall, no rug, no bedding -- hell, no mattress at this point, but you start to get the general idea. And we still have a

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-73207540947374556562008-11-07T13:31:00.002-06:002008-11-07T13:47:31.630-06:00

Its food day here at work.Well, not an "official" food day. Its a birthday celebration. And around here that means food.Lots of it.Bad for you food.Krispy KremesAssorted danishesDipsChipsCakeMore cakeAnd so on...So what have I been doing all day?You guessed it.The slow graze.A little here.A little there.All day.Almost on the hour.And what did I have for lunch? Which is silly as I really didn't

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-84335773093293131572008-11-06T09:29:00.002-06:002008-11-06T09:37:36.946-06:00

ThatIsTodayGetting out of bed. Momentous.Shower - like 20 minutes.Getting dressed -this was the big one. If you felt a huge surge in the cosmos this morning it was the Cosmos in fact, kicking my ass when it came to a outfit that fit and didn't make me look like a human tent. Suffice it so say, I am invoking a "casual day" card at work and sporting the jeans.Coffee - 4 cars deep on the drive-thru

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-27851839251889193742008-11-05T13:29:00.004-06:002008-11-07T09:14:02.885-06:00

Wow.Wow.And wow.What a cool night last night. Historically cool.I was unable to watch a good chunk of the returns, as we were in class learning to breathe.But mad thanks to Nate for keeping the text messages flowing with updates. We did get home in time to see both the concession and acceptance speeches of each candidate.It was overwhelming.Even my sisters were gracious. Which was a little odd. I

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We have made it.As a nation, the big day is here. No more ads, no more rallies, no more SNL parodies (sadness).Go vote people.I did.Although I was ultimately let down as I didn't get an "I Voted" sticker. I mean, come on -- its the accessory of the year.I was bummed. But getting over it, thanks for asking.We did have a small glitch in the process this morning.Not the long lines, I waited until

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Its baby week at our house.which I should probably view as a preview of things to come --like every week will be baby week.But up to this point, we haven't had this much baby-ness in a given 5 day span.Sunday - baby shower.Monday - nursery furniture arrivesTuesday - start birthing classes/put together the crib -- the dresser was already assembled.Wednesday - interview doulaThursday - hire

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Where to start? Lots to catch up.Lets start with the freshest little nugget in ye' olde' noggin.They tell you pretty early on that when you get pregnant your dreams have the possibility of hitting the outer stratosphere of craziness. Some blame it on hormones -- which for the record, I think is the medical communities fall back answer for everything odd in pregnancy that they don't understand --

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I think that the road trip is a quintessential American rite of passage. I mean, don't get me wrong, jumping on a train and going to another country a la Europe is pretty cool.But -- logging the time in the car, the combo of the company you keep in a very small space, the right tunes on the radio and the ever present truck stop make them a uniquely American thing to do.I mean, we have movies,

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I think there is this poster child pregnant woman that everyone has in their minds when the topic comes up.Some rapidly ballooning, hormone laden, irrational, large ankled woman on the verge of losing it and only staying sane with a gallon of ice cream in one hand and a large vat of pickles in the other.Clearly this is not the case.I mean, I haven't craved pickles at all.Seriously though -- it

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Its been a week.Just one thing after another.So much so, that even my normal amount of bitching seems extreme to me.Which is saying alot.But I think the cherry on the sundae came yesterday.I have sorta begun to insulate myself from the annoyance that comes with the following questions:"How are you feeling?"Now, I know people are asking because they care --at least I have deluded myself into

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I will readily admit that I am not the most patient person on the planet.Or really at all.But I am trying and that should count for something, right?So its a Monday, I have slept like crap the night before. I know, I know"Meghan" you are saying to yourself, "you got the ok to take a little something to help you sleep."Well, yes I did. Except when you wake up at 1:30 AM and the alarm goes off at 6

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I know, I know. I have been a bad, bad blogger. My excuses for what they are worth, and in no particular order:Lack of sleep. I have been battling some serious insomnia the last few days. Work has been loco. Which at this point I am sure you are sick of hearing about, but the last week/week and a half has been off the charts. Slow build up of stories to share with you all. Motivation. Not gonna

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Revealing fact # 374 about living with Joe.His alarm clock is the loudest thing I have EVER heard.I am not a light sleeper. I have -- in the past anyway -- slept through tornado warnings, alarms at finals time, bats in my house and who knows what else. Now, I don't sleep as well but that is because I have to get up several times a night to use the bathroom. Which for someone who likes their sleep

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107029744529779991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372953.post-58279605973074522952008-09-25T11:34:00.004-05:002008-09-25T11:43:04.157-05:00

Its no secret that I would have either Jon Stewart or Stephen Colberts love child.Technically, its not a secret that I having Joe's - maybe in my current situation, that statement doesn't carry as much weight.Appearances aside, I would. I would adore having a smart-ass, snarky little one running around telling me what to do.Actually, I might just get my wish.Moving on.I am religious in my

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I know you all have seen the commercial. It is for either MasterCard or Visa. There is a scene (coffee shop, deli or garden supply store) and there is a creative, symbiotic relationship between the people, the product and the assorted retail workers. Its like a Snow White scene for the 21st century.All the while fueled by copious charging against the aforementioned MasterCard or Visa. It is a

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Iowa is a bike state.Big time.And I don't mean motorbikes...I mean, pedal, work your butt off (or get the right calluses) bicycles.We have trails. And major events.There is RAGBRAI (Registers(as in Des Moines Register) Annual Great Bike Race Across Iowa) which I detailed once upon a time -- ok, in digging that one up a LONG time ago.People do all day bike rides/pub crawls - which I think could be

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Had a rather enjoyable evening last night.Managed to score a last minute ticket to go see Neko Case in concert here in the big DSM. She of a number of solo, what I would call Alt-Country albums and The New Pornographers fame.Suffice it to say, when the good tunes come through town, you need to go to the show. And so, courtesy of my friend Liz, I was able to get in on the action.The show was

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