Now Watching: The Daily Show
So, got to go to the Quad Cities today...
Go ahead, envy me.
Really... green yet??
Envy anyone??
Alright, I will stop.
So I am cruising down I-80 headed East .... and just before you hit the Quad Cities, you hit the WORLD'S LARGEST TRUCKSTOP
Drum roll....
**Iowa 80**
Lets take a look at all the beauty that you can find at this place...
Iowa Shot Glass -- check
POW/MIA Badge for your leather vest -- check
Puerto Rican Flag -- check
Wrench -- check
Ceramic Wolf Statue -- check
Bald Eagle/American Flag t-shirt -- check
oh, and for good measure, lets throw in a crystal dolphin and a china doll for the kids.
This place is mecca for all that is fruitful and trucky.
So today, as I am driving by, there is a huge sign advertising the "Iowa 80 Truck Jamboree" -- BBQ, vendors and a beauty competition -- FOR YOUR TRUCK!!
A freakin' 16 wheeler beauty competition.
This is the state that I live in.
So worked all the live long day in the lovely downtown of Moline, IL.
And while I was toiling away I found this little story....
I have been trumped. My potential of literary glory is now gone. The british chick stole my book. Before I even did anything about it. I am a slacker.
Nothing new on the boy front. The Love Guru is slacking as well. Frankly, I am going to open a can on him if things don't get better before tomorrow AM. If I don't, Martine certainly will.
Ok - short one for tonight. I have to go hang with my cats -- they currently hate me.
I leave you with this...
As Chris pointed out this weekend.
Shaun of the Dead
See the movie. It is hysterical.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Independence Day, Jason Vorhees & Wal-Mart
Now watching: The Daily Show
And yes, it is a re-run and it is STILL funny.
Happy belated 4th of July. I am pleased to report that I managed to get out of town for FOUR WHOLE DAYS and was out of cell phone range for pretty much the whole time.
Didn't watch TV.
Went up to Decorah, IA. Doesn't sound like much. Let me say, it is an amazing part of the state. Really beautiful. We rented a cabin like 15 miles outside of town. Well done Nate. He found the place. Slept like 10 people. Really cool cabin, lots of room, fire pit and the smelly-iest water I have ever showered in for like 4 days.
We went biking -- 20 miles, very pretty. Caught a Greg Brown concert that night in this amazing farm that saves and protects all types of seeds. We had a great night until Martine's sister Claire did the hail dance. She frolic'd and brought the rain and hail. It was short. So the concert was cool... and wet.
Canoeing all day down the Upper Iowa River. Had a blast. Martine and I made our canoe run on GRRRLL power. We did mange to flip the canoe. In all fairness, we were racing. We won. And then turned over.
We also managed to get some hiking in as well. And played the WORST boardgame ever. I mean ever.
So suffice it to say, we managed to make it through the weekend without being hacked to pieces by an axe murderer from the summer camp down the street. I think it was because there was not any promiscious teen-age sex going on. Or any virgins. Take your pick.
Did I mention that the only thing that I drank for 4 days was water, coffee, beer and wine.
That and SPF 30 -- SPORT was my new best friend.
Made it home in time on Wednesday to accidentally stumble onto a fireworks display.... in a Wal-Mart parking lot. I ask you, what could be more American than that? Well... how about the white trash 96' Pontiac -- whatever model it was -- parked next to us, wife beater in full effect telling Nate to "Turn that music off, I am only telling you once" --
We were listening to the 1812 Overture.
Yes. Highly offensive.
Especially when it comes to fireworks.
Perhaps we should have had the Skynard cranked. That would have made him happy. And to top it off, the fireworks display really felt like it had come from... Wal-Mart.
Here's to the land of the free and home of the wife beater!!!
So came back home and went from there. Nothing doing on the ground. Usual shit. Work, work and more work. The guy front is a little weird. I had to have a little one sided conversation with the Love Guru. Reminded him that when I said, I didn't want to date people with kids.... I sorta meant it. So we are waiting on the next one. I am sure this is part of the process. Or maybe I am just destined to be with a 40 year old divorecee with a kid.
The fates must have it out for me.
And in the biggest news of the week .....
Our good friends and dear members of the Urban Family, Jess and Adam got engaged yesterday.
So nothing but the utmost congrats to those kids. They deserve all the best. We are celebrating the news tomorrow over at Nate and Martines.
So that should bring us up to date in Meghan's bi-monthly posting. I must get better.
And yes, it is a re-run and it is STILL funny.
Happy belated 4th of July. I am pleased to report that I managed to get out of town for FOUR WHOLE DAYS and was out of cell phone range for pretty much the whole time.
Didn't watch TV.
Went up to Decorah, IA. Doesn't sound like much. Let me say, it is an amazing part of the state. Really beautiful. We rented a cabin like 15 miles outside of town. Well done Nate. He found the place. Slept like 10 people. Really cool cabin, lots of room, fire pit and the smelly-iest water I have ever showered in for like 4 days.
We went biking -- 20 miles, very pretty. Caught a Greg Brown concert that night in this amazing farm that saves and protects all types of seeds. We had a great night until Martine's sister Claire did the hail dance. She frolic'd and brought the rain and hail. It was short. So the concert was cool... and wet.
Canoeing all day down the Upper Iowa River. Had a blast. Martine and I made our canoe run on GRRRLL power. We did mange to flip the canoe. In all fairness, we were racing. We won. And then turned over.
We also managed to get some hiking in as well. And played the WORST boardgame ever. I mean ever.
So suffice it to say, we managed to make it through the weekend without being hacked to pieces by an axe murderer from the summer camp down the street. I think it was because there was not any promiscious teen-age sex going on. Or any virgins. Take your pick.
Did I mention that the only thing that I drank for 4 days was water, coffee, beer and wine.
That and SPF 30 -- SPORT was my new best friend.
Made it home in time on Wednesday to accidentally stumble onto a fireworks display.... in a Wal-Mart parking lot. I ask you, what could be more American than that? Well... how about the white trash 96' Pontiac -- whatever model it was -- parked next to us, wife beater in full effect telling Nate to "Turn that music off, I am only telling you once" --
We were listening to the 1812 Overture.
Yes. Highly offensive.
Especially when it comes to fireworks.
Perhaps we should have had the Skynard cranked. That would have made him happy. And to top it off, the fireworks display really felt like it had come from... Wal-Mart.
Here's to the land of the free and home of the wife beater!!!
So came back home and went from there. Nothing doing on the ground. Usual shit. Work, work and more work. The guy front is a little weird. I had to have a little one sided conversation with the Love Guru. Reminded him that when I said, I didn't want to date people with kids.... I sorta meant it. So we are waiting on the next one. I am sure this is part of the process. Or maybe I am just destined to be with a 40 year old divorecee with a kid.
The fates must have it out for me.
And in the biggest news of the week .....
Our good friends and dear members of the Urban Family, Jess and Adam got engaged yesterday.
So nothing but the utmost congrats to those kids. They deserve all the best. We are celebrating the news tomorrow over at Nate and Martines.
So that should bring us up to date in Meghan's bi-monthly posting. I must get better.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Lunch 101
Now Listening: KT Tunstall
Ok - this is annoying as all hell.
Its simple. You go into a sandwich shop.
Could be any sandwich shop. But for arguments sake, lets says it is also a BAGEL shop.
On the wall is a well thought out, professionally made sign letting you know what sandwiches you can have made for your lunchtime enjoyment.
You order one of the house specialties.
You think, hm... I shall enjoy this lovely sandwich while dining at my desk.
You even ask the smiling person behind the counter " Does that have the Thai Peanut Sauce on it?" to which she replies "Oh, it comes on the side"
You pay -- too much as usual.
And go back to your desk. Open the bag in eager anticipation of the lunch-y goodness that awaits you and realize....
The cute smiling MoMo who made your sandwich doesn't know the difference between Peanut Sauce and Peanut Butter.
I think this might be like, the 5th sign that the apocalypse is upon us.
Meanwhile, my sandwich sucked.
Ok - this is annoying as all hell.
Its simple. You go into a sandwich shop.
Could be any sandwich shop. But for arguments sake, lets says it is also a BAGEL shop.
On the wall is a well thought out, professionally made sign letting you know what sandwiches you can have made for your lunchtime enjoyment.
You order one of the house specialties.
You think, hm... I shall enjoy this lovely sandwich while dining at my desk.
You even ask the smiling person behind the counter " Does that have the Thai Peanut Sauce on it?" to which she replies "Oh, it comes on the side"
You pay -- too much as usual.
And go back to your desk. Open the bag in eager anticipation of the lunch-y goodness that awaits you and realize....
The cute smiling MoMo who made your sandwich doesn't know the difference between Peanut Sauce and Peanut Butter.
I think this might be like, the 5th sign that the apocalypse is upon us.
Meanwhile, my sandwich sucked.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Back By Popular Demand
Now Watching: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
So there are enough of you that read this that have given me a ration of crap over my lack of posting lately.
Well played all of you.
Well played, indeed.
Its just that I have been working like a crazy woman and the last thing that has held my interest when i get home is actually firing up the computer.
That and the online thing has been in a holding pattern....
That is until late last week/early this week.
The first one has arrived.
Jason the Love Guru has chosen and he has sent Mark my way.
Mark is 39. A banker. Sounds like a nice enough guy.
Cute. Dark hair.
To the best of my knowledge: No children, does not think of Applebee's as a culinary delight, spells well and from what I can tell, doesn't believe that NASCAR is a clothing style. Or a lifestyle for that matter.
So now I am in waiting pattern. According the Love Guru -- we are to wait a few days and see what happens.
Ps - Chewie rocks. So does Yoda.
"The boy you trained, gone he is"
Yoda is one bad-ass little green man.
Not sure exactly what the next steps are. Jason is supposed to let me know when he hears back from the match and then we go from there.
I did have a birthday this week. Let me tell you -- with every year after 30 the need for celebration gets less and less enticing. Especially when your b-day is a monday.
Bleh.
But much love to all those that came out for drinks and stuck around for dinner.
I had a good night.
On an additional side note, i have turned into a lazy pig.
Since Martine went all Bruce Lee on me and busted up her knee, I have been minus a work out partner.
And without a workout partner, I just don't quite have the energy to get up in the AM.
I have to be the only person who puts on weight in the summer and loses it in the winter.
Makes PERFECT sense.
But is it the principle people.
So there it is. A short update at best. But a start it is.
Back on the wagon I jump.
Giddy-Up
So there are enough of you that read this that have given me a ration of crap over my lack of posting lately.
Well played all of you.
Well played, indeed.
Its just that I have been working like a crazy woman and the last thing that has held my interest when i get home is actually firing up the computer.
That and the online thing has been in a holding pattern....
That is until late last week/early this week.
The first one has arrived.
Jason the Love Guru has chosen and he has sent Mark my way.
Mark is 39. A banker. Sounds like a nice enough guy.
Cute. Dark hair.
To the best of my knowledge: No children, does not think of Applebee's as a culinary delight, spells well and from what I can tell, doesn't believe that NASCAR is a clothing style. Or a lifestyle for that matter.
So now I am in waiting pattern. According the Love Guru -- we are to wait a few days and see what happens.
Ps - Chewie rocks. So does Yoda.
"The boy you trained, gone he is"
Yoda is one bad-ass little green man.
Not sure exactly what the next steps are. Jason is supposed to let me know when he hears back from the match and then we go from there.
I did have a birthday this week. Let me tell you -- with every year after 30 the need for celebration gets less and less enticing. Especially when your b-day is a monday.
Bleh.
But much love to all those that came out for drinks and stuck around for dinner.
I had a good night.
On an additional side note, i have turned into a lazy pig.
Since Martine went all Bruce Lee on me and busted up her knee, I have been minus a work out partner.
And without a workout partner, I just don't quite have the energy to get up in the AM.
I have to be the only person who puts on weight in the summer and loses it in the winter.
Makes PERFECT sense.
- Tank Top = more celulite.
- Turtleneck = 6 pack abs.
But is it the principle people.
So there it is. A short update at best. But a start it is.
Back on the wagon I jump.
Giddy-Up
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