Huzzah for comfy quilt and good friends

So, after being agitated for more than a couple of months, I decided to go out and buy myself a NEW sewing machine. Mine was from the 70's. Don't get me wrong, Im thankful to my grandma for giving it to me, but it was soooo tempermental, and didn't really work without you throwing whatever you are working on to the floor, and crying. It was very sinster.

I now have a brand new, Singer, 65 dollar machine!

Ok, go ahead and "OOOH, AWWWW!"

When I got it, I was way excited, but I had no idea what-so-ever on how to thread it. Lucky for me, Heather, the most crafty cool person I know, was in town and stopped by. Lucker yet, she knew exactly how to thread it, and saved me many hair-ripping-out-hours.

What was my first project? My first memorial to success?

A QUILT FOR MY BABY!!! SQUIRT!!!!

Isn't it gorgeous!?!?! It is brown poka dots, with yellow swirly fabric. I figure since Squirt gets muddy quite often, a brownish yellow was my best bet on not having to wash it frequently.

For those of you who have no idea who Squirt is, he is a little Schnauzer, and he gets shaved alot, so he NEEDS a quit to keep him cozy!!!

Growing up, or what?

I went to have coffee with a couple of people from work today, and what do you know, the said that some people were talking bad about me.
I got a little shaky, but after that, I was fine. Am I growing up? I must be. I know that even a little bit ago, mabye a month ago, this would have reallly bothered me. Maybe it is the people who were talking, but I just didn't really care that much.
There is so much other important stuff in life, that you can't really care what other people think, otherwise, you will not really live the way you want to live.
I think that it was almost liberating to hear that they thought I was weird, because now, I can act TOTALLY weird, or however I want to act, and not be self consious.
It seems when you hit bottom, and have had almost everyone save a few best freinds talk bad about you, that is when you truely start being yourself.

Making History

Today was the inaguration of the first black presedent, Barak Obama. This will go down in history. Like him, dont like him, but there is no denying, this will be put down in history: The first black man is presedent! Yay for a changing country! I knew you could do it America! I know this sounds bad, but I never thought that we WOULD have a black president. There are too many old minds that are prejudice, but I guess the world needed a change, (BADLY!) so here's hopping, Mr. Presedent!

There are some who are born leaders, and then there is me . .

Ok, I think I am a pretty cool boss. I only write people up who really don't know how to work. My other leader in the store however, writes people up for EVERYTHING. She wrote someone up for having a bad tone with her. Oh brother. I swear, every store I work at has a Hitler.
Anyway, my boss thinks she is the shit, and said that my team walks all over me, and they don't respect me, ect ect ect.
Whatever.
Then, she said I needed to write someone up every day, otherwise, I would be on my way out!!!
Why doesn't she do something?
Why does everyone always take the side of the mean, intimidating person, and not stand up for the humbler, laid back people?
As Machivelli said, "It is better to be feared than loved," but why do I have to change? If there is already someone marching around, writing everyone up, why should I do it too, thus making everyone under us miserable?
Seriously, people are afraid of her. No one talks to her, and she spends her whole day following people around, trying to catch them doing something.
But my bosses love her!
And every time the see ME, they say, "Be more couragous, Megan," "You can't be everyone's best friend, Megan,"
lalala
Ok, people respect me, and they do the work that I ask BECAUSE I am nice, and they WANT to do it, not because they are afraid they are going to get fired.
I do need to keep my job. So I am forced to write people up for a while, but I won't be hated. That would make not only me miserable, but the people that I supervise would also be miserable. What happened to being a fun place to work?!>? I know I am not a born leader, but I don't think I am too shabby either.

Throwing this out there for criticizm

Ok, so I have been thinking about teaching for a profession, second or first graders, and then I thought how bratty some kids are, and I almost nicked it off my list. Then I started thinking again.
If I taught small classes, and I mean 5-8 kids, it might not be so bad.
Those of you who know me know that I loveeeee speaking spanish, sooooo
what about an ESL teacher? I can't decide. Please give me imput!

Whine time

Ok, I know that I whine about it all the time, but I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO WORK!!
All I do there is listen to OTHER people whine about stuff, and how this person was mean to this person, . . .sigh . . .I think I should get paid more for having to listen to all this crap instead of just working.
Sometimes it sucks having a weekend off, b/c the whole time, you are just dreading going back to work.

So long, 60 degrees

Last week, it was wonderful. Sixty degrees, capri wearing type of weather. I know it is the middle of January, but I thought, "great! Spring time is comming!" Well, Spring is indeed comming, just not as quickly as I thought it was.

I woke up, and there was 6 inches of snow!!!

I had to shovel the driveway, and I had to stop to carry some of it over to the street, because the shovel got too full, and wouldn't go any further.

My dog enjoyed it though. Everytime I brought the shovel back, and pushed it into the snow, he lept on it like a little cyotie (SP!!) and tried to pounce on it. So cute!!!

Being a bit English

A couple of days ago, I got the hankering to make scones and clotted cream. Really, I was reading my friend Heather's blog, and I saw a picture of her and her mom cooking, and it reminded me of the fabulous clotted cream they make! So, not being able to subdue my cravings with yougart or ice cream, I decided to make clotted cream, and, needing something to put it on, I made scones as well.

WONDERFUL!!! I know they look gross in this picture, but they are delicious! It is all I have been eating for the last couple of days. Scones and clotted cream. Yummm . . .
Heather, I wish I could send you some, my little muse!
I have gotten skinier too!!
Hummm . . .
Perhaps Im on to something. . .
The Clotted Cream and Scone Diet.
Perhaps another name. :)

Sick and Spring time

So, it is 60+ degrees here, and where am I? On the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, watching the new season of the Tudors. Granted, this is probobly where I would be anyway, because the new season just came out Tuesday, but still, it would be lovely if I wernt sick with this damm cold thing. I can't enjoy anything when I am sick. Sleeping, eating, everything hurts when you have a sore throat, achy ear, and a runny nose. (I had to wash my pillow case twice already!!! ) If that isn't bad enough, Matt has gone back to school, so he can't nurse me back to heath like he could when he was off.
To make matters worse, it was soooo nice out today, and I got really dizzy when I walked around the block, so i condemed myself to stay inside.
If you are not sick, drink as much OJ as you can!!!

Puggles!!!

So, I have been wanting a pug forever, but Matt thinks they're ugly!!! How can anyone turn down this face1?!?!?!
Personally, I think the more ugly, the funnier they are, hence, the more I love them. I want one!!!

A Sunday Blah

Ok, so we have been living here for over 6 months now, and we have yet to find a church. It is getting really frustrating, because people will introduce themselves, welcome you to the congriagtion, and then the sermons suck, make no sense, or you are so distracted by the lone lady clapping and dancing in the isle, that you can't get much out of it anyway.
We went to a church for Christas eve mass, and thought it was ok, and we tried it out again today, and it was crap. I guess christmas brings out the best of everybody, including churches.
I pray to find a church where both me and Matt can fit in, but so far, we are a couple of triangles trying to fit into a sqare box.