Good morning from the comfort of my sheets… I have had such a productive couple of days y’all. I somehow managed to get three loads of laundry done and most of the house clean… EXCEPT for my bathroom because it is the one room that I loathe with the burning fire of dragons. Whenever I clean that room it stays clean for about 2.3 seconds, then the dirt fairy makes another visit and Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo… It needs to be cleaned AGAIN. Aside from my mad woman cleaning, I also went to Zumba last night and did the salsa until my glutes almost fell off. I do Zumba a lot, but this was a new instructor and she was relentless! At one point in the class I actually thought to myself, “If I have to do the cumbia for one more minute, my calves are going to break off. They are just going to snap off like a couple of old Italian breadsticks.” So there I was in the back of the class, worrying about my Italian breadstick calves and struggling to breathe, and I looked up to see the cutest little granny – SCHOOLING the entire class in the front. I mean this woman was jumping all over the place and doing the Merengue like she was JLo herself. At that point, I figured, “Megan Marie, pull yourself together. If that eighty-year-old woman can dance like that so can you.” (more…)
Good Morning! From the safety of my living room! I am never leaving.
I have to say… working on holidays has become a little bit of the norm for me. Regardless, even after five years, it still feels weird to be watching from the outside in, when my family celebrates Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, the New Year… all while I hobnob the day away in some city far far away. This year, I got a trip on Thanksgiving to Seattle. So in true flight attendant fashion, I had my holiday turkey a few days earlier and I packed my little black suitcase. (more…)
In college I went to school in horse country in Kentucky, and I would always drive past this little bed and breakfast to get to school. They were everywhere in Georgetown, but I never stayed in one. Granted, I was a broke college student who could barely afford a chick fil a sandwich, much less spend a night in any kind of hotel or bed and breakfast. I would always drive past that little place and wonder about the people who were staying there. I imagined they were probably very old, very rich and had a whole lot of extra time on their hands. One thing I never imagined was that one day I would trip and fall totally in love with everything Bnb. (more…)
So I have always had this mental list of things that I want to do and experience, and places that I want to go. Some of the things are big, some of them small, and some are just downright strange. I want to learn to box, I want to successfully make a batch of macaroons, I want to order a pizza and eat it under the stars while camping in Zion National Park… and on and on. Maine has always been on my list. Don’t ask me why, because there is no rhyme or reason what my little heart gravitates towards. It’s just always been there, sitting in the back of my mental list, waiting to be pulled out of the magic hat and put into action. (more…)
I have not written a single thing in months. I don’t know if I have had major writer’s block or if I was just about on the verge of giving up on this little blog of mine, but nothing has made me feel inspired. I just didn’t feel like writing, and when I did write it was usually so personal I couldn’t bring myself to share it. Until yesterday when I got on the van to go to the airport in San Diego, and I suddenly felt like I finally had something to tell. (more…)