tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65087412011-12-05T21:38:12.966-06:00Just Add WaterMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.comBlogger8471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-86516441769504219422009-11-04T08:19:00.001-06:002009-11-04T08:20:51.214-06:00Ch ch ch ch ch changesOk, so this is what's new:I broke up with Lisa. I've found "The One." Her name is Jen. Life is good. Life is very, very good.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-22710377810482660472009-10-01T02:26:00.001-05:002009-10-01T02:27:33.312-05:00I'm alive.That is all.Oh, and you can find me on Facebook these days. Not a whole lot to blog about. Meg MacVean is who you're looking for. LOLMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-79701409911898604432009-06-16T07:55:00.003-05:002009-06-16T07:58:39.160-05:00Finally!We finally have both dressers and the loveseat! We also bought a new desk, so we don't have to pick up the one we were going to borrow. The only piece of furniture that we have that isn't here is my grandmother's hutch, which is still safely tucked in my brother's huge garage. By golly, it's starting to look like someone ACTUALLY lives here!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-60132647607352527062009-06-07T12:50:00.002-05:002009-06-07T12:56:00.164-05:00Every-other-weekend-parenting has its advantagesOk, so I know I complained about becoming a part-time mom in my last post. But there is one distinct advantage. When I ask Alex to do something, like help me with the dishes or take the garbage out, he says, "Sure." Then he gets up and does it.This is a big change from chore time before. It took hours, and sometimes days, to get him to do his Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-74208995917358580422009-05-23T19:11:00.002-05:002009-05-23T19:15:53.275-05:00Howdy, howdy, howdy!So after an agonizing 51 days without internet access, I'm baaaaaaack!I'd love to report that we're all moved in, but that's not quite the case. We have a loveseat, two dressers, a hutch, and a desk that are spread throughout three towns, yet. Unfortunately, we don't have the funds to actually GET them here. But we're surviving ok without them. Don't like living out of Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-62006219607243786692009-04-01T22:48:00.004-05:002009-04-01T22:55:20.398-05:00Got one!I realized that last post, I hadn't mentioned Lisa. She's my wonderful significant other. :)Anyway, we found an apartment! The landlady assumed we were just roommates, which was fine by us. We didn't correct her. (Though she may have heard me say, "Honey, we're home!" as she was leaving after we'd signed the lease.) LOLIt's small. But with just the two of us, that's ok. It's got a Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-86903695172108992982009-03-24T00:48:00.003-05:002009-03-24T01:00:07.876-05:00Apartment huntingApartment hunting, as a same-sex couple, in a city with a small-town mentality is interesting. We got a strange look from one landlord, but honestly, I think maybe she thought I was looking for an apartment just for me at first. When I mentioned "WE" work 2nd shift, I think she started to catch the drift and gave us a wary look. At the other complex we looked into today, thereMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-68826130851816072302009-03-01T21:50:00.003-06:002009-03-01T21:57:15.310-06:00Time for an update on my public blogSoooo...at the very end of January, I asked Tai for a divorce. On the first of February, I moved out.He's a terrific guy. He's witty and intelligent. He's a good father and husband. But there was a combination of two major factors that just wouldn't allow the marriage to work.First, we had very, very little in common. Sure, the house and kids, but nothing Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-75026795390504082992009-01-14T07:28:00.000-06:002009-01-14T07:29:09.212-06:00My son turned 14 todayI was 14 when I met Tai.I'm just sayin'.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-41266412393652625502008-12-22T12:05:00.001-06:002008-12-22T12:07:05.444-06:00To maintain a healthy level of insanity...Got this in email and thought I'd share...1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses On And Point A Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. 2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice! 3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries With That.4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks . Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-86268753109471505652008-12-19T01:20:00.001-06:002008-12-19T01:20:27.215-06:00She has a name!Our new dog's name is Jessica. :)Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-46429757569667484702008-12-17T00:03:00.002-06:002008-12-17T00:11:00.268-06:00A new member of the family for Christmas!Isn't she just gorgeous? We haven't named her yet. She is a 2 1/2 year old Sheba Inu mix, adopted from TAPS, a no-kill shelter here in town. The picture makes her look bigger than she is. She's only 33 pounds. And isn't her smile just adorable?Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-8261354686955732912008-12-10T04:08:00.001-06:002008-12-10T04:10:11.341-06:00Guess who is turning one this weekend?My nephew, Carter!Isn't he gorgeous?Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-85361521724796780252008-11-27T05:15:00.002-06:002008-11-27T05:20:47.000-06:00The worst immune systemI must have THE worst immune system for someone who does not suffer from an immunodeficiency disease. I'm sick - again. For the fourth time this fall. This really isn't fair - not with my family life and chosen line of work.I have three kids that go to three different schools. That means three times the germs come home. And I work with developmentally disabled adults, Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-71092057697183903152008-11-25T02:31:00.001-06:002008-11-25T02:31:32.109-06:00Oh. My. Gawd.Too freakin' funny!!!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-48248030552524446562008-11-18T20:19:00.000-06:002008-11-18T20:20:25.390-06:00Tis becoming the season...(Stolen from email)Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-20597903172077914652008-11-04T21:12:00.001-06:002008-11-04T21:12:45.141-06:00Keeping vigilMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-40321556347028759642008-11-04T14:23:00.000-06:002008-11-04T14:24:09.348-06:00I know, not much of a surprise, is it?Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-52466498746435620452008-10-28T00:09:00.003-05:002008-10-28T00:33:10.656-05:00UpdateSo it's been a while, huh? Sorry about that. Been a bit busy lately.Tai lost his job at the beginning of October. He wasn't exactly given a straight reason, and it totally bummed him out. He applied for unemployment; not knowing why he was fired, he wasn't entirely sure whether he'd qualify. The notice finally came today - he does qualify, and the reason they let him go was because theyMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-22305172976149601172008-10-21T11:59:00.001-05:002008-10-21T11:59:28.076-05:00This is my lifemore animalsMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-73903908647985363622008-10-06T16:57:00.000-05:002008-10-06T16:58:33.221-05:00Cross your fingers!I have an interview later this week.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-31321603625664614642008-10-06T05:20:00.002-05:002008-10-06T05:25:56.833-05:00Saturday night, I came home from work to find:Yes, we have a Halloween Tree this year. (Only it's not nearly as fuzzy as the picture!)My husband put up the Christmas tree, and he and the kids (and various and sundry other people who were in the house) made ghosts from paper towels to decorate it, and they added orange lights, and a bat for the top!When I asked if we were going to put turkeys on Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-21993555187670113672008-09-25T08:03:00.002-05:002008-09-25T08:11:49.692-05:00Bye, Mommy! See you tomorrow morning!That just about breaks my heart. I hate working 2nd shift four days a week, and I hate working a 12 hour Saturday. I hardly get to see my kids during the school year. Just enough to get them up and off to school in the morning Tuesday through Friday.How am I supposed to be an effective parent if that's all the time I get to spend with them? If I'm not hereMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-13890381721190982162008-09-10T02:27:00.002-05:002008-09-10T02:47:57.272-05:00Falling in love all over againNot quite as romantic as it sounds, since I don't mean THAT kind of love.The agency for which I work has two new residents. They are sisters in their 40s who had been institutionalized for over 30 years. Now they've come to us. Before they moved in, all sorts of awful stories were going around about how difficult they were going to be to care for. Stories about Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-12643342209368130962008-09-03T03:02:00.003-05:002008-09-03T03:22:27.746-05:00ATTENTION!I would like to announce something very exciting.I feel human today for the first time in a very, very, VERY long time.Pharmaceuticals are very much my friend. On an unrelated matter...here's a new pic of my absolutely beautiful nephew. Don't you just want to NOM those cheeks?Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-43584033874532985462008-08-29T13:13:00.002-05:002008-08-29T13:18:14.559-05:00Needn't have worriedI walked in, told him I had been diagnosed with recurring major depression, and I needed meds. He didn't question the diagnosis. He didn't require medical records. He didn't say, "Aww, too bad, suck it up." He didn't say, "Oh you're in too bad a shape for me to deal with. You've got to see a psychiatrist."He did ask me what meds have worked in the past. He did ask me to go Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-78345944517723254832008-08-29T07:51:00.002-05:002008-08-29T07:58:50.698-05:00Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to the doctor I goToday is the day.So here's the deal. When I signed up for insurance at work, I had to specify a primary care provider. Only they didn't give me a list to choose from. So I asked a coworker which doctor she used. She didn't use a doctor, but a physician's assistant. Since you can't name a PA as your PCP, I had to name the doc this PA works under.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-72604530500260613262008-08-25T20:55:00.005-05:002008-08-25T23:57:13.875-05:00It's back againThat heavy, wet blanket that is depression. I feel like I'm suffocating under its weight. When I finally manage to get a breath, somehow I inhale some of the water that soaks the blanket through, and I cough and sputter, and feel like I'm drowning.I hate going to work. I hate doing homework. I hate going to class.I'm not getting a chance to sleep much, and when I do get the Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-9494693172922244572008-08-11T01:15:00.002-05:002008-08-11T01:18:48.517-05:00This may be old news to some... I just read an absolutely heartwrenching story, and I wanted to share it with anyone willing to read it.A girl, so severely neglected that at the age of nearly 7 years old, could not eat solid foods. So severely neglected that gave no response whatsoever to painful stimulus.I am outraged at the treatment she received by her mother, and even more outraged that the Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-6818818310456240272008-08-10T04:08:00.002-05:002008-08-10T04:21:00.639-05:00Dear Children,There are some things I simply do not understand. Perhaps you can help me with them.How is it we can have no less than 10 trash cans in our home, yet not a single one in the kitchen? Do they grow legs and run about the house, all landing in a big heap in the dining room when they collide, spilling their contents all over the floor? What happened to the good old days when the Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-652515149574272172008-08-07T22:45:00.000-05:002008-08-07T22:46:04.135-05:00Bloggin' with my feetses upSo my grandfather's house sold - just a little after two years since he passed. The money was divided among his five kids, but Mom decided to share her portion with my brother and me. Every time Grandpa ever gave me money - for Christmas, my birthday, whatever - he always told me to spend it on something for me. Something that I liked. Not bills or groceries and Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-27213295409436518492008-07-22T13:36:00.004-05:002008-07-22T13:44:02.577-05:00It must run in the familySo...just a little over a month after our tree disaster, you'll never guess what happened.A tree fell on my brother's house.And the deck of his pool.Ok, honestly, it wasn't the whole tree that fell...which is good, cuz it's a BIG tree. (I didn't realize just how big it was until I looked at the photos, honestly.) From what I understand, it didn't do much damage to eitherMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-73926690660856097012008-07-15T11:43:00.003-05:002008-07-15T11:56:46.813-05:00Still hereI'm still here. This management class is kicking my ass. I have both an individual paper and a group assignment due every week. I don't know if I'm coming or going, usually.My schedule at work has eased up a little bit and gotten regular. I'm working strictly Tuesday-Saturday. Tues is a 4 hour shift, Wed-Fri are regular 8 hour shifts, and Sat is a 12 hour shift. It gets me my 40 Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-36257693680288852482008-07-04T01:10:00.002-05:002008-07-04T01:12:22.155-05:00I'm published!A poem I wrote has officially been published in a book! A real book! One with a UPC on the back and everything!The book is available for purchase on Amazon (click the picture):Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-76143293288641964012008-07-01T12:16:00.003-05:002008-07-01T14:59:11.228-05:00Goodbye, GrandpaMy parents made it to NY for a very brief visit with him before he passed, but my brother and I were not so lucky. We got there on the 24th, and he passed away on the 23rd.His wife and their baby were with us. Let me tell you, nothing brightens up a very sad situation better than an adorable, happy baby that is learning how to crawl.Anyway, close to 100 people attended my Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-1000958381009097162008-06-21T22:51:00.000-05:002008-06-21T22:52:32.667-05:00Cutest baby ever!This is my nephew at 6 months:
I could just eat him up!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-21500435661630902882008-06-19T19:45:00.001-05:002008-06-19T19:46:46.759-05:00Overheard: "Congratulations, Butthead," followed by, "Thanks, Assnose."Tai got a new job tonight! And it is in his field!He interviewed with a sign making shop yesterday, and it sounds like the job is right up his alley. It pays well enough that he should be back in the realm of being able to make a house payment with one paycheck...something we've been lacking for a long while now.So amidst the Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-91389010462266859122008-06-17T18:01:00.003-05:002008-06-17T19:13:13.092-05:00This is generally NOT what you want to see when you look out your kitchen window.
Father's Day was a nice day. A little on the warm side. Sunny. Breezy. At least it was...until I went to take a shower.
While I was showering, I heard a noise that sounded like someone fell down the stairs. Uh oh. The lights flickered, but I didn't hear any screams, so I thought it was all good. Then it sounded Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-33726723593084963262008-06-15T14:18:00.000-05:002008-06-15T14:19:08.222-05:00Teehee!more cat picturesMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-41752221330356045222008-06-14T01:47:00.002-05:002008-06-14T01:53:12.935-05:00I didn't find this myself...but it's well worth a look. I found it over at Typingfool. Apparently, Duck Tape has a contest called "Stuck at Prom." The contestants have to either make their outfits out of duct tape or cover existing outfits with it. It's totally awesome, and I'm impressed with the artistic ability of some (ok, most) of these kids. Check it out.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-80703837107877416062008-06-11T00:53:00.002-05:002008-06-11T01:01:45.318-05:00I'm lost.Tai started a new job last week. It's third shift - which he has now been on for two nights. And I'm lost. I came home from work tonight and cried because I couldn't tell him about my day. (And it was an eventful one, too, including a 5 hour trip to the ER!) With him working 3rds, and me working 2nds, and Mike working 1sts, I'll never get to see him. He'll come home, spend an hour Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-61082324124049804452008-06-05T10:58:00.002-05:002008-06-08T21:59:19.184-05:00Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.comMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-2604655534431530452008-06-04T02:14:00.001-05:002008-06-04T02:16:48.669-05:00Oy! School is exhausting!I don't know what on earth I was thinking...going back to school while working full-time and having a big family to boot. I don't have time to sleep anymore!I'm in the last week of my 5 week class. I got my first paper back - I got a 99.5/100 on it. As my instructor put it, "An exemplary piece of writing. The only flaw is that you justified the right margin."Grrrr...I Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-50675298175796390942008-05-20T01:26:00.002-05:002008-05-20T01:27:21.147-05:00Just a tipIf you aren't computer literate, and you just bought your first computer...maybe that same week is not the best time to sign up for online classes.*pulls hair out*Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-81998818408000963882008-05-07T23:21:00.000-05:002008-05-07T23:22:08.551-05:00Methinks someone got hold of my camera!I don't usually take pictures of the computer screen:Or of myself sleeping with the cats:Or of my ex-husband at an odd angle:I suspect it was THIS little girl who did it! I can't imagine WHY I would suspect her!Ok, my husband took the pictures of the cats. But I think Darcy Min is the one who got the others!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-12998248607728124422008-05-01T23:59:00.003-05:002008-05-02T00:00:25.899-05:00I'm at it againI decided to go back to school. The new way.I've signed up for a class with Phoenix Online. Kinda nifty how that works. One class at a time, five weeks each.Had to change my major, though. They didn't have social work. So I went for what was closest... human services/management.Could be interesting!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-87386126330420392102008-04-27T13:15:00.004-05:002008-04-27T13:27:16.663-05:00Water woesIn order to plug up the sewer hole that kept flooding our basement, we had to unhook the water softener, as it would no longer have a place to drain. Which sucks, because our water is incredibly hard, and gunk builds up in the pipes, which slows down our water pressure. We have installed a water filter, but it doesn't do a whole heck of a lot.Anyway, this means that no two Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-43409374197062416672008-04-25T13:45:00.002-05:002008-04-25T13:49:49.462-05:00This is what I've been doing in my "spare" timeOk, first off, let's start with a picture of our house. You know, since I promised that, what, over a year ago? Notice the flowerbeds are now full of lovely red mulch. :)Next, it's time to show off the first flowers of the season: (Note, this one has no leaves. But the next one does...same plant. I guess they just don't have enough oomph yet to Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-54600884523322117142008-04-21T15:40:00.003-05:002008-04-21T15:59:51.846-05:00Dear Reproductive System,It has come to my attention that you have not been acting like a team player within our company. I have been told that some of your recent activities have caused great upset in other departments. This stress then reaches further when those within our company get snippy with our customers and agencies with which we work closely.It has also been brought to my attention Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-18448426649237216902008-04-13T01:27:00.002-05:002008-04-13T01:39:45.625-05:00I'm a sneaky little witch sometimes...Ok, here's the deal. There is a long list of things that 3rd shift is supposed to do where I work. Things like:- sweep and mop the kitchen floor- wipe down and sanitize the kitchen counters- clear the refrigerator of leftovers that are 3 days old- wipe down the fridge and the inside of the microwave- wipe down and sanitize the bathrooms- sweep and mop the Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-39240643486936042282008-04-03T21:58:00.002-05:002008-04-03T22:05:19.056-05:00As promisedThe Clan:The Monsters:Hubby and Me:Mike and Darcy:Perrin and Me:Tai and Alex:Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-29731825561376281342008-03-30T08:34:00.002-05:002008-03-30T08:34:48.416-05:00Absolutely amazingI've only watched it once, and it appeared real to me. What do you think?Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-740425365109229162008-03-27T10:00:00.002-05:002008-03-27T10:29:01.119-05:00I'm bossy! Who knew?!I just got back from a staff meeting. One of our regular staff is on vacation, and another wasn't able to make it today. So it was my boss, one other residential assistant, and me sitting around the kitchen table talking about everything.One of the things that was brought up was how much several staff members complain about EVERY LITTLE THING. Particularly one of the staffMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-43902267127599296482008-03-19T16:48:00.003-05:002008-03-19T16:52:16.433-05:00Happy Easter, everybunny!My absolutely, positively adorable nephew turned three months old, and his Mom and Dad got his portraits done again. If they keep this up, I'm going to run out of wall space! Soooooo...even living only 20 miles or so from my family is still too far. Carter keeps growing in leaps and bounds between times I get to love on him. :( Ah well...even if it's only every two Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-46612435856960840012008-03-11T20:28:00.002-05:002008-03-11T20:42:34.324-05:00This is a post...just to let you know that I'm alive and well, basically.Things are hectic around here. I'm getting used to a new schedule at work. One where I go in from 5:30 to about 9:00 in the morning 5 days a week, and in return, I work two less evenings a week. Except that I'm still working one third shift every other week, too, so that screws up the schedule. There are few things Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-21453279806217246072008-03-01T23:50:00.001-06:002008-03-01T23:51:42.215-06:00Saw this and had to share. Click hereMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-41211760956072737772008-02-22T10:34:00.002-06:002008-02-22T10:36:28.958-06:00A linkHave I mentioned lately just how much I HATE people?Seriously...how in the hell could they do that to their five-month-old?Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-62323672421498333412008-02-15T12:41:00.003-06:002008-02-15T12:56:12.281-06:00Dying...or wishing I wasI'm sick.I feel like someone is taking a sharp, jagged knife to each and every muscle in my body. Doing something as simple as opening a door - just grasping the doorknob and turning it with my wrist? Excruciating. The muscles in my hands are the ones I'm noticing the most. Every time I move my hands, which I do a lot, they hurt.My back, neck, legs, feet, scalp, jaw...Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-71713870143332946502008-02-04T12:20:00.000-06:002008-02-04T12:32:53.526-06:00Have I mentioned lately that I love my parents and my insurance company?While I was at work Friday night, I spoke to Tai on the phone. Our furnace died. Again.Only this time it was a slow, agonizing, noisy death. One that ended in an actual not-gonna-work-ever-again sort of clank.I ran out to Wallyworld and bought space heaters. Lots and lots of space heaters. Because spending $130 on space Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-39888971828906655562008-01-28T13:13:00.000-06:002008-01-28T13:26:23.407-06:00So the police searched my house today...We woke up this morning to an old, bitter man coming to our door. He asks my husband, "Have you seen my cat?" My husband tells him no, we haven't seen his cat for a couple of days.The old man says, "Well he's always on your porch, and I don't appreciate it."Uhm, excuse me? Ok, he's your cat. And you let him outside. And it's OUR fault he stays on our Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-39692528723215386232008-01-20T11:10:00.000-06:002008-01-20T11:12:43.932-06:00This is so unfairLast year, I had a New Year's Resolution. It was to lose 50 pounds.Ok, it didn't happen. But I came close! I lost 40! Forty pounds!I'm pretty proud of myself for that.But the thing that is unfair is this: When losing 40 pounds, I only went down ONE pants size. Just ONE!I see all these commercials on TV where women lose 10 pounds and lose a pants size. They lose 20 pounds, Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-92120617893802520152008-01-17T00:11:00.001-06:002008-01-17T00:11:45.476-06:00Officially OLDMy son. He turned 13 on Monday.I am the mother of a TEENAGER.I'm so, so, so bloody old.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-55751673377927801962008-01-11T22:51:00.000-06:002008-01-11T23:21:27.389-06:00A heavy, wet blanketI suffer from major clinical depression. This isn't new. It's something I've dealt with since I was a teenager.I need drugs to keep me on keel. Unfortunately, I haven't had the insurance, and thus, I haven't had the drugs, since moving to Illinois. This is not good. This is not good at all. Fortunately, I've recently signed up for insurance with the company I work for. Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-77816774728920770612008-01-09T13:02:00.001-06:002008-02-21T07:51:15.933-06:00Big sighSo she's gone. She left last Friday.Thank God.I just don't understand how a person can be so bloody rude and not realize it! My ex-husband even asked me if she knew she was the rudest person on the face of the Earth. Nope. Not a clue.So in other news, I have a new addiction. My parents bought us a Wii Zapper with Link's Crossbow Training for Christmas. Keep in mind, I usually hate Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-58225060848843404282008-01-02T12:34:00.000-06:002008-01-02T12:40:38.621-06:00Oh the weather inside is frightfulLast night it was so cold in my house, I was wearing two complete outfits (less one set of underclothing, that is).See, we got our gas/electric bill for last month. It was $400. So I turned the heat down from a nice, comfortable 72 degrees to 68. It sounds livable, right? Except for the fact that my living room doesn't get as warm as the dining room does, andMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-12928280079276679372007-12-21T22:02:00.000-06:002007-12-21T22:09:18.527-06:00More baby pictures!Isn't he adorable?!My favorite picture:I introduced myself to him last Sunday. I told him flat out, "I'm Aunt Meg, your favorite!" He's going to think that's my name, I think. LOLWith Grandma. Look how tiny he is!But look how long his feet are!Going swimming! In his car seat, that is!They got to go home Monday! Yay!But first, they had to stop at his favorite Aunt Meg's Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-58965338201308739602007-12-17T19:44:00.000-06:002007-12-17T19:45:22.633-06:00New baby, new baby, new baby, new baby! My nephew was born at 8:11PM on 12/14. He weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz. He was 20 1/2 inches.And he's absolutely adorable:My brother and sister-in-law got to take him home, finally, this afternoon...after waiting and waiting on their social worker this morning. The adoption should officially take place in six months.Isn't he a FABULOUS Christmas Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-85407821200982029542007-12-09T03:12:00.000-06:002007-12-09T03:13:27.898-06:00Merry Christmas from the Just Add Water Adults!!Click me!!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-67242991954380874272007-12-09T03:04:00.000-06:002007-12-09T03:12:40.226-06:00Merry Christmas from the Just Add Water Kids!Click me!!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-42492513672392326512007-12-07T01:25:00.000-06:002007-12-07T01:52:40.989-06:00Every once in a whileEvery once in a while - every Thursday, to be exact - I pull a double at work. That's where I'm at now, as a matter of fact. And it's not just a 16 hour double...it's an 18 hour double. Yay. I am Super Woman, that's all there is to it.I just went through last month's paperwork, since nobody else has seen fit to do it yet. We have a zillion documentation errors. I swear, Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-46037580008294923102007-11-15T13:10:00.001-06:002007-11-15T13:28:54.641-06:00Sigh...things are good. Finally.My kids are all doing well in school.My husband got a promotion...and it looks like another promotion is in the works.I got a significant raise.Mike didn't get jail time...only fines and court supervision.We have caught up with the bills, finally, after our chaotic summer.I love my job...and it seems to love me, too.I got all of the Christmas decorating done Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-81338390253588182192007-11-08T18:10:00.000-06:002007-11-08T18:16:32.908-06:00The reports are in...Alex:Getting All A's and B's, except for one C and it is in PE. I can live with that. (One teacher even called him organized. What the hell?!)Perrin:At the end of last year, 2nd grade, he was reading at 1st grade level. Now, in 3rd grade, he's suddenly reading AT GRADE LEVEL. He like, skipped 2nd grade level altogether. That's so cool. And he's getting A's and B's in Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-7405906298367915882007-11-06T00:11:00.001-06:002007-11-06T00:17:18.114-06:00And now we know...Your Aspie score: 40 of 200Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 174 of 200You are very likely neurotypical Take the quiz here.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-20394493438833750322007-11-04T11:49:00.000-06:002007-11-04T11:50:06.581-06:00Woohoo! Oh yeah. Uh huh.I got a raise...and we're not just talking a dime or quarter more an hour. It's 18.75% of my current pay. It's a big jump. And apparently it's more than some of my co-workers got. Including ones that have been there 8+ years. (Reminder...I've been there four months.)Go me!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-5255653117304289162007-11-01T11:54:00.000-05:002007-11-01T11:55:04.548-05:00One hundred and fiveThat was Darcy's temperature last night. She came to my room about 2:15AM, barking like a seal (coughing), and complaining that it hurt to breathe. I took her temp with one of those thermometers that you lay across the forehead, and by golly, it lit up the entire strip like Vegas. She was at 105 and wasn't showing any signs of slowing.Soooooo...I dosed her with Tylenol, Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-86293271419516754902007-10-28T19:00:00.001-05:002007-10-28T19:00:38.505-05:00Tai's jobSo Tai got a promotion. After only six weeks or so on the job.His new title? Full time. :)The nice thing is, it comes with a substantial raise. He now makes a couple bucks more than me on a weekday, and a shitload more on a weekend day. LOLOf course, I'm getting some pretty good overtime lately, so...that will help, too.Anyhow, this full time position of his? It didn't exist before.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-53955067140747682292007-10-25T00:32:00.000-05:002007-10-25T00:34:14.864-05:00Happy birthday to me!Yeah, my birthday was Tuesday. Guess what I got?My period! And cramps! Lots and lots of nasty cramps! (I just bet you're totally jealous, aren't you?)Go me!I also got four cool crock pot cookbooks from my parents, and an electric razor and cheesecake from my hubby. :) Thanks, y'all!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-22950830895579273332007-10-14T23:21:00.000-05:002007-10-14T23:36:44.326-05:00FiascoMy brother-in-law was arrested last night.For squealing his tires, crossing the center line into oncoming traffic, reckless driving, speeding, having an open container of alcohol in his car, and for drinking and driving.I'm NOT happy. I'm not happy at all.We realized at almost noon today that he hadn't come home last night. Up until that point, we'd assumed he was home and in bed. Not soMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-88055039039657316862007-10-12T07:59:00.000-05:002007-10-12T08:00:02.719-05:00Quote for the day:I'm pissy, and so can you!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-76004229020051138212007-10-08T13:15:00.000-05:002007-10-08T13:19:52.342-05:00Ch..ch..ch..ch..ch..changes...Third shift was killing me. Killing me dead. I wasn't able to get the sleep I needed in the daytime because of this, that, the other thing, and the kids. Soooo...I asked my boss if there were any 2nd shift openings.And this week, I'm getting to switch to 2nd shift. Yay!I like the people I work with. I really do. They're fun. And I always felt like a drill Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-18120713195544632512007-10-05T03:57:00.000-05:002007-10-05T04:03:01.636-05:00Not such a good weekMonday night/Tuesday morning shift:I cut my thumb and had to go to the ER for stitches. (It's doing just fine, by the way.)Tuesday night/Wednesday morning shift:I left the keys inside a kitchen drawer, just like I always do. But they were missing by the time 2nd shift went to look for them. Gone. As in they had to PRY open the metal med boxes. I **know** I left them whereMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-75984891448811015042007-10-02T18:06:00.001-05:002007-10-02T18:06:57.523-05:00So I'm a dumbass...who knew?Don't answer that.This morning, at work, I was trying to open a bottle similar to a spice bottle. One with a little plastic shake-out top on it? And I couldn't get the plastic part off. So I tried to peel it off with a pair of scissors.The World's Sharpest Scissors.I know this, because I ended up in the ER getting my thumb sewed back up after the World's Sharpest Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-72480894447175777872007-09-22T22:38:00.001-05:002007-09-22T22:38:35.709-05:00Amen to that!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-23317260872948211022007-09-18T23:30:00.000-05:002007-09-18T23:54:06.279-05:00Work, work, work!Yes, that is work X 3! Three employed adults in my home.It's about time!Tai got a job at a home improvement store - he's working in the plumbing department. It's not glamorous, but it'll do! And it even pays more than minimum wage! (Ok, not by much, but it's a start!) He also gets an additional $2.50/hr on weekends. And he's going to work weekends pretty regularly.Mike got Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-55492232050120420062007-09-18T23:28:00.000-05:002007-09-19T00:06:03.744-05:00Therapy Shoppe GiveawayCheck this out...a contest giving away an awesome spinner for kids with sensory processing disorder. I entered!!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-42824086614538704842007-09-13T20:36:00.001-05:002007-09-13T20:39:03.586-05:00Ok, don't tell him about this post.My brother-in-law is autistic. He's never been diagnosed, and I don't know how I should approach him about this. He's thirty years old, and he had always lived with his parents before he moved in with us.I think it's important that he know, so he can research it and see that he's not alone. That it's ok for him to be different, and that there is a REASON he Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-80259043576847970192007-09-09T16:10:00.000-05:002007-09-09T16:22:31.029-05:00The Cake from HellIt happened. Perrin turned 9 on Friday. We celebrated his birthday and Darcy's birthday (her 7th birthday is the 17th) today at my brother's house.Tai made their cake last night, and it turned out beautifully. We bought the things to decorate it, but decided to do the decorating at Jeff's instead of doing them at home last night. Great. No problem.Except, see, I put the lid Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-81165644423877703992007-09-05T20:44:00.000-05:002007-09-05T20:45:17.073-05:00Quote of the dayMom! Dad! Uncle Mike gave me an inverted parasite!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-29999670399561433742007-09-03T09:47:00.000-05:002007-09-03T10:07:27.408-05:00Guilt, and I'm not even JewishI love my job. I really do. I love the people I work with and the reason for being there. The "work" itself is pretty easy, but it makes a big difference in the lives of the developmentally disabled people I work with.But I hate working. I hate being away from my kids. I hate not being as active in their day-to-day lives, and it's driving me nuts. And making meMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-69519261627327631192007-09-02T10:30:00.001-05:002007-09-02T10:30:49.436-05:00My template...it was giving me grief.So I gave up and went back to a plain Blogger template for now. I'll probably fix up the joint again later. But for now? This will have to do.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-10495002687277375492007-08-29T17:16:00.000-05:002007-08-29T17:17:06.455-05:00ZzzZZzzZZzZzZzzzzZzzzzSo, wouldn't it be nice if I were asleep right now? Yeah, I thought so, too.Alas, it isn't meant to be.Nevermind that I worked from 11PM last night to 9AM this morning. Nevermind that I'm supposed to work that same shift tonight.I got to bed at 10 this morning and woke up around 1:30. Why? I'd love to be able to tell ya. But I can't.So here I am. Awake. Still. And I Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-59886280088705013822007-08-26T18:39:00.000-05:002007-08-26T18:45:54.971-05:00Thick as thievesGizmo and Kamiko, that is...Awww, my big brother...We both fit! Really!Whaaaat?And this is what happens when Darcy gets hold of Kamiko. Funny thing is, Kamiko doesn't seem to mind AT ALL. Cuz she's a traitor kitty. She was MY mothers-day present. But she seems to have picked Darcy. Darcy, who acts like Mindy from the Animaniacs. Hmmmph.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-91553585133113627982007-08-25T23:44:00.000-05:002007-08-25T23:46:33.680-05:00I did it!Presenting...one baby blanket!The cute Pooh fabric:The hood, close-up:The blankie!:I did it!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-73510909247092313662007-08-25T02:06:00.001-05:002007-08-25T02:09:41.893-05:00Baby CrazyI'm gonna be an aunt. I'm gonna be an AUNT! There's gonna be a BABY!Ok, y'all already know that part. Ha. But you don't know that it's a boy! A nephew!I've been just a bit overwhelmed with the idea. I can't get the baby outta my head. I've been buying up outfits galore. I've bought fabric and a pattern to make a nifty blanket and an outfit. I bought a Snugli.The baby won't be Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-17308363054686768082007-08-13T16:44:00.001-05:002007-08-13T16:47:11.063-05:00Three years ago today...It was a Friday. Yes, a Friday the 13th... I married the Love of My Life. The Man of My Dreams. My Sweetheart. Again. These have been the happiest years of my life. Thank you, Sweetheart!Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-52331932398389700112007-08-04T14:07:00.000-05:002007-08-04T14:13:17.779-05:00I'm gonna be an aunt!Jeff (brother) and Emily (sister-in-law) have been trying to adopt, since they haven't had any luck getting pregnant. A while back, they finally got all of their stuff together for their profile for Catholic Charities. And their profile had been checked out several times. But they hadn't heard anything from any of the biomoms.Until now.They will meet the biological mother Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-27593153364670831422007-07-27T22:26:00.000-05:002007-07-28T00:39:56.465-05:00I'm still alive...and so is my cat.I'm FINALLY done with my training for work. I worked alone all week this week! No major incidents, either! Yay!I'm VERY slowly getting used to working 3rd shift. Of course, things have gone haywire here at home, so sleeping 8 hours in a row hasn't been possible often.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------MyMeg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-42469509819292713342007-07-09T10:21:00.001-05:002007-07-09T10:22:55.816-05:00**Yawn**I'm really liking my new job, and really liking almost everyone I've worked/trained with so far.But I'm tired. Really tired.I'm training during the day - sometimes in the morning. Sometimes in the afternoon. And sometimes both.Plus I'm doing on-the-job-training during both second and third shifts. I'll be working thirds, but as my supervisor put it...if someone is up when I get there,Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-37236980720455224622007-07-01T22:32:00.000-05:002007-07-01T22:36:52.372-05:00Awesome news in the world of medicine...Scientists reverse symptoms of autism in mice! Click title for complete article.Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508741.post-84405643053280939422007-06-28T15:28:00.000-05:002007-06-28T15:40:02.045-05:00Training and shit...Two separate topics, by the way.I've started training for my new job as a residential aid. I'll be working with developmentally disabled adults - helping them to be as independent as possible. And I'll be working third shift, and I'm scheduled to start actual "work" on the second of July.I can't believe how many different classes I have to take (through the agency) in order Meg:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358873589726139210noreply@blogger.com0