I got the tickets, I got the tickets!
Okay. Backstory time, readers.
But first: the song the title is from to get you in the mood.
Much better. :)
October is an awesome month. I love, love, LOVE October.
Fall is great. October is the peak.
Why?
Um, let's see.
Corn mazes. Halloween. Apple cider. Candy.
Oh.
And the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
(Yes, I am aware that this is many, many years before my time. Who cares?)
The first time I went to see the RHPS live was in 2010. My friend Jen and I decided it would be something crazy and weird and (hopefully) fun to do over Halloween weekend. I bought my first pair of black boots, a RHPS shirt (which I still have), and some dark gothish make up. We dressed up as punk and rock, and were on our way. We picked up some candy at Safeway on the way.
Waiting in line was awesome. There were so many weirdos! And they were all great and friendly. There was loud music; at one point the cops were called for a noise complaint. The guys moderating the line turned the music down until the cops were gone, then cranked it again.
Jen and I each got these lipstick V's on our foreheads because it was our first time. We lost our RHPS virginity with a ton of other people (it was fabulous) and threw toilet paper at some poor guy during the "Great Scott!" scene.
It was awesome.
I've taken Katie and Trev to see it once, but Katie was sick and wasn't able to fully enjoy it. We've been talking at length about whether or not they would want to see it again or try again. The overall consensus was yes. Yes, we want to do it again. And again. And again.
And so, I got us tickets to go for Halloween this year!
It'll be me, Trev, Katie, and her bf, Jim. We have plans for Waffle House afterwords, which will be great.
So very excited. :)
Time to pull out my black makeup.
~Meaghan
Friday, October 4, 2013
Snow (Hey Oh)
Hi there, my dear readers.
Yes. The title of this blog is the title of one of my favorite Red Hot Chili Pepper songs. (I love those guys. Seriously. Great music. I'm listening to it as I write this, btw. You should listen too.)
(On a total side note here, I still remember the first time I heard this song. It was the first Easter we were in Colorado and I was getting ready for sunrise service while watching VH1, cause we actually had cable at the time and why not. This song came on and I broke out in chills from head to toe. Hot. Damn. Great chords, great words, and a hot lead singer. Thus it began....)
Anyway.
There is snow today.
I've been up since like 6am, doing homework, drinking Earl Grey tea with sweet cream (if you have never tried it, I highly recommend you do - I've been looking for a coffee alternative and this fits the bill), and watching it snow.
We've already gotten more than the weather people expected. So I'm not sure what that means as for the rest of the day. But this is our first snowfall of the year, so anything could happen.
I feel like our first snow is kind of late.
I mean, I love the autumn weather more than anything. I really do. I love the blustery winds and golden trees and crisp sunshine that invites me to do homework and knitting outside. And snow and I have this serious love/hate relationship; I love it as long as I don't have to go out into it. The minute I have to go outside, I basically hate it.
But I've seen snow come here in September.
So it feels like it should have happened already.
As much as I complain about snow, I really don't think it's all bad. It's where we get our drinking water. It's important to the environment out here.
And while Colorado rocks in a lot of regards, this is one of the best: it snows one day then it's 70 degrees and sunny the next.
Seriously.
So while it's all wet and snowy today, it'll be beautiful tomorrow.
I'll be back to sitting under my trees on campus by Monday.
Happy Friday, all.
~Meaghan
Yes. The title of this blog is the title of one of my favorite Red Hot Chili Pepper songs. (I love those guys. Seriously. Great music. I'm listening to it as I write this, btw. You should listen too.)
(On a total side note here, I still remember the first time I heard this song. It was the first Easter we were in Colorado and I was getting ready for sunrise service while watching VH1, cause we actually had cable at the time and why not. This song came on and I broke out in chills from head to toe. Hot. Damn. Great chords, great words, and a hot lead singer. Thus it began....)
Anyway.
There is snow today.
I've been up since like 6am, doing homework, drinking Earl Grey tea with sweet cream (if you have never tried it, I highly recommend you do - I've been looking for a coffee alternative and this fits the bill), and watching it snow.
We've already gotten more than the weather people expected. So I'm not sure what that means as for the rest of the day. But this is our first snowfall of the year, so anything could happen.
I feel like our first snow is kind of late.
I mean, I love the autumn weather more than anything. I really do. I love the blustery winds and golden trees and crisp sunshine that invites me to do homework and knitting outside. And snow and I have this serious love/hate relationship; I love it as long as I don't have to go out into it. The minute I have to go outside, I basically hate it.
But I've seen snow come here in September.
So it feels like it should have happened already.
As much as I complain about snow, I really don't think it's all bad. It's where we get our drinking water. It's important to the environment out here.
And while Colorado rocks in a lot of regards, this is one of the best: it snows one day then it's 70 degrees and sunny the next.
Seriously.
So while it's all wet and snowy today, it'll be beautiful tomorrow.
I'll be back to sitting under my trees on campus by Monday.
Happy Friday, all.
~Meaghan
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
A Lifetime Ago, Part 2
Hello again dear readers. Here is the second half to the previous post.
So, I was talking about how much I loved the World Bird Sanctuary and how it was a really key part of my teenage years.
Last year, Tobin died. I was in the process of working on my graduation capstone for my writing degree when I found out. One of my essays is actually about him and WBS. It's the one my professor and mentor requested I read at my capstone reading although I had reservations.
I don't know if it was Tobin's death last year or just the amount of shit that's happened this year (grandma's death, my sister's attempted suicide, etc, etc.), but I have been thinking a lot about the Sanctuary. And about my past and my future and my present and how they're somehow all woven together. (Which is a post for yet another time, readers.)
So anyway.
Nightmares.
For the past month, I've been dreaming about the WBS. As I said in the last post, they aren't really nightmares. They really do just make me horribly sad when I wake up. And they all follow kind of the same pattern.
Let's look at last night's.
It was dark. I was standing at the steep stairs that led down to the Office of Wildlife Learning, where I primarily volunteered. Only, the stairs were larger and steeper than they really are. I felt like I was almost going to fall off the edge. I was aware that my family was with me, but they were more in the background.
In my dream, I wasn't that awkward 14 year old girl. I was me, as I am now. But my normal confidence was replaced with an almost feeling of apprehension.
Then, one of the guys I worked with - one of the ones I was always nervous around for no really good reason except that it was me - was there. I was to follow him down to the building. He began walking and I followed, moving (to my surprise) like a ghost, more floating and less walking. Everything was dimly lit and nothing was how I remembered it. The people were different, the birds were different, and I felt like a stranger. It was almost as if I was invisible.
And then I woke up, sad and with a feeling of longing.
I have a dream like this at least once a week now. Sometimes more. It's always night, it's always the Sanctuary but exaggeratedly so, and it's always the same guy I worked with.
I've been thinking about what this can mean. Today, I believe I have figured it out.
So. Autumn is the time when your fears and losses come to light. You have to learn from them and face them. Then you sew what you want to harvest in spring. Also, when I'm stressed, I dream about places that are most comforting to me, like the woods.
I think that the reason I'm having these dreams is because I'm afraid to lose who I was. But at the same time, my mind is trying to cope with the fact things are changing and have been changing for a long time.
I'm not who I was. I'm this fairly fearless young woman who wants to change the world. I'm studying Environmental science so that I can go into the field and see what's up. I love color, I love words, I love life. My family, while always important to me, is no longer my center nucleus. I have Trevor, who I love with all my heart. We've been discussing the concept of marriage after graduation, something I never thought I would do.
It's a lot. I don't know where I'll end up or what I'll do. But I know it's going to be good.
I also know that more than likely it won't involve me going back to the WBS. At least, not in this lifetime.
So I believe the reason I've been having these sad, longing dreams is because my mind is trying to turn the page on that part of my life and lead me into the next part.
What do you think?
~Meaghan
P.S. - Sorry if this second part was kind of disjointed. I think my sleepless night finally caught up with me.
So, I was talking about how much I loved the World Bird Sanctuary and how it was a really key part of my teenage years.
Last year, Tobin died. I was in the process of working on my graduation capstone for my writing degree when I found out. One of my essays is actually about him and WBS. It's the one my professor and mentor requested I read at my capstone reading although I had reservations.
I don't know if it was Tobin's death last year or just the amount of shit that's happened this year (grandma's death, my sister's attempted suicide, etc, etc.), but I have been thinking a lot about the Sanctuary. And about my past and my future and my present and how they're somehow all woven together. (Which is a post for yet another time, readers.)
So anyway.
Nightmares.
For the past month, I've been dreaming about the WBS. As I said in the last post, they aren't really nightmares. They really do just make me horribly sad when I wake up. And they all follow kind of the same pattern.
Let's look at last night's.
It was dark. I was standing at the steep stairs that led down to the Office of Wildlife Learning, where I primarily volunteered. Only, the stairs were larger and steeper than they really are. I felt like I was almost going to fall off the edge. I was aware that my family was with me, but they were more in the background.
In my dream, I wasn't that awkward 14 year old girl. I was me, as I am now. But my normal confidence was replaced with an almost feeling of apprehension.
Then, one of the guys I worked with - one of the ones I was always nervous around for no really good reason except that it was me - was there. I was to follow him down to the building. He began walking and I followed, moving (to my surprise) like a ghost, more floating and less walking. Everything was dimly lit and nothing was how I remembered it. The people were different, the birds were different, and I felt like a stranger. It was almost as if I was invisible.
And then I woke up, sad and with a feeling of longing.
I have a dream like this at least once a week now. Sometimes more. It's always night, it's always the Sanctuary but exaggeratedly so, and it's always the same guy I worked with.
I've been thinking about what this can mean. Today, I believe I have figured it out.
So. Autumn is the time when your fears and losses come to light. You have to learn from them and face them. Then you sew what you want to harvest in spring. Also, when I'm stressed, I dream about places that are most comforting to me, like the woods.
I think that the reason I'm having these dreams is because I'm afraid to lose who I was. But at the same time, my mind is trying to cope with the fact things are changing and have been changing for a long time.
I'm not who I was. I'm this fairly fearless young woman who wants to change the world. I'm studying Environmental science so that I can go into the field and see what's up. I love color, I love words, I love life. My family, while always important to me, is no longer my center nucleus. I have Trevor, who I love with all my heart. We've been discussing the concept of marriage after graduation, something I never thought I would do.
It's a lot. I don't know where I'll end up or what I'll do. But I know it's going to be good.
I also know that more than likely it won't involve me going back to the WBS. At least, not in this lifetime.
So I believe the reason I've been having these sad, longing dreams is because my mind is trying to turn the page on that part of my life and lead me into the next part.
What do you think?
~Meaghan
P.S. - Sorry if this second part was kind of disjointed. I think my sleepless night finally caught up with me.
A Lifetime Ago, Part 1
Hello, my sweet and dear readers.
I've been having these really weird dreams the past few weeks. I would almost classify them as nightmares, but I don't think that's the correct term. I'm not frightened when I wake up. Just incredibly sad.
Before I get into them, though, I have to give you some background.
When I was 13, I lived in St. Louis, Missouri. I was homeschooled all through middle and high school, which opened this huge door to discovery for me. One of those things that I discovered is that I loved birds. Specifically, birds of prey.
So at age 13, I began volunteering at this amazing place called the World Bird Sanctuary. What the WBS does is many fold. They have an excellent rehabilitation program where they nurse injured raptors back to health and release them into the wild; if the raptors are unable to be released (like if they're blind in one eye or have a wing that will never fly again), they stay on the property to be used for education. There's also a great breeding program on site, to bring bird populations to stable levels or to use the birds for educational purposes. They do educational programs, have a nature center just for learning about things, and everyone there is a wealth of information about anything bird and nature related.
(I think you can see a theme here. Education, people. It makes the world work.)
Anyway. Great place. If you ever get the chance to go, you should.
Years 13, 14, and 15 were some of my hardest years as an awkward teenager. Like, every teenager has it hard. I totally get that.
But I think I get a little bonus here.
I was homeschooled. Guys were weirded out by me cause I was into nature and the sex lives of owls. I was going through a period where I only listened to the Beatles and oldies station. I was round, not in a curvy fun way but just in a chubby way.
My dad also lost his job when I was 14, getting one in Springfield, Illinois. For a year, my mom, sister, and I would spend the week doing all our many activities, only to leave on the weekends to visit my dad in Illinois.
It was kind of fun, you know, traveling and all that. But it was hard. Emotionally and physically.
And that's where WBS comes in.
Every Wednesday, like clockwork, I would wake up at 7 am and put on my WBS tee shirt with khaki colored pants. (They once addressed this at a staff meeting I went to. Khaki, I learned, was apparently a type of material, not an appropriate term for color. So it had to be specified as "khaki colored pants".)
From 10 am until 2 pm, I did grunt work. I gutted mice, rabbits, quail, and the occasional guinea pig for the raptor's food. I cleaned bird stalls and mats with Simple Green, which I still love the smell of. There were carpets to be sprayed down and vacuuming to be done and rabbit crap to scrape out of a litter box (Cadbury was cute enough that it didn't bug me) and parrot stalls to give the good ol' Listerine treatment to.
I got to watch all the owls work on flying from glove to glove. I fell in love with Tobin, a European barn owl who hatched the spring before I started volunteering. I got to hear wild Barred owls in the woods surrounding the sanctuary and got over my fear of bees and got to watch the seasons change like I never had before.
The best part? Having adults outside of my parents actually speak to me like an adult. To them, I wasn't just this horribly dorky kid (although, I still cringe at the fact that I really was) but an equal with a quest for knowledge. I could ask as many questions as I wanted - and believe me, I did - and they all got answered fully.
It was heaven.
I loved my Wednesdays.
So while the chaos in my life was going on, my Wednesdays stayed consistent. Each one brought a piece of stability that my parents knew I needed.
A few months before I turned 15, my dad lost his job in Illinois. I was okay with it, cause I wasn't too keen on Illinois to totally honest. And it meant I got to stay at the WBS for a bit longer. Six weeks later, though, he got another one.
In Colorado.
The farewell the WBS gave me was amazing. I got to hold Tobin even though I technically wasn't old enough yet. The pictures are still on our fridge and on my desk. I received a framed picture of Tobin (displayed on my bookshelf as of this posting) and a beautiful card signed by everyone I worked with (stuck to the back of the bedroom door).
Tobin recently died last year. I was really upset. I hadn't gotten back to St. Louis in three years and it killed me that I never got that one last look at him.
But.
I think it's okay.
Continued in the next post.
I've been having these really weird dreams the past few weeks. I would almost classify them as nightmares, but I don't think that's the correct term. I'm not frightened when I wake up. Just incredibly sad.
Before I get into them, though, I have to give you some background.
When I was 13, I lived in St. Louis, Missouri. I was homeschooled all through middle and high school, which opened this huge door to discovery for me. One of those things that I discovered is that I loved birds. Specifically, birds of prey.
So at age 13, I began volunteering at this amazing place called the World Bird Sanctuary. What the WBS does is many fold. They have an excellent rehabilitation program where they nurse injured raptors back to health and release them into the wild; if the raptors are unable to be released (like if they're blind in one eye or have a wing that will never fly again), they stay on the property to be used for education. There's also a great breeding program on site, to bring bird populations to stable levels or to use the birds for educational purposes. They do educational programs, have a nature center just for learning about things, and everyone there is a wealth of information about anything bird and nature related.
(I think you can see a theme here. Education, people. It makes the world work.)
Anyway. Great place. If you ever get the chance to go, you should.
Years 13, 14, and 15 were some of my hardest years as an awkward teenager. Like, every teenager has it hard. I totally get that.
But I think I get a little bonus here.
I was homeschooled. Guys were weirded out by me cause I was into nature and the sex lives of owls. I was going through a period where I only listened to the Beatles and oldies station. I was round, not in a curvy fun way but just in a chubby way.
My dad also lost his job when I was 14, getting one in Springfield, Illinois. For a year, my mom, sister, and I would spend the week doing all our many activities, only to leave on the weekends to visit my dad in Illinois.
It was kind of fun, you know, traveling and all that. But it was hard. Emotionally and physically.
And that's where WBS comes in.
Every Wednesday, like clockwork, I would wake up at 7 am and put on my WBS tee shirt with khaki colored pants. (They once addressed this at a staff meeting I went to. Khaki, I learned, was apparently a type of material, not an appropriate term for color. So it had to be specified as "khaki colored pants".)
From 10 am until 2 pm, I did grunt work. I gutted mice, rabbits, quail, and the occasional guinea pig for the raptor's food. I cleaned bird stalls and mats with Simple Green, which I still love the smell of. There were carpets to be sprayed down and vacuuming to be done and rabbit crap to scrape out of a litter box (Cadbury was cute enough that it didn't bug me) and parrot stalls to give the good ol' Listerine treatment to.
I got to watch all the owls work on flying from glove to glove. I fell in love with Tobin, a European barn owl who hatched the spring before I started volunteering. I got to hear wild Barred owls in the woods surrounding the sanctuary and got over my fear of bees and got to watch the seasons change like I never had before.
The best part? Having adults outside of my parents actually speak to me like an adult. To them, I wasn't just this horribly dorky kid (although, I still cringe at the fact that I really was) but an equal with a quest for knowledge. I could ask as many questions as I wanted - and believe me, I did - and they all got answered fully.
It was heaven.
I loved my Wednesdays.
So while the chaos in my life was going on, my Wednesdays stayed consistent. Each one brought a piece of stability that my parents knew I needed.
A few months before I turned 15, my dad lost his job in Illinois. I was okay with it, cause I wasn't too keen on Illinois to totally honest. And it meant I got to stay at the WBS for a bit longer. Six weeks later, though, he got another one.
In Colorado.
The farewell the WBS gave me was amazing. I got to hold Tobin even though I technically wasn't old enough yet. The pictures are still on our fridge and on my desk. I received a framed picture of Tobin (displayed on my bookshelf as of this posting) and a beautiful card signed by everyone I worked with (stuck to the back of the bedroom door).
Tobin recently died last year. I was really upset. I hadn't gotten back to St. Louis in three years and it killed me that I never got that one last look at him.
But.
I think it's okay.
Continued in the next post.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Notes from the Blogger
Hi, my readers. :)
I'm realizing that going a month without blogging is apparently going to be the norm, at least for now. So I thought now would be a good time to create a few "editorial notes" about this lovely blog for the new readers (and older readers, as well).
So what should you know?
1. I am a College Student.
So, this doesn't mean a whole lot in the great scheme of things. Except that I am very science minded and will possibly be bringing it to this blog. I love science. I love learning. That's pretty key to knowing me. And that my time is crazy (and will remain crazy for at least the next four years), which brings me to...
2. Gaps in the Blog are Expected.
Yeah. So being a female science student who lives with her family and boyfriend while playing the violin and knitting has some serious perks. Like, I get to go out and observe organisms. And I get to have cuddle time with my man. And violin recitals and holiday/birthday/fun knitting projects and whatever else I can possibly fit in. So gaps are totally the norm here. I would love to be able to promise a blog post a week, but I can't make any guarantees.
3. Spirituality is Huge.
My faith is perhaps one of the few things that gets me through. I have a very strong relationship with the Devine, though it is not at all in a traditional way. It's a mix of so many things - energy and healing, Wicca thoughts, Christian principles, meditations, prayer, etc. I do not follow religion and I don't believe in hell or damnation. If this bothers you, I respect that. But please understand that my faith, being part of who I am, will probably come up at some point.
4. I Love Owls.
As will owls. Owls are my love. I have always loved them and I always will. Yes, I think they are cute, but it's so much more than that. Owls in the wild (and in captivity) are some of the most loving creatures you will find. They mate for life and spend their entire lives with their mate. Studies have been done on owls that lose their mates; most of the them wither away. Their calls are beautiful, their physical make up is beautiful, and they can represent so much - creativity, nighttime, wisdom, the moon. Owls are my creature. They will probably appear in this blog often.
5. I Knit Obsessively.
The original goal of this blog was to have a knitting blog like so many of the ones I follow. While that didn't work (too much of myself is interwoven into everything I do, I can't have one without the other), knitting is a huge driving force of what I do. It connects me to generations before me, to my mom, to the very center of creation. I love the colors, I love the textures. I love when a pattern forces me to learn a new technique. I also enjoy creating some of my own patterns.
6. I Write All the Time.
It may not be on here, but it's true. I carry a composition book with me and usually several notepads. I never know when an idea will hit me. And granted, writing is not something I want to make my living off of, but it is still something I love. It's expression, it's release, it's a natural part of me. And maybe one day I will have some essays published. We'll see.
7. I Also Read.
Reading is cool. I even bought a Nook with a Kindle app so I could read on the lightrail on my way to and from school easier. Books are amazing. I'm not a huge fantasy reader or fiction reader, but I love historical things and creative non-fiction. Science books and spiritual books also are great. I have this fear that if I stop reading, my mind will melt from ignorance. And that is just unacceptable.
8. I Tend to be Liberal.
No, I don't vote by party lines. That's dumb. Do your research and vote accordingly. But I am a very big supporter of free speech, basic freedoms, and the need to have self expression. I support gun control as well as the right to carry. I also support gay rights and the right to choose an abortion. Which leads to...
9. I Support Women's Rights.
Don't tell me what I can or can not do because of my gender. Better yet, don't tell me what I can or can not do in general. Because I will defy you. I hate rape culture and want more people to be aware of it. I do not support slut shaming. I don't think your virginity defines you. And I loathe anyone or anything that tries to bring women down. Women are awesome. We are strong and beautiful and sensitive, all in one.
And finally...
10. I Love Life.
I love it. Every part of it. And I want to learn all I can, do all I can, be all I can. I want to touch and taste and dream. If you can't handle that, then this blog is not for you.
There you have it, lovely readers. Turn back now if you must or plow ahead (or behind through the archives) if you are brave. This is a journey. It will always be a journey.
Until the next time we meet.
~Meaghan
I'm realizing that going a month without blogging is apparently going to be the norm, at least for now. So I thought now would be a good time to create a few "editorial notes" about this lovely blog for the new readers (and older readers, as well).
So what should you know?
1. I am a College Student.
So, this doesn't mean a whole lot in the great scheme of things. Except that I am very science minded and will possibly be bringing it to this blog. I love science. I love learning. That's pretty key to knowing me. And that my time is crazy (and will remain crazy for at least the next four years), which brings me to...
2. Gaps in the Blog are Expected.
Yeah. So being a female science student who lives with her family and boyfriend while playing the violin and knitting has some serious perks. Like, I get to go out and observe organisms. And I get to have cuddle time with my man. And violin recitals and holiday/birthday/fun knitting projects and whatever else I can possibly fit in. So gaps are totally the norm here. I would love to be able to promise a blog post a week, but I can't make any guarantees.
3. Spirituality is Huge.
My faith is perhaps one of the few things that gets me through. I have a very strong relationship with the Devine, though it is not at all in a traditional way. It's a mix of so many things - energy and healing, Wicca thoughts, Christian principles, meditations, prayer, etc. I do not follow religion and I don't believe in hell or damnation. If this bothers you, I respect that. But please understand that my faith, being part of who I am, will probably come up at some point.
4. I Love Owls.
As will owls. Owls are my love. I have always loved them and I always will. Yes, I think they are cute, but it's so much more than that. Owls in the wild (and in captivity) are some of the most loving creatures you will find. They mate for life and spend their entire lives with their mate. Studies have been done on owls that lose their mates; most of the them wither away. Their calls are beautiful, their physical make up is beautiful, and they can represent so much - creativity, nighttime, wisdom, the moon. Owls are my creature. They will probably appear in this blog often.
5. I Knit Obsessively.
The original goal of this blog was to have a knitting blog like so many of the ones I follow. While that didn't work (too much of myself is interwoven into everything I do, I can't have one without the other), knitting is a huge driving force of what I do. It connects me to generations before me, to my mom, to the very center of creation. I love the colors, I love the textures. I love when a pattern forces me to learn a new technique. I also enjoy creating some of my own patterns.
6. I Write All the Time.
It may not be on here, but it's true. I carry a composition book with me and usually several notepads. I never know when an idea will hit me. And granted, writing is not something I want to make my living off of, but it is still something I love. It's expression, it's release, it's a natural part of me. And maybe one day I will have some essays published. We'll see.
7. I Also Read.
Reading is cool. I even bought a Nook with a Kindle app so I could read on the lightrail on my way to and from school easier. Books are amazing. I'm not a huge fantasy reader or fiction reader, but I love historical things and creative non-fiction. Science books and spiritual books also are great. I have this fear that if I stop reading, my mind will melt from ignorance. And that is just unacceptable.
8. I Tend to be Liberal.
No, I don't vote by party lines. That's dumb. Do your research and vote accordingly. But I am a very big supporter of free speech, basic freedoms, and the need to have self expression. I support gun control as well as the right to carry. I also support gay rights and the right to choose an abortion. Which leads to...
9. I Support Women's Rights.
Don't tell me what I can or can not do because of my gender. Better yet, don't tell me what I can or can not do in general. Because I will defy you. I hate rape culture and want more people to be aware of it. I do not support slut shaming. I don't think your virginity defines you. And I loathe anyone or anything that tries to bring women down. Women are awesome. We are strong and beautiful and sensitive, all in one.
And finally...
10. I Love Life.
I love it. Every part of it. And I want to learn all I can, do all I can, be all I can. I want to touch and taste and dream. If you can't handle that, then this blog is not for you.
There you have it, lovely readers. Turn back now if you must or plow ahead (or behind through the archives) if you are brave. This is a journey. It will always be a journey.
Until the next time we meet.
~Meaghan
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Crazy Week, Lazy Day
Hello my dear readers.
This week has been chaos. Complete chaos. But good chaos.
My mom's brother, who I am basically meeting for the first time in my life, and his daughter (who came out to visit last summer - we adore her to pieces), and his daughter's boyfriend came to visit this week. It's been a lot of busy, a lot of catching up, a lot of laughter, a lot of neurotic behavior. So awesome.
And so exhausting.
Boyfriend comes home tomorrow night, late. He is ready to be home. I am ready for him to be home. There's nothing like being apart for over a month to make you realize how much you truly care about them. And to remind you that you can make time for yourself and it doesn't make you a crappy partner. So the distance has been good.
But it's going to be great to have him home tomorrow.
Saturday is when our company leaves and when sis and I do the 5K. I am...nervous? I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to run it. I've missed a lot of training due to illness and chaos. But I should be able to walk it at least.
School for all of us starts on Monday. I am so ready. I am craving school for some reason. It's going to be a very busy semester, but it's going to be so good. Bring it on, school, bring it on.
Today is like an island in the chaos. Visitors are camping in the mountains today and tomorrow. Everything is basically caught up here on the home range. It's about to rain. I'm so used to being busy that I can't sit still. I think I want to knit, but none of my projects are calling me....
Maybe I'll go for a walk.
~Meaghan
This week has been chaos. Complete chaos. But good chaos.
My mom's brother, who I am basically meeting for the first time in my life, and his daughter (who came out to visit last summer - we adore her to pieces), and his daughter's boyfriend came to visit this week. It's been a lot of busy, a lot of catching up, a lot of laughter, a lot of neurotic behavior. So awesome.
And so exhausting.
Boyfriend comes home tomorrow night, late. He is ready to be home. I am ready for him to be home. There's nothing like being apart for over a month to make you realize how much you truly care about them. And to remind you that you can make time for yourself and it doesn't make you a crappy partner. So the distance has been good.
But it's going to be great to have him home tomorrow.
Saturday is when our company leaves and when sis and I do the 5K. I am...nervous? I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to run it. I've missed a lot of training due to illness and chaos. But I should be able to walk it at least.
School for all of us starts on Monday. I am so ready. I am craving school for some reason. It's going to be a very busy semester, but it's going to be so good. Bring it on, school, bring it on.
Today is like an island in the chaos. Visitors are camping in the mountains today and tomorrow. Everything is basically caught up here on the home range. It's about to rain. I'm so used to being busy that I can't sit still. I think I want to knit, but none of my projects are calling me....
Maybe I'll go for a walk.
~Meaghan
Thursday, August 1, 2013
I Have Pictures!
Finally.
Am I right, or am I right, my dear readers?
So, what have I been doing the past three or more weeks?
Let's take a peek!
It's a neck warmer. I just need to add some buttons....
And that sums it up.
Boyfriend will be home soon.
5k is soon.
Family in from out of town soon.
And school.
Which is another story, about financial aide and making a Meaghan mad.
Until the next post, my readers.
~Meaghan
Am I right, or am I right, my dear readers?
So, what have I been doing the past three or more weeks?
Let's take a peek!
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| Remember that fun fleece I got from my friend? Here it is, all spun and knitted! |
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| I love this rinse. |
It's a neck warmer. I just need to add some buttons....
My friend Amy and I went out to celebrate my birthday.
Me and my man for my birthday. :)
Birthday yarn from Boyfriend. It's Madelinetosh merino. I am so in love with it. :D
My Owlie socks I made a while ago.
I love how cute the owls are. :3
Baby alpaca, knit into oriel lace.
Look at how delicate it is!
And this is my current project.
Boyfriend will be home soon.
5k is soon.
Family in from out of town soon.
And school.
Which is another story, about financial aide and making a Meaghan mad.
Until the next post, my readers.
~Meaghan
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