The Craziness That is Me...Megan

Frequently moving perfectionist often driven to Crazyville by moving, motherhood, and...myself. Lover of music, homemade things, and Oklahoma.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

IPods ROCK

Now I know this is not a new concept for most of you...and it's not entirely new to me...but IPods ROCK!  The thing is...I do not have a personal IPod.  Farm Boy has one that he uses at work on a daily basis so it goes with him everyday and I've never really thought of using it when he is home.  Until yesterday. 

While realizing that I was on my way to Crazyville unless I got a little me time I decided to slap on the headphones and crank up the IPod and clean house.  Now I know this may come as a shock to some of you...it shocked the daylights out of me.  And I'm guessing by the look on Farm Boy's face when I said...Honey, I'm gonna steal your IPod and clean this house and I don't want to be bothered...he was wondering if I had been abducted by aliens.  But, honestly people...I was desperate.  Desperate to have the healing waters of music poor into my soul and I knew there was no other way to get it done.

So that is what I did.  I disappeared into my headphones and I cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned...for like 4 hours.  You would think that I would have been able to clean two houses in that amount of time but that is how bad it was!  It was atrocious people, absolutely atrocious!  I'm ashamed to admit it but I had some dust on my dresser that probably remembers what the weather was like in June. 

I am pretty proud of myself today.  So proud as a matter of fact that I let myself take a guilt free nap while Q-Tip got her beauty sleep today.  Yeah for me! 

So...the moral of the story is, IPods ROCK, I want my own, and it is utterly amazing what you can get done when you disappear into some headphones! 

NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU
HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

I know y'all could really care less about my productivity yesterday and your really here to see if I completed my closet task for the week.  It's okay...I don't blame you.  I know I'm a slacker and I would check up on me too!  AND, as a matter of fact I was going to ask you guys for a two day extension cause...HAHA...just kidding!!  I totally got it done!!  

I will admit that I did pick the easiest closet first but who can blame me right?  RIGHT!  So it probably won't look like much has changed in the pictures. But I did do some really great purging and feel rather cleansed from it.  And I did put some of my pending craft tasks in a container.  And I have places picked out on the walls to hang some shelves that we had thrown in there.  

Here is some before pictures....



And here is the after...



And here is one for good measure...


Bye y'all! 
And have a blessed day!



Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Old Days

Because it's Saturday night...and because not so long ago on a Saturday night Farm Boy and I would have been in some bar at a concert listening to a band and drinking beer with all our friends...I'm going to post the lyrics to my favorite song and then I'm gonna go drink a beer with Farm Boy and wish our friends were here.  I love you and miss you friends!

This is my favorite song as of today...meaning...it could be a completely different song tomorrow.  Take note....Miranda had a hand in writing her own song...I love it!

 Airstream Song
Miranda Lambert / Natalie Hemby

Sometimes I wish I lived in an Airstream
Homemade curtains, lived just like a gypsy
Break a heart, roll out of town
'Cause gypsies never get tied down

Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain
Drank from a stream instead of a fountain
I’d stay there, top of the world
But I was born a red dirt girl

Unbridled or tethered and tied
The safety of the fence or the danger of the ride
I’ll always be unsatisfied

Sometimes I wish I lived by a pier
In a lighthouse with a chandelier
I’d watch everybody’s ships come in
And then I’d sail away with them

Unanchored in the storm
Or safely on the shore
If this is all I need, why do I want more

Sometimes I wish I lived in an airstream
Homemade curtains, lived just like a gypsy

Ahhh...I just love this song today. 

I'm off...off to have my beer with my Farm Boy. 

Y'all go have a beer...after all, it's Saturday night! 

Wait...what is your favorite song today?  I'd love to know!

Friday, January 29, 2010

But What Does It Mean

I'll tell you a secret but you have to promise not to tell....K? Ready? K...so sometimes (all the time) I wish I was an awesome, kick ass, none can compare songwriter. I wish I could write songs that completely took your breathe away. I’m not just talking about a honkey tonk badonkadonk songwriter…I’m talking like a Miranda Lambert, and I hate to admit it but Taylor Swift kinda song writer. She’s good; you have to admit the girl is good. Really though there are a hundred people I can think of. Jamey Johnson, Randy Rogers….see where I’m going with this? The differences between them and the honkey tonk badonkadonk guy…their songs have a story. When I hear one of their songs I want to call them up so bad and figure it all out. I want to ask them...so where did this one come from?

I heard that Randy Rogers once wrote 80+ songs about the same girl. And every song I have heard Randy Rogers sing I like. Every one of them. Oh the things I would do with half that talent!

Really though…it’s the stories behind those songs that get me. Or it’s the songs that I can relate to my life…that I can put MY story into. That is what really gets me. I like for there to be meaning behind things. I don’t know why it is so important to me. I can’t just make a hasty decision about anything really. I want there to be some hidden meaning in everything around me.

So I think…if I could write songs…I could release all that hidden meaning stuff and name my dog something random and off the wall and not worry so much about naming her something that means something. What do y’all think?

I don’t have a clue how to write a song though and I’m gonna be realistic and say, I don’t think I could write a song that was worth a darn even if I did know how to write a song. But I will say, I LOVE a good song that has a good story behind it!

And deep down…I’ll always wish I was a songwriter!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Where Are You GOING?


QUESTION OF THE WEEK
What are your goals?

No....I don't mean you and your husband’s goals....or your goals for your kids...what are YOUR goals? What do YOU want/need?

Raise your hand if you have ever been driving in the car and said to yourself...where in the world am I going? *raising hand* Sad but true. I have totally done this. Which reminds me of a little phrase I once heard.....

YOU CAN'T GET WHERE YOU'RE
GOING UNLESS YOU KNOW WHERE YOU
WANT TO GO!

I had completely forgotten about this little piece of wisdom. And then today...*light bulb*...remembered it while thinking to myself....I...need a HOUSEKEEPER! Now I know this sounds random and crazy but hear me out y'all. So...I now have fully realized that I need a housekeeper and THAT is my destination/goal. Now, what do I need to do to get a housekeeper? I need more money. How am I going to get more money? *still thinking* I have no idea...YET. But, I am going to make myself a Dream Board. Actually, I'm going to call it my Goal Board. I have heard of people doing this before but have never really done it myself. So I hear all you have to do is get a poster board...I'm going to use a piece of paper...probably several sheets in my case...and copy and paste pictures from the internet or cut them out of a magazine and glue them onto your paper. Then, you put your paper up on the wall somewhere that you will see it everyday several times a day.

I know, it sounds kinda crazy. It might be...I might totally be losing you now...if your even there at all. But, I'm willing to take one for the team and try it out. I don't mind if y'all think I'm crazy...I kind of figured you did by now anyway!

I'll keep you updated on my Goal Board goings on.

First order of business.....getting myself a housekeeper.  Some way or another!





Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Just Tell Me Why!

Why, oh why when the baby pops out do we start thinking we have to be June Cleaver? I mean really people! It is completely ridiculous and unattainable! And I know I'm not the only one here! And I know it's not because I watched too much TV when I was little and thought that is the way it is supposed to be. And I know it's not because of the wonderful example my mom was. She was by the way but I know that isn't the reason. It's like this switch that gets flipped in your brain. And when you can't measure up to this expectation that you have for yourself, feelings of shame and failure set in. And once again...IT'S RIDICULOUS!!

You know it's all in your head but you can't stop. You can't stop thinking that you aren't doing it good enough or just simply, you aren't doing enough. Even though your husband is supportive and your child is moving along developmentally, it's not enough. Because your house isn't spotless, the dog needs a bath, your roots haven't been done in Lord knows how long, your toes aren't painted and your heels....don't even go there! I haven't even mentioned what some mothers deal with taking one child to soccer while the other goes to dance...etc. And those are just the things that NEED to be done...not the things that you WANT to do. 

Something has to give so eventually, YOU start losing YOU. You start having flashbacks every now and again about what you like to do...and if I had time I'd love to go do this or that. Or remember when I could go here or there. You start forgetting what it is that makes up you. You aside from wife and mommy. You starts slipping away. 

When are we going to realize that WE (the wives and mommies) can't do it all?! We can't possibly handle everything that needs to be handled today. We need HELP! Help from our husbands, help from our families, and especially help from our friends. Friends, we need to remind each other of these things. We ain't June Freakin Cleaver and we ain't never gonna be! It's just the fact of the matter. 

So, y'all know I'm talking to myself right! Cause you know I'm crazy like that and all. 

What I really mean to say is...dear, dear friends of mine...please tell me on a regular basis that I am NOT June Freakin Cleaver! Cause I need to be reminded...FREQUENTLY. And don't worry dear friends...I'll remind you too! 

P.S. A show I saw on TV the other day prompted these thoughts. It was about a "do it all" mommy that became an alcoholic at the age of 41. She is sober now and doing well but she said the one thing she would say to other women is..."There is nothing to be ashamed of." What I feel she was referring to is there is nothing to be ashamed of if you can't do it all. There is nothing to be ashamed of if you can't be June Cleaver and still manage to hold on to a shred of yourself along the way. It's just not possible....for me anyway. And I'm not ashamed to say it!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

What's In a Name? - Pt 2

Red Dirt and Crazy...why in the world would you pick such a name? I'm sure that is what you must be thinking. There is actually quite a bit in this one.

Farm Boy helped me pick it out and it really couldn't be more perfect for me. He knows me so well. So the Red Dirt part....well, Farm Boy and I are from Oklahoma. It is our beloved Homeland and it is known for its Red Dirt. We love it and we miss it. Red Dirt also refers to our favorite genre of music which is made by artists from.....you guessed it...Oklahoma!! Good gracious y'all are smart! It is also sometimes referred to as Red Dirt/Texas Music. I'll dive in to what that is all about another day. So the Red Dirt part refers to two of my favorite things...Oklahoma and Music. Both of which I miss dearly.

Okay, so that leaves the Crazy part. Must I explain it? I mean really...haven't you read enough to know by now that I am a raving lunatic? I guess I could just say…I am a stay at home mom with no babysitter! That pretty much sums it up too. Nah…not really. It’s that dang perfectionist b-word I got that won’t leave me alone and let me enjoy myself in my messy house! She really is a pain in my side sometimes. 

The danged ol’….b-word!

Monday, January 25, 2010

My Little Girl Dream

Doesn't every little kid have a dream? A dream about who they want to be like or what they want to do when they grow up. I had LOTS of dreams! Like when I was really little I wanted to be Daisy Duke and have a really awesome Jeep. Then I wanted to be a Veterinarian and take care of horses. Horses, horses, horses. It was all I thought about and all I dreamed about. Then in the midst of horses I heard about this cowgirl chick named Charmayne James. It was all over from there. I WANTED TO BE....Charmayne James! Cause SHE was awesome!

Charmayne James is a barrel racer. She is the holder of more World Championships than any other woman in Professional Sports. But back when I wanted to be her I didn't even know about all of her championships and all of her titles. All I knew was that she had saved a horse from "being put to pasture" when she was just 14 years old. Now how cool is that? His name was Scamper and he was not much more than a bucking bronc when she got him. But she saw something that no one else saw. She saw his potential and slowly but surely turned him into a legend. And that is why I wanted to be her. I wanted to do something really great like that. I wanted to make my mark on the world! But at the time it was the rodeo world.

Needless to say I didn't become the next Charmayne James and I didn't save a horse from "being put to pasture". I guess my dreams have changed a little cause I know realistically that at my age and in the state of Maryland I'm not gonna be the next big rodeo star or save a rotten horse. But, I'm still looking for my sharpie so I can make my mark. I just have a much broader canvas to mark on now! And one day...I'm gonna find the perfect spot! When I do everyone better watch out cause I'm gonna go CRAZY! I'm already excited about it! It's gonna be great!

In the meantime...I guess I'll change a few diapers and teach someone their ABC's. That's pretty great I guess...don't ya think? I think so. Maybe I'll throw in a few 123's for some added greatness.

And maybe organize a few closets. Cause Lord knows the world is a MUCH better place when it is organized! I guess I covered that yesterday though huh? Speaking of yesterday...y'all aren't holding me to that are ya?

Just kiddin...simmer down....I plan on starting my first closet tomorrow. Things got a little out of hand today! Tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always tomorrow......

Sunday, January 24, 2010

My Plaguing Addictions - Pt I

I am an addict. Plain and simple. There is no other way to say this effectively. And my plaguing addiction is...Organization. Does this mean that I am organized? HEAVENS NO!! That is the entire problem people! I am NOT organized....not even close. I need it, I want it, I crave it, I feel SO much better when I have it...classic symptoms of an addict. Not being organized is one of THE major things that sends me to Crazyville.

In my quest to keep it real I'm going to make another confession that may shock and appall some of you...here I go. *Deep Breath* We have lived at our current residence for almost an entire year and NONE of the closets in this house are organized yet!! NOT A SINGLE ONE! Q-Tips is probably the most decent and Farm Boy's would be a close second but my closet..I can barely say it..IT is the worst of them all by far! It's a disgrace people...a hideous disgrace!

Now to some this may not bother you and I say good for you if that is the case! But for me it is a plaguing situation that is rotting away at my soul. Until I find organization in this house it is a continuous load that I bear upon my shoulders day after day after day after day. F.Y.I....I'm runnin outta room up there! The thought of my hideous closets, among other places in this house that need help, is constantly in the back of my mind. It never leaves and whenever I sit down to do something that I consider fun....that little monster b-word perfectionist (still haven't got a name bad enough for her yet) creeps into my brain and says....WHAT THE H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? You need to be organizing woman...ORGANIZING!! There is NO time for YOU to be having ANY kind of fun until it is ALL done!

Then the guilt sets in because I would rather enjoy myself, scrapbooking, sewing, or reading for that matter, rather than organize anything. Well maybe my scrapbook, sewing or reading stuff but does that really count? Although I do enjoy organizing once I get going. It's just the time I have to do that has to compete with all those other things and it's not at the top of my list. I mean can you blame me for wanting to read rather than organize? Then the mommy guilt sets in and says...what kind of example are you? What are you teaching your daughter? You are teaching her that it is okay to have a messy closet. It's not okay to have to lean over the pile of crap to get to your clothes. It's not okay that there are things that are STILL in boxes that need to be dealt with. And again, there may be some of you that feel it is okay and I am happy for you. Happy that you don't have the monster b-word perfectionist in your brain. What a joyous existence! Cause I have her and mine is like H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS sometimes.

I'm feeling a little ambitious this evening people....Lord help me. I'm afraid I'm about to say something that I may regret. It wouldn't be the first time! However, in order to save my soul from a slow rotting death I am considering putting this here blog to good use. Farm Boy would be so pleased...hehee. I am going to pledge to organize...to the best of my ability....one closet per week until they are done. And then I will move on to other disorganized and hideous parts of this house. And, I will document my progress and report back to you. Keep me in check people! I'm counting on you! I need you...don't let me down!!

But above all....pray for me people...I need help!!

P.S. I'm trying to keep Priscilla at bay today....yesterday she got a little out of hand with the A-word. Sorry!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

I'm a Pansy Ass...It's true!

Yea it's Saturday and Farm Boy is home with us!! Just had to share my excitement with someone!

Today I was reminded once again of the Pansy Ass of a mommy that I am. I am people...a big one. Call it what you will....weenie, loser....whatever you want but I am. I have such a good baby! She is calm, cool and collected most of the time. She is having a bit of a problem with strangers right now but I'm not to concerned about it yet. She does have her moments of toddler tantrums but they never last more than a few seconds and she is done and moving on about her business. She is happy pretty much wherever especially if she has a book to look at. I'm not trying to brag y'all but she is...ask anyone that knows her. Now...could this calm, cool and collectedness be a by-product of plenty of rest, minimal sugar, and ZERO caffeine in the diet? Who can say. But what I do know is that she is a very good baby. I am telling y'all this because....I know, I mean KNOW that if I had a hard baby....I would be in the nut house! And THAT is how I know I'm a pansy ass.

So today we took Q-Tip out for lunch after her big One Year Old photo shoot. Yes, yes I KNOW she is now 15 months...I'm runnin a little behind on the pictures these days. She was just a little tired and a tiny bit cranky but we made it through lunch without incident and as we were walking away from our table a lady stopped me. She stopped me to tell me what a good baby I had. She said it a few times and said we could NEVER take our son out to eat anywhere when he was that age. She said you are very blessed. Now wasn't that sweet of her? I thought it was sweet and I was VERY appreciative. I told her that I felt very blessed to have such a good baby and I knew she was good and thanked her for being so sweet and telling me. And my Q-Tip's sweet goodness is what makes me feel like a pansy ass!

God love all the mommies out there that have hard babies! God love y'all cause I don't know how you do it! I feel like I'm on the brink most of the time and I have a good baby! It is hard work being a mommy! Hard in so many ways. Emotionally, physically, mentally...all hard. Yes it is rewarding and fun and exciting and leaves you awe struck at the life you created. Those parts are wonderful and there is plenty of that. But at times....whew....I'm a pansy ass...that's just all there is to it!

P.S. To all the great women out there and my dear, dear friends that want to be mommies!! Y'all are gonna be so much better than me cause y'all aren't pansy asses!! Y'all are gonna be Rock Star Mommies and I can't wait to see it! Love you!

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Stack of Books

I LOVE TO READ!! It is one of my most favorite things to do...right up there with...well, I'll save those topics for another day but I love to read. It calms me, it excites me, it makes me smarter, it grounds me...I love it, love it, love it. But, the fact of the matter is that my reading time isn't what it used to be.

Case in point: This.....


is the stack of books that is on the shelf of my nightstand. There are 10 books here...go ahead and count them...it's okay...I sometimes questions my math skills as well. As I was saying...there are 10 books here and I am itching to read all 10 of them. This stack is mainly comprised of "help mommy to be a good mommy" books, "help wife be a good wife books", one on The National Cathedral, and one that my friend Courtney gave me that she assures me I will love. I don't doubt this in the slightest...as a matter of fact it scares me more that I will love it, not want to put it down, and then neglect other duties that are more important than the book. I guess it would come to an end eventually....when I've read it from cover to cover. Should I become aware that this book is a series that could pose a problem.
What this stack does NOT include is the other 10-15 books that I am DYING to read that currently reside in our local library. Call me crazy but I want to read the Harry Potter books and The Twilight books as well as several other "help ME" books including the Biggest Loser diet books. Because Lord knows I NEED to be a Biggest Loser. And we aren't even touching Oprah's latest list of great books! It's never ending!!
Once again, I find myself in desperation. Desperately seeking more time....but this time...I need time to READ!
P.S. Did you know that The Twilight books were written by a stay-at-home mom that was going crazy just like me?!?!! It's a fact! Which is what inspired me to want to read those books. Cause hey...if she can come up with a million dollar story...then I should be able to too...dad-gummit!
I'm off...to write my million dollar story...hopefully.
Cause I need a million dollars!
I'll tell you my many, many reasons for that later.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Petty Officer Priscilla


~*DISCLAIMER*~


If you have known me since I was 5 and still think of me in that manner....or if you have never seen me lose it a little....you may want to read my post about Q-Tip instead of this one. If you do read on you have to promise to love me as I am, defects and all!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So I told you I would tell you more about me....so, here I go. I'm all about keepin it real folks so I'm just gonna lay it out there. Sometimes....I cuss like a sailor. Petty Officer Priscilla to be exact...that's her name...the cusser that hides way down deep in my being. I know, I know...it's terrible and foul and there is no excuse for it! But, it happens from time to time and I can't stop her...she forces her way up and out my mouth before I can say a word otherwise! I try, I try so hard but sometimes I feel a certain word fits a certain situation so much better than another word and then Priscilla gets her way and then it happens...I've cussed like a sailor...DANG IT!

In defense of my poor, poor mama and daddy...none of this is their fault! They tried to raise me better but their pleading I denied(Name that song!). They hate it...I know they do, but they still love me as I am...defects and all!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Success! Well, sort of.

So today was a pretty productive day at my house. Despite the fact that Farm Boy got home 3 hours later than normal. I cleaned my entire kitchen. I cleaned it like moved everything off the counters cleaned it! And I swept the floor in the kitchen and the entry way! Hot diggity dog I was on FIRE today!

Meanwhile...Q-Tip is runnin around...havin a good ol time. Carryin things from here to there bein 1...remember what that was like? Me neither. Anyway, so I finished up the kitchen and said to myself, Self, you should go in the living room now and take a little break, read a few books to Q-Tip, do the shape sorter a couples times...and so I did. When I walked into the living room Q-Tip followed and I said baby go get your shape sorter. And she squealed and made a b-line for it. She was so darn excited I thought she was going to fall all over herself getting back to me. I was quite surprised at her level of excitement. Then I thought....is she excited because I've been cleaning on the kitchen and sweeping the floors for the past hour and half and have hardly paid her any mind?

ENTER: Mommy guilt.

I finally get somewhat productive and then that happens!

Hells bells.

Channeling Jillian

So I think my wonderful friend Pam was channeling Jillian last night because she wrote me this.....

Well desperate times call for desperate measures...here's my advice: get rid of it!! You're done playin' now, it's been fun, but it's time to go! GO...right now, don't read another word...go to the kitchen and throw it away! Eugenia may have won the battle, but don't let her win the war!!! Yes, yes, yes...it's terribly hard for perfectionists like us to be wasteful and throw perfectly good food away...but trust me...you just gotta do it!

Which resulted in this....



I beat you, I beat you...nanny nanny boo boo!! Take THAT Eugenia!!

Oh Lord I hope she doesn't pull my fingernails out tonight!! I'm kinda skeered....
I wish Jillian (aka: Pam) could come live at my house and kick Eugenia's arce for me...that would be totally awesome!!
By the way...thanks my wonderful friend Pam...you are Pam-tastic! LYMI

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

What's In a Name? - Pt 1

So what is this Q-Tip name all about you ask? Well let me just tell ya. My little Q-Tip was born with a full head of white hair. This, according to all the nurses at the hospital is quite unusual. Most blonde babies are born with little to no hair at all, so I hear. Not Q-Tip...white as can be and quite a bit of it. As you can see here......


and here......
I wish I could say that I made this name up myself but alas....I did not. The doctor that helped her make her Grand Entrance gave it to her. We walked in and she said, well there's that little Q-Tip head...and now you know...what's in that name!
Stay tuned for more What's In A Name...but in the meantime....do you or anyone in your family have a nickname and how did you/they get it?




Eugenia the Wicked

I have a wicked, wicked thing that has staked it's claim inside me from day one. It is Eugenia the Wicked. Eugenia the Wicked is the source of all my sweet cravings. It is her...the evil little sucker...that makes me want cake and cookies and pie and ice cream...and...I can't do it. I can no longer talk about these things.

I'm fairly certain Eugenia is a descendant of Ernest who resides in my darling daddy. Eugenia and Ernest have haunted my daddy and me from the beginning of the beginning. It's such a terrible thing to endure.

Well Eugenia reared her ugly head Sunday night while I was at the grocery store getting a movie. Our grocery store has the Red Box DVD rental inside...suckers...it's a conspiracy dang it. Anyway, she reared her ugly head in a big way and threatened to pull out every one of my fingernails if I do not buy this....



And so I did. And as you can see...Farm Boy and I have made short work of it. And today at lunch...I have to admit although I hate to admit....I took a fork and ate a few bites. You see, I couldn't wait until tonight after we put Q-Tip to bed. I wanted it NOW dad-gummit.
There, I said it......I feel SO MUCH better!!
By the way....thanks a lot Daddy! :-)
P.S. If you should have any suggestions on how to rid myself of Eugenia...PLEASE for the Love of Sweets...tell me! This is a desperate situation people! DESPERATE!!








Monday, January 18, 2010

Noooo Chicken Daddy

Ahhh the joys of motherhood. It is so wonderful. But it is especially wonderful when new stages and developments occur. Like tonight for example. Q-Tip has decided that she no longer wants to eat dinner....well, most of the time that is. She will eat breakfast with no problem, lunch is smooth sailing, and a small snack after her nap with glee...but supper, now way. Which can be very frustrating for mommy who's first instinct is above all, to feed the child!

We had turkey for supper tonight...yummy, yummy turkey! I was especially excited about this because I just KNEW that Q-Tip would eat her "chicken". How can you get EXCITED you say about turkey? Well you just don't know the supper-time drama we have had in this house almost every night! It was gonna be smooth sailing through supper tonight though...WRONG!

So I put Q-Tip in her high chair tonight and lay the yummy, yummy turkey morsels on her tray and she DEVOURED them....NOT. She wouldn't touch them. UGH! So Farm Boy and I encouraged and praised and continued eating our "chicken" and showing her how yummy it was. Saying the whole time...eat your "chicken". All of a sudden after one of Farm Boy's "eat your chicken" she abruptly said...Noooo chicken, nooooo chicken daddy!

You think it's funny ay?? I have to admit I had to turn my head for a split second to fight off a giggle. But fight it off I must! This behavior can not be encouraged! It must be stopped! Stopped in the name of all that is good and holy! But, she is 1....what can you do at this point? We just ignored it. But....I have to admit, in that same split second that I wanted to giggle, I also wanted to pinch her cute, fat little cheeks off.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Craziness That is Me - Translation: About Me

Hey y'all, I'm Megan. Looks like you have stumbled upon my ramblings of craziness....hope you have a minute to kick back relax and get a couple laughes. Sorry, I don't offer massages.

So about me.....I'm a 25 + 5 yr old (I have issues with the 3-0 word) wife to a Farm Boy and mother to a 1 yr old baby girl we call Q-Tip. When you see a picture you'll know why. The reason I am here is to give you a good laugh for the day and to find others with the same plaguing issues that I have. And Ohhh the issues that I have! I am a struggling perfectionist who my darling Farm Boy has moved from state to state which I have dealt with fairly well I might add but throw a baby into the mix and that has about done me in! Frankly, it has driven me to Crazyville! Now Crazyville can sometimes be a fun place but it also has dark alleys that you don't want to go down after dark...if you know what I mean?

I don't blame my darling Q-Tip for this. She is simply an innocent by-stander in the whole thing. All the poor child wants is for someone to sit down and read a book to her or help her with her shape sorter. But being the perfectionist that I am I have to go off and make things complicated....which as I'm sure you can understand is in her best interest!

My Farm Boy is also not to blame. His career being what it is moves us around quite a bit. I signed up for this gig though...I knew what the future held. I'm not sorry or regretful though. There is no other place on earth that I would rather be than with him. Even if the moving makes me to go Crazyville sometimes...and it does! Cause let me just tell ya moving ain't my cup o' tea. It throws the OCD into FULL EFFECT! Thus, causing me to need medication desperately which I refuse to take because I'm a perfectionist now dad-gummit and perfectionists DO NOT need medication! Plus, I'm just really afraid that I will like it...I will like it alot!

So that is the short version of who I am and the roots of my craziness. As the days follow you will see more of who I am, things that send me to Crazyville for the weekend, and the things that I love. Like my Farm Boy and my Q-Tip.

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