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I Tackle ‘Cause I Love (I Hug Because I’m Awkward At Introductions And Goodbyes)

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

This is a girl who's excited to tackle.

As Robby informed a newcomer last week, “don’t mind Megan, she’s overbearing.”

(At first, I included an ellipsis before overbearing but I was just kidding myself, there was no real life pause.)

(The truth hurts.)

(And is, in my opinion, not very truthful.)

(It’s called being friendly to newcomers, Robby.)

(And only like 13% overbearing.)

I’m known for few things amongst my high school friends.

Constant photography.

Being dreadful at gift exchanges.

Forgetting to invite people to my New Year’s party until the end of December.

But I’m trying to expand that repertoire.

I’m starting small.

Tackling friends small.

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

The tacklee isn't as thrilled.

It doesn’t take much to tackle.

Just a strong desire for photos and a dream.

And a victim.

Or, as I prefer to call them, an old high school friend.

(My friends put up with a lot.)

(But once a year they have a 50/50 chance I’ll remember to send them a birthday e-card.)

(So… pretty worth it.)

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

That's what I call my sexy face. For obvious reasons.

The most important thing to remember while tackling is to never let the tacklee know what’s coming.

And to plant your feet.

‘Cause falling always takes away from the majesty of the moment.

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

I never remember to plant my feet.

In lieu of stability, I provide laughter.

And far too-tight middle squeezes.

Those aren’t necessarily a plus.

But once you’ve been tackled, you have to work with what you’ve been given.

Robby's 9th Annual Christmas Party

This is fun for at least one of the participants.

And sometimes, when one friend loves the other friend very much and the latter friend is too nice to violently wrest herself away from the first friend, then tackling turns into puppetry.

‘Cause I know how to party.

And I’m not strong on when to stop.

I have a sudden craving for cheese

Which is completely unrelated to anything,


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  • nursemyra January 5, 2012, 2:36 am

    Have you tried Wasabi cheese? It’s delicious, though it’s not related to tackling in any way

  • Janie Fox January 5, 2012, 6:35 am

    haha so worth an e card. an end of Dec. invite beats the no invite. thanks for nothing. now i need some cheese to soothe meself.

  • Anonymous January 5, 2012, 6:43 am

    Overbearing? I too Megan. Though I prefer to call it a ‘whirling dervish of love’ stay with that. I too now want cheese. What’s all that about?

    • Juliette January 5, 2012, 6:44 am

      That was me up there – now making cheese on toast. See how you inspire people!

  • Sorta Southern Single Mom January 5, 2012, 7:04 am

    This made me giggle… I needed to giggle this morning!

    One of my good friends punched…or maybe it was more like a fist-bump… her husband in the shoulder at the end of their first date and said, “Call me sometime” and he married her (obviously if I already said he was her husband) Yay for a little social awkwardness!

  • Mark January 5, 2012, 8:21 am

    That “sexy-face” of yours totally does it for me.
    I may need a cigarette in a minute or two.
    Yes, I know, that’s a bad first impression that I’m making on your blog.
    I’ll try to be better.
    Your New Friend, m.

  • Jon January 5, 2012, 8:36 am

    So… I won’t wait for the never-to-come invitation to your New Year’s party… I’ll just drop by! 😉

  • craftosaurus January 5, 2012, 10:13 am

    Laughter is welcome in lieu of a great many things, actually! Good decision.

  • Bridget January 5, 2012, 10:34 am

    I have a magnet that says, “The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” Add to that: tackling.

  • SpilledInkGuy January 5, 2012, 10:35 am

    At first I was going to compliment you on a good take down.
    But that was before I got to the ‘plant your feet’ part.
    So let me just say I’ll bet your first aid skills are exemplary.
    I know who to call if I ever start to choke on a piece of cheese.
    You’ll know it’s me by the gargled rasping.

  • Hutch January 5, 2012, 11:55 am

    I like to tackle kids. Is that wrong?

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 12:03 pm

      It depends. Are we talking humans or goats? ‘Cause humans are fine, but goats… well, that’s just wrong.

      • Hutch January 5, 2012, 12:04 pm

        Definitely humans. Although I’m not surrounded by very many goats so I can’t rule them out entirely.

  • John January 5, 2012, 1:20 pm

    Mmmmmmm, cheese.

    I can’t surprise tackle anyone . . . it would be, um, bad.

  • Jo January 5, 2012, 1:38 pm

    Tackling is not necessarily a bad thing, but do you always do it from behind? Since, if you do it from the front, they can see you coming and possibly duck out of the incoming embrace leaving you falling on your face from lack of planting of the feet?

    Or, I could be over-thinking this.

  • Emmy January 5, 2012, 1:50 pm

    You lost me at cheese. Cheese always distracts me- don’t believe me- ask my kid section.

    And we all need a friend like you- helps keep us on our toys and our defense skills sharp 🙂

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 4:55 pm

      Exactly! When the zombie apocalypse comes, I’ll have prepared you for all surprise tackles.

      Then you’ll thank me, you’ll all thank me. (cue maniacal laughter)

  • Misty January 5, 2012, 1:56 pm

    Wow, you need to warn a girl before you go springing that sexy face on me, all unsuspecting-like! I am so hot and bothered now, I might need to go lay down. You know, to rest.

    Was your friend choking on something at some point? Because if so, you were obviously just being a helpful friend in trying to save her life. You should actually get a medal. Made of cheese.

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 4:54 pm

      I know, right? I just throw my sexy face around, riling up the Internet. I just can’t help myself sometimes, it’s my inner exhibitionist. And when re-telling this story I clearly should say she was choking. Then make myself that cheese medal as a reward. For awesomeness. And for lying.

  • Shell January 5, 2012, 2:00 pm

    I pretty much always have a cheese craving.

  • Amanda Austin January 5, 2012, 3:22 pm

    You’d get along so well with my friend Andrew at work. He touches people’s hair when he’s in an uncomfortable situation, or sometimes asks inappropriate questions. I’ve threatened to call HR on him numerous times.

    I’d never call HR on you, though.

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 4:53 pm

      Andrew sounds amazing. I think we might be soul mates. But first, I must know – what’s his opinion of the Muppets and does he tickle? ‘Cause tickling isn’t awkward, it’s just cruel.

  • Robin January 5, 2012, 3:25 pm

    LOL – here’s hoping I don’t run into you anytime soon. I hate being hugged and I hate being tackled even more haha!

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 4:52 pm

      Strangely enough? I hate being hugged too! I have to have loved you for years before you enter the hug zone!

  • Suniverse January 5, 2012, 4:01 pm

    I think an ellipses would have done you an injustice – plus, this would have been a great photo story even without the story part. LOVE THOSE FACES.

  • Rach January 5, 2012, 4:26 pm

    Hahaha! You are so cute, girl!

  • Kimberly January 5, 2012, 4:37 pm

    After you tackle a friend, do you Tebow?
    Cause if you do, you need a picture of that.
    (Actually I need a picture of that)
    (because my husband hates Tebow)
    (and because we know this fact, we made him a Tebow Christmas tree topper)
    (true story)

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 4:50 pm

      Oooh, I have to know – does he hate him for sports related reasons or because he’s had a long battle with knee injuries and finds his flagrant showoffness of easy bending to be offensive and prideful?

  • Lorrie January 5, 2012, 4:50 pm

    Love the tackling pics! I’ll have to keep your technique in mind the next time I attend the party. I think it might add just the right pizazz that every party needs!

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 4:51 pm

      Yes! Soon, people the world over will be tackling at parties. And finally, I’ll rule the world!

      (I know I need a middle step there, I just haven’t quite figure out what it is yet.)

  • Positively Alene January 5, 2012, 5:25 pm

    Thanks for the smile and laughter. I feel tackled from afar. blessings

  • Mary @ Bites and Bliss January 5, 2012, 6:13 pm

    My friends and I are all huge tacklers! That’s like..the only way we hug. haha!

  • Lauren January 5, 2012, 7:04 pm

    I loved this series of photos! Told the whole story, did they. But if these people have been your friends since high school and you regularly have a New Years party (that’s how it sounded at least), shouldn’t they just *know* to come?

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 11:49 pm

      Oh my gosh – that is exactly my point! Sadly, apparently my friends require actual invitations before feeling confident enough to decline other offers.

      They’re so high maintenance.

  • Lisa @ Blithe Moments January 5, 2012, 8:43 pm

    Damn you Megan, I’ve just gone and eaten cheese. (Luckily no one was walking past on my way to the fridge or they may have been tackled too!)

    • Megan January 5, 2012, 11:50 pm

      Yes! My global cheese domination plan is slowly working!

  • alonewithcats January 5, 2012, 8:48 pm

    Not sure why your dad thinks you’re gay. Can’t a girl just tackle another girl and post photos of it on the internet without anyone casting aspersions? One day, Megan. One day.

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 8:36 am

      I, too, have that dream.

  • LDiggitty January 5, 2012, 9:09 pm

    Hahaha – awesome! I also have a penchant for tackling my friends. Although… they call it “dry-humping.” I swear it’s completely platonic!!!!

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 8:36 am

      Silly friends – clearly they’re the ones with the dirty minds, impugning your innocent tackles!

  • Alexandra January 5, 2012, 9:22 pm

    Every single time I come here, I leave with a smile.

    I start with a smile, too.

    You spread a lot of joy, girl.

    Happy New Year to you and I wish the best for a special person like you.

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 8:36 am

      Aw, you’ll make me blush.

      And I should warn you, I don’t have an attractive blush, so it won’t be pretty.

  • Mindee@ourfrontdoor January 5, 2012, 10:59 pm

    I don’t like “overbearing” – it sounds negative. Get Robby a thesaurus.

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 8:37 am

      I should bring that for next year’s gift exchange!

      Finally, I’ll be the bell of the party.

  • Gaby @ Tmuffin January 5, 2012, 11:27 pm

    Oh my gosh. You have to come over my house. Baby T loves tackling! And I hate it. So you’ll have to tackle him and not me. He doesn’t follow the rule to not let them see it coming, though. He just yells “tackle!” and goes for it.

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 8:38 am

      Fair warning – I like that! I feel like our tackle party will be a smashing success!

  • UP January 6, 2012, 7:36 am

    I am not a hugger. I recoil in terror when someone I don’t know tries to hug me…and I’m very overbearing.



    • Megan January 6, 2012, 8:39 am

      Strangely, so do I! I’m not a stranger hugger. Just a long time friend hugger.

      And, occasionally, a cow hugger.

  • Missy Jill (What's Going On Here!?) January 6, 2012, 9:06 am

    You’ve finally identified what’s wrong with me–overbearing. That explains the line I got from a family I greeted at church: “What are you on, because I want some.” My destiny is to be a Mack truck bearing down upon a field of delicate daisies. Is there any hope?

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 9:32 pm


      No, I fear there’s no hope for us.

      It’s quite sad.

  • Lily January 6, 2012, 9:24 am

    I don’t know about the planting your feet part. Personally, I think it would be even more awkward, I mean awesome, if you fell over with the person. And think of the possibilities of awkwardness, I mean awesomeness, that would present itself as you were on top of someone while they struggle to get up!

    Perhaps we can mull over my suggestion over some cheese?

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 9:32 pm

      Yes, yes I see you point. You’re wise beyond your awesome. And that’s quite wise.

  • melissa@joyineveryseason January 6, 2012, 11:32 am

    It took me about 5.2 seconds and a quick scan of your blog to see that YES, I will visit here often! you’re a funny girl :o)

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 9:32 pm

      Oh my gosh, I designed my blog to be awesome within 5.2 seconds or your money back but I hadn’t heard any feedback yet, so thanks so much!

  • Amylou January 6, 2012, 12:43 pm

    Oh my! This was too funny! That is one amazing friend! 😉

  • Wendys Hat January 6, 2012, 1:10 pm


  • Nami January 6, 2012, 1:46 pm

    Cheese is…overbearing. I’d say Lobby is confusing the term with “affectionate.” Then again, he might be uncomplicated.

  • tori nelson January 6, 2012, 2:54 pm

    I got a little inspired and just tackled my toddler. He’s crying, but I’d like to think it’s that scared-happy kind of weeping you see when a birthday boy walks into a surprise party.

    • Megan January 6, 2012, 9:33 pm


      You just get it.

  • Bodaciousboomer January 6, 2012, 3:51 pm

    Take it from me kiddo being overbearing is underrated.

  • Jessica January 7, 2012, 12:43 pm

    I am also a life-long tackler. And also being referred to as overbearing is often someone mistakenly misinterpreting “extra-freindly” or “warm and exuberant.” I’m just saying. From one tackler to another.

  • liz January 8, 2012, 11:31 am

    That should be your anthem for 2012: Photos, a Dream and a Victim.

    Has a lovely ring.

    • Megan January 9, 2012, 11:09 pm

      It might just be time for me to start making prints. Because that’s crying out to be artistically placed on a wall.

  • Michelle @ One Crafty Mama January 8, 2012, 1:34 pm

    Now that was a tackelee that knows how to give in that go with the flow. Thanks for the laugh!

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