Sometimes I think I choose bad life goals

If I Start Fighting Crime We Can Officially Call This Plan A Success

February 1, 2013

I just made 4 unsuccessful attempts to upload the next Poirot book. This Instagram? Easily went through on the first try. WHY MUST YOU HAUNT ME, GHOST MURDERER/SCIENTIST?

When I was little, 3rd or 4th grade, I can remember having hours long debates with my dad. He was always one for financial savings and was trying to convince me of the need of a savings account.

Not that I disagreed with the basic idea, but I just couldn’t accept his statement that my money would be safe there.

What if the bank collapsed?

The FDIC?

Um, what if the government collapsed?

What if we woke up tomorrow and money meant nothing?

I can’t accurately convey the tone of voice he used in response, but it was similar to the one he still uses today when I warn him about closing the garage door to stop killers from knowing when he’s home.

(This is just basic safety precautions, people.)

(One day he’ll be murdered and I’ll be too sad to feel vindicated and he’ll have escaped from having to hear I told you so by being dead and even if he hung around as a ghost I know he’d still blow me off my ’cause he’s an incredibly annoying non-believer in completely rational arguments and how unfair is that?)

I’m not recanting my fear of complete governmental collapse or of killers watching me from the bushes.

But for 2013 I’ve decided to choose a word.

You know, like people do throughout the Internet and maybe in real life though that’s not really how I know people so I’ll stick to screen-based hearings.

A word they’ll focus on and try and incorporate into their daily life and maybe meditate to, I’m not sure, I haven’t really researched this thing that much.

I’ve also decided to participate in Ali Edward’s One Little Word class because the idea of choosing a word and then living it seemed non-lazy, so I figured it’d be best to have some guidance.

As I pondered some good word choices – breathe, eat-more-cheese, moxie – I realized that maybe my life would be a teensy bit better if I was a tad more fearless.

So wish me luck.

Or send balloons.

‘Cause there’s nothing more comforting in the face of failure than balloons.

If you didn’t get the fearless reference in the above photo

It’s pie we took into an ice cream shop for Lindsey’s birthday

Like the rebels we are,

Megan

p.s. I didn’t send my dad an I TOLD YOU IT COULD HAPPEN WE’RE ALL LIVING ON THE EDGE e-mail during Iceland’s economic meltdown.

p.p.s. But I really, really wanted to.

If I Start Fighting Crime We Can Officially Call This Plan A Success

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I’ll Be Dead And That’ll Be Sad (A Rough Draft)

January 25, 2013

Yet another wild night.

Last night, Skye and I gathered around the above piece of paper and tried to figure out what to write on Grandma’s tombstone.

We were not particularly successful.

Partially because we can’t quite decide what’s likely to be on Grandpa’s tombstone.

My dad took Grandma to his grave a few years ago, but neither of them would have considered taking a photo and my dad doesn’t remember.

And we just don’t want it to be a scenario where Grandpa’s says something like “Fought for his country, great man, average bowler.” Which would be strange, and not just because I’m relatively sure my Grandfather never bowled, but also because it would make my Grandma’s tombstone reading of “loving wife, mother, and grandmother” look more like it was saying, “married to that guy, who was awesome, if you haven’t heard.”

But what, really, can you say to sum up a person in four lines of fifteen characters each?

This made us realize, it’s probably best if everyone leaves behind their own wishes for their grave inscriptions.

I haven’t really settled on something perfect, but thought I’d share my rough drafts.

“Was awkward at
parties but
seemed alright
online.”

“Loved reading,
her family &
friends, & chee-
sy crackers.”

(I’d have written Cheez-Its, but I don’t want future generations to think I wrote my tombstone based on product placement.)

(Plus, they’ll probably live in a barren wasteland devoid of Cheez-Its, so no need to taunt them with what is no longer.)

“Traveled
to Canada &
didn’t die.
Success.”

(This, obviously, would need to be edited if I end up dying in Canada. Or in what is then known as Canada, after their moose invasion.)

“Once met a
Beatle. It
didn’t go
well.”

(It’s always good to have life goals. Like meeting a Beatle. It not going well is only an assumption I’m making based on my past life experience.)

“Only wore
skirts. Died of
frostbite. That
was silly.”

They probably need more work

And more references

To murder mysteries

Though that might seem in poor taste

If I end up murdered,

Megan

I’ll Be Dead And That’ll Be Sad (A Rough Draft)

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Then I Climbed To The Top of Mt. Christie, A Mystery Conquerer

January 9, 2013

Lunch time reading! #PoirotNumber11

I have yet to cry in a grocery store in all of 2013.

That is, to say, I’m having quite a good year so far.

I’m also having a year filled with goal making and organization and planning.

(Surprising fact about me – though I’m far too lazy to follow-through with such things, I love making plans.)

(Most of the excitement of said planning comes from the idea of crossing things off a list.)

(I seldom actually get to that stage, but just the idea of list crossing is quite a high.)

Yet, I’ve recently started working toward a goal I believe I can accomplish.

My plan to read every one of Agatha Christie’s novels starring Hercule Poirot.

(I’m well aware this post is jinxing myself.)

(And possibly all of you just by having read it.)

(I’m terribly sorry.)

I’ve mentioned my Poirot goal once or twice in passing, and those of you who follow me on Instagram have surely tired of seeing book covers pass by, but the more I get into it, the more I’m loving it.

Mainly because it’s easy. The Poirots are interesting, fast reads and as I have a lot of built-in reading time in my schedule (hello, hour lunches), I don’t have to prioritize them over other activities.

I started my Christie marathon about six weeks ago and so far have read fourteen novels.

(I admit, I’ve cheated on Agatha a couple of times, but it’s always her that’s been in my heart.)

I’m not setting up a strong deadline for having finished the remaining twenty-three books. Just an idea that when one’s over it’s time for another.

And I’ve also started hoping for suspicious jewelry thefts or kidnapped pet iguanas.

It seems a dreadful waste to not use my new crime-solving abilities.

So if you’ve recently found mysterious, threatening letters on your dashboard, let me know.

I just might be able to crack the case.

(But, on the off chance I don’t, it’s probably also wise to contact the local authorities.)

Wish me luck!

What’s your favorite book series?

I fear having such a regimented reading schedule

Could become addictive,

Megan

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Equally Awkward Reads

* Skulls = Happiness

* Cauliflower = Happiness

* Snow Mystery Reading

Then I Climbed To The Top of Mt. Christie, A Mystery Conquerer

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