Thursday, December 30, 2010

Downer. Debbie Downer.

Normally I'm a positive person.  But for some reason, I can't shake this couple days of a Debbie Downer streak.  So.  I'll just complain for a little.  I warned you.  Now read on if you must. 

First.  I hate money.  And the answer to whether or not I care to elaborate on that would be no.  Money sucks.  Rather., lack there of.

Next business of negative news would be that I was looking at old pictures today.  Now.  That's positive and negative, because it was rather enjoyable and memories are quite fond.  My mom and I had to go all the way back to 2006 to find a picture of the first blanket I ever sewwed.  So.  While I was looking at these old pictures, I realized how thin I used to be.  Not a bad thin.  But.  I have 'let myself go'.  In my eyes.  And not even really.  It's just that I wish I had more time and it was easier for me to be healthy.  Hopefully being off the meal plan next semester will be a big help.  And a roojmie that is willing to keep me accountable for working out.  Mainly, I have a low self-esteem.  Anyways.  That would be that.

Lastly, I think too much.  So I should probably stop that. 

On another note, I only have a few more days left at home before I head back to school.  I have quite a bit to fit in that time frame, but hopefully it'll all turn out right.

Well.  I've had just about enough of being negative.  So.  I should pray that this shakes like.. now.  You could too if you so desire. 

Time to watch Dispicable Me again!      

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Does It Bother You That I Call You Asian? No Because I Am!

Hold on tight.  It’s a long one.

With only three more days left of 2010, I’d say it’s coming to close in some of the best ways imaginable.  I’m not usually one to reflect on the year as a whole or come up with big New Year’s resolutions.  As Sara Barielles says, “Save your resolution for your never New Year.” And I would have to agree that no one ever follows through anyways.  So.  If you really want to change something, why not just change it?  Why do we always have to wait for the New Year?  And as far as reflecting on the year goes, perhaps I’ll do that in a later entry.  But I’m not feelin that at the moment.

Instead I’ll talk about the grandness of yesterday.    The plan for the day was to have a Bourne movie marathon with my boys.  Because well, the Bourne movies (not to mention Matt Damon) are just so wonderful.  In between the movies was going to be supper and occasional games.  Anyways, plans ended up changing a bit so we were going to eat supper, play games, and then watch one of the movies.  I had my sights set on all three of them, but a little Matt Damon is better than none at all, right?  Right.  So.  The boys get there.  And, not to mention any names. . . but the movies were forgotten.  So.  We decided we’d save that to figure out later.  Supper was served and games were played.  We found out that. . . some place, it’s a law that monkeys can’t ride a city bus.  Hmm.  We also learned that the movie ‘Seven Alone’ is in fact not about a schizophrenic man who’s personalities join together to form one ultra-character.  Then it was on to Pictureka, where it became a competition to yell ‘Blue’ quicker than my dad.  I don’t want to bore you with any other details, just in case you don’t know how to play these games and these facts are irrelevant.  So I’ll just lock them in my head as fond memories and I’ll move on.  Games were over and as soon as the boys sat down and turned on football, I figured watching a movie was soon to become a lost cause.  Somehow, they all decided it was okay to go rent a movie, which turned into going to Jonathan’s house to get the Bourne movies.  We had a sudden kick of possibly aiming to watch all three.  Which meant we had to stop at each of their houses to get contact cases and sweat pants.  Anyways.  At the late hour of 11 p.m., it was time to start the first Bourne movie.  Jonathan quickly drifted into dream world, while Michael drifted into the addicting world of facebook.  So.  Calvin and I were left to watch the first one.  Then we put in the second one.  Not too far into the movie, I heard Michael and Cal set their glasses on tables and commit to falling asleep.  So rather than waking them up right away I decided I’d take a little nap.  3:30 came around and they woke up and wandered home.
And on that note, I’m not sure if my boys know how much I appreciate them.  It’s hard to explain, but they’ve just shown me a lot about life and people and understanding since the first day they walked into my life.  Each of them in different ways.  Not to get sappy.  But.  It’s true.  They’ve been my friends since my junior year of high school.  And I’d say that the time frame that we’ve been friends is close to identical to the time period containing the biggest periods of growth in my life.  And possibly theirs.  I mean, that’s when you grow up.  When you go off to college.  And it’s been nice to have them there.  Not always as a daily thing, but still I know they’d be there if I ever needed anything.  They’ve been pretty consistent.  And I’m rambling.  But.  I just love them.     

Moving on and rambling a bit more, tonight I’m at Kyah Jo’s.  We’re watching Despicable Me and planning to drink coffee soon.  Kyah is the best Asian friend I could have ever asked for.  I look forward to our catch up chats and detailed stories every time we’re finally together.  And let me tell you something, people could learn a thing or two from this movie.  And from Kyah Jo. 

  • I miss Julie.  And our Sunday espresso talks. 
  • This might be the best break I’ve ever had.  Since the beginning of my college career.  It seems everything just fell together. 
  • Also, I’m sure you know but just a reminder: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.” – Proverbs 3:5-6

Sunday, December 26, 2010

In Vermont, It's Illegal To Stick A Pig. Whatever That Means.


Christmas Eve started 'with a bang'.  We watched Inception at Calvin's on Christmas Eve Eve, which carried over into Christmas Eve as it dwindled down to Calvin, Michael, Jonathan and Megan talk time.  This usually means constant sarcasm and picking on each other with a few as-deep-as-you-can-get-at-this-time-of-day thoughts.  For some people, that sounds rude and crazy; picking on each other.  What kind of rude people do that?  But for us, it's just always been our way of fun.  And as we grew up and life taught us all lessons, it seems that we've kept our constant love for sass and sarcasm.  And for that, I am strangely grateful.  
I got some sleep and the Eve continued on.  My sister came over which was wonderful.  I hardly ever get to spend time with her.  
Then we went to my Aunt and Uncle's for supper, gifts, and games.  Steak and shrimp.  Wow.  Then it was a long night of Royal Rummy.  Needless to say, grama is hilarious when she gets a bad hand.  And.  I made four bucks.  Not bad. 

I slept in until 11.  Way to start off wonderful.  Jenna and Dan came at 1 and we opened presents, which is always a good time.  We all gave pretty wonderfully fitting gifts this year.  
We ate homeade pizza, rested, and then played some memorable games.  Pictureka and Balderdash.  Let me tell you, my family doesn't often play games that make us laugh until we cry.  But.  Balderdash did the trick.  Is a 'mammock' a: fragment, a hammock made for mammals, or a hammock made to fit large amounts of people?  In New Jersey, is it illegal to surf: wearing a purple wetsuit, unless you've soaked in a 'bath mixture' for 3 days to fight off the sharks (good one Jenna ;), or stark naked?  Either way.  Laughs were quite plentiful tonight.  

In the end, I must say that from the absolute beginning of Christmas Eve all the way to the absolute end of Christmas day, I have never felt so blessed.  Constantly surrounded by people who love me and the God responsible for it all.

I love life.  And a white Christmas.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Patience Is A Virtue.

I'd have to say that today is the proper definition of a lazy day.  Thus far anyways. 
Woke up at 10:30.  Not too early, not too late, if I do say so myself. 
Got up.  Showered.  Made myself eggs.  Now let me tell you about fried eggs.  I don't mean to brag, but I can make a pretty delicious fried egg.  The trick is: Toast, a Kraft single, egg fried over hard, sprinked with salt and pepper.  That's it.  Anyone can do it.  But, I was having a discussion with my daddio about eggs the other day.  How the way I make them is all taught by him.  And then we figured out the common factor and the other trick to a perfect fried egg.  Patience.  I get it from my dad.  Don't flip that egg over too soon.  Patience is a virtue.  Thanks for teaching me that, daddio.  To go with my eggs, I made delicious Folgers Chocolate Truffle coffee today. Assisted by Chocolate Caramel creamer that my daddio bought for me.  Thanks again.
My dogs keep barking like crazy.  Something I'm not used to anymore.  Seems like they like barking the most when I'm not ready to wake up or when I'm trying to take a nap.  The thing is., they are so darn cute that I can't be mad at them for more than 2 seconds.  I love them so much. 

More and more each day, I come to the realization that my family is the most wonderful blessing I could ever have.  I had a conversation with my sister yesterday about my family and our Christmas traditions.  My parents tell me every year, "Megan Jane, all we want for Christmas is you."  And when I ask them what gifts they want, I'm lucky if I even get one suggestion that isn't 'family time'.  And the thing is, they actually mean it.  A lot of people will say they don't want anything for Christmas when really, they're thinking of this entire list inside their heads.  But my parents truly would be happy with nothing.  And my sister and I were just talking about how we're so used to that, and families that aren't like that just confuse us.  And we wouldn't have it any other way. 

Not to bore you with a long blog entry, but I have one more thought.  My mom and I have had an interesting relationship, as I think any high school girl and her mother do have.  And I know they say that you grow up and that's when a girl learns to appreciate her mother.  But I like that I'm finding evidence of this and finally living it out.  Thing is.  My mom has the biggest heart of almost anyone I know.  She would give anything for anyone.  Her new job is working with the Kindergarten classes at my old elementary school, and I got the priveledge to go with them yesterday to see Tangled at the movie theater.  (Adorable movie, by the way).  Best part was that I got to see my mom's love for the kindergarteners she works with.  How they all want to sit with Mrs. Van de Loo on the bus and how they put their heads on her shoulder because they have seen the way she cares about them.  It's just wonderful to me.  The most wonderful part is that she's my mother. 

This: is wonderful.  I feel bad if you disagree. 

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Those Oreo Truffles Are Delish.

If you've learned anything about me, you've probably come across the fact that I can be. . indecisive.  See, the thing is, I kinda miss blogspot.  So there lies my indecisiveness.  Blogspot or tumblr?  And... do I have to choose.  A very fond friend of mine told me he thinks tumblr is a social media network and he liked my blogspot better.  [By the way friend, if you're reading this. . we're watching Little Rascals first thing when I get back.  Because you seeing it too long ago and not remembering it is just not acceptable.]  But, this does seem like a logical discussion I'll have to have with Nikweeta once she gets back.  Which is. . a week from tomorrow!!  [By da way roojmie, if you're reading this, what do you think about a lil coffee bar in our roojm?  And by that I mean, a fridge filled with different creamers topped with a coffee machine and tooj cute mugs of ours.  Coffee bar college style, ey?  Also. . dance parties and. . roojmie dates with Shaina and Sarah Beth.  But we can discuss all of those things later.]

On another note, Shaina and I made dinner and goodies at Mak house last night.


Funnest times of all.  Shaina is truly the  


  • Channing Tatum is a great dancer.  I don't care what anyone says. H.O.T.
  • In 1377, 35% of English men were named John.  Hmm. 
  • God seriously gave me the best friends.  Da. Best.