Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Fasten Your Seatbelts...


My brain is all over the place these days.  There's so much stuff to update on that I've already blogged about.  But then new random things that are semi-related to the original stuff keep popping into my mind.

And I can't decide which of them I should blog about.

So I've decided to just blog about it all.  Prepare yourself to jump from topic to topic.  It will be just like Quantum Leap, except the only place you'll be going is the inner workings of my mind.  It's a convoluted place, so watch your step.

The Black Eye
  • Update:  My black eye is healing quite nicely.  Now I only have a small bruise under my left eyeball, which blends in quite nicely with the dark circles that are ever-present under my eyes.  So really, Aidan's head-butting placement worked out quite well.  
  • Tangent:  This incident reminded me of the time I fell out of bed and landed face-first on my laptop, giving myself a real juicy shiner in the process.  I was having this crazy dream that someone was going to beat up my mom.  Don't ask me where that came from - I swear my mom is a really nice lady.  Anyway, in my dream I started swearing and lunged after this mom-threatener, which frankly, was really kind of bad-ass of me.  At least that's how it went down in my dream.  In real life, Scott says I just squawked like a peacock and then rolled out of bed.  Maybe I need to start wearing a helmet.
Valentine's Day

  • Update:  Well, Valentine's Day wasn't all bad.  Scott got me a dozen roses!  And he made me chicken parmesan a la The Pioneer Woman.  Or at least he tried to.  I'm sure her version is delightfully delicious, but Scott made a few substitutions that probably won't make it into the next version of The Pioneer Woman Cooks.
  • Tangent:  The chicken parmesan totally reminded me of a meal that Scott used to make me back when we first started dating.  It was called "German Spaghetti."  This meal was basically a pile of spaghetti with a can of whole tomatoes poured over it.  With lots and lots of garlic salt.  It was so awful I called it "Concentration Camp Spaghetti."  But only behind his back of course, because I really wanted him to like me back then.  Thank God we've been married almost 8 years and I don't have to eat german spaghetti anymore.  Unless it comes disguised as chicken parmesan.
The Vacation

  • Update:  Well, I tried to book it.  I really did.  But we had some more snafu's with Expedia.  And then, Scott's Grandma Alice got sick so we didn't want his mom to have to come up and take care of our kids instead of her mom.  So, our vacation is indefinitely postponed and prayers for Grandma Alice would be appreciated.
  • Tangent:  Whenever I think of Grandma Alice, I think of the time she took me and Scott to play bingo.  It was my first bingo experience, and I thought it was going to be light-hearted fun.  Well, I was wrong.  Bingo is SERIOUS STUFF, people.  You don't mess around in a bingo parlor.  I could barely keep up with the bingo caller, she was calling numbers so fast.  Everyone was concentrating on their bingo cards.  Bingo dobbers were flying like lightning.  Then all of a sudden, someone in the smoking section across the room yelled "Fire!"  But nobody looked up.  Well, Scott and I did, but nobody else.  The bingo caller kept on calling.  Again the shout was heard - "Fire!"  This time the bingo caller took notice.  She said "You got a fire over there?"  And when it was confirmed, she responded with a helpful "Well, then put it out."  And then she went back to calling.  And by God, I went back to dobbering because apparently that's what you're supposed to do when there's a fire in a Missouri bingo parlor.  So God bless Grandma Alice, because she taught me how to play bingo properly.
The Hair

  • Update: Well, I've gotten comments on my new hairdo that range from "Super cute!" to "Hello, young Ricky Schroder." For now, I've decided to believe the super cute camp because I like to look on the bright side of things. Which is easy to do when your hair is already two shades brighter than the bright side of things.
  • Tangent: Hmm, I guess updating about my hair has not caused my mind to wander anywhere else.  Now that's a shocking development.  I hope you enjoyed your journey through Megan's brain - please make sure your seatbelts are fastened and your seat has been returned to the upright position.  And don't forget to collect your belongings on the way out, because it's already crowded enough in here. 


Steph said...

As always, thank you for making me laugh when I need it most! I hope the black eye is better, and I hope that Grandma Alice gets better too.

Anonymous said...

I love your tangents! I am going to have to read more of your posts. You are so right: BINGO IS SERIOUS STUFF! My husband is the Bingo caller at his parents' church festival. I, like you, thought it would be light-hearted fun the first time I went. Wrong! I've never seen old people more serious, lol.

gaelikaa said...

Yes, bingo is exremely serious stuff for those who are into it. I pray that Grandma Alice will be ok.

Dropped in from SITS. Have a good day.

Jen said...

Your dream is cracking me up. I too have been having some really weird dreams lately.

Denise said...

Stopping by from SITS to say HI! I have made a promise to myself to visit and comment on all blogs posted to spread the love!

Anonymous said...

laughing out loud many many times during this and the last post!! Loved it!!! Post pics of this hair!!! love, Anna

Sadia said...

Your brain looks like my brain, but funnier.

"Squawk like a peacock" just about killed me. :)

Is "Fire!" ... "Then put it out." as similar to "I haffa go potty." ... "Then go potty." as it sounds in my head?

Kim said...

I've never been good at bingo. I know, it's mainly a luck-thing. But I have no luck. I hated playing Bingo in school because I knew from the start that I wouldn't get the toy/candy/cookie/extra credit. Seriously. Never. Won.

While playing bingo with my family recently my mom said it was my negative attitude that made me loose.

OH! Well, I wish I had know that was the key back in gradeschool...would have saved me a lot of heartache.

Also, "squawk like a peacock" and "Then put it out"---HA!!

Anonymous said...

LOL. Concentration camp spaghetti. So funny.

I'm glad that I am not the only person that goes off on tangents when she rights. It's hard not too.

Stopping by from SITS.

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Helene said...

You're not kidding about Bingo!! My mom used to play bingo ages ago and those people are out for blood!! They're worse than the soccer moms!

The comment about you needing to wear a helmet when you sleep cracked me up so badly I snorted.

The german spaghetti had me in stitches too. My husband has never cooked for me and that's a very good thing.

lovemylevi said...

Following from the Friday Follow! Hope to see you at soon!

f14boyle said...

I have a SUPER easy Chicken Parmesan recipe if you want it!

Megan said...

Amy, I tooooooootaly want it!!! Send it my way. You have my e-mail, right?

Just Jenn said...

I dream vividly too... after watching Pirates w/ Johnny! I dreamed I was fighting skeletons and whacked my husband right on the forhead ~ oops! LOL! I also have a lemon paresan chicken recipe... hm... maybe that will be next Thursdays think food topic! I love it! ;) Glad to have you visit and follow! I forgot to follow you earlier!! sigh! so I came back! LOL!
Just Jenn!~

mrs. b. said...

you crack me up, mama. for realsies. *love* the bingo story.