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Please to consider…

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I am knee-deep in the second round of games tonight, and have yet to wear down GP enough so that he will agree to play Scrabble with me. So, given that much of my brain is occupied with shooting stats and possession arrows, I ask you Facebook users out there (which I am assuming is just about everyone, right?): what do we think of the “people you might know” feature? Too weird, or totally brilliant?

(I am enjoying it because I once deactivated my account and had to create a whole new one because my .edu address forwarding hadn’t been activated yet, and so I had to start my friend list from scratch. I’m still working on the rebuilding– too many sorority chicks, seriously.)

Ok, off to pray that CBS will realize that I want to watch Michigan State/Memphis way more than I want to watch Kansas/Villanova.

ETA (after all the games are over): ugh, SO not worth it! This is the Sweet Sixteen, y’all! And I lost Scrabble, thanks to prefixes and suffixes. Boo.


Friday fill-ins, part deux

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Because on a Friday morning, little is motivating me to do work. That, and I brought my personal laptop to work, and it is sitting on my desk right next to the work one, begging me to play instead of make one more freaking spreadsheet. May I present to you…

1. Some relationships are meant to end badly. This is how one learns
2. Matt Nathanson/Ingrid Michaelson at the Fillmore in SF is the last concert I saw; it was completely awesome! I wish I were able to see more live music (yes, I realize this has little to do with actual ability, and more to do with priorities and motivation, but…I have no defense against that).
3. Spring should be warmer, no? The weather people are saying rain, and I am saying, “NO! This is California! This is why I pay so much to live here, right?”
4. Oh no! I forgot to send my friend with a birthday this week her birthday card! (I am sending as many birthday card as possible this year– it’s sort of a New Year’s resolution, but I am afraid that officially calling it that will jinx things. Hopefully the aforementioned friend will accept an apology and belated card.)
5. I’ve recently started using Google Calendar. I think it’s pure genius– anyone with me?
6. LOLcats never fail to make me smile. What am I, made of stone?
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to watching some college basketball, tomorrow my plans include a barbecue at The Apartment with my Dad (and yet more basketball) and Sunday, I want to have brunch with the family to celebrate my brother’s 21st birthday. (I will actually be going to this brunch– mostly because I have no intention of going to a bar with a group of his other-21-year-old-dude friends.)

I half-promise there will be real content later today, all concocted by my very own brain. Only half, though, because I am almost too crazy excited not to be sick anymore.

2 quick things!

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Thing #1: I got a call from my uncle yesterday evening, and the biopsy that was done on Mark’s lung has come back benign. They are still going to re-biopsy and treat it, even if only with laproscopic surgery, but right now I am cautiously optimistic. Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts.

Thing #2: This woman was in my office about fifteen minutes ago, teary-eyed and telling me a story about how she is from Bakersfield and works cleaning houses, but got fired from that job, and her boyfriend beats her up (this woman had bruises and lacerations on her arms and face, so there was little doubt as to her veracity), and she’s three months pregnant and diabetic, and can I please help her pay for one more night in the motel where she’s staying until her sister comes to pick her up? I know that’s a long sentence, but it was a long story, and she was near-crying the whole time. Folks, if you want me to empty my wallet for you, you need to, a) be a victim of domestic violence, b) be pregnant and trying to escape the aforementioned situation, and c) nearly crying. My will is weak, and my wallet is usually light on cash, but I will do everything short of driving you back to Bakersfield (that’s where I draw the line– Bakersfield sucks) to help you out. “Megan, you’re an idiot. She was clearly lying,” you might say. Well, let’s look at this from both sides, then. If she was lying, I gave her $18 for her and/or her abusive boyfriend’s drug/alcohol habit, which will continue to destroy at least a few lives. If she was telling the truth, then I helped out at least two people today, and for less than $20. If there is change either way, I would like to think that I either helped shift it toward the positive in a big way, or didn’t do too much harm to an already terrible situation.

What do you think? Am I a sucker?

Thousands of words, condensed

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Yes, because I am in a fog of multiple cold (is that what we would call this?) medicines, I am jumping onto this seen-on-many-other-blogs craze…

Here’s how it works:
1. Go to
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use only the first page
4. Insert the picture into your Blog

1.) What is your Relationship Status?

2.) Who is your Celebrity Crush?

3.) Who is your Favorite Band / Artist?

4.) What is your Favorite Movie?

5.) What kind of pet do you have?

6.) Where do you live?

7.) Where do you work?

8.) What do you look like?

Well…this is what you get when you search for “pale and blonde.” I cannot tell a lie– I don’t look this much like Barbie.

9.) What do you drive?

11.) What is your Favorite TV Show?

12.) Describe yourself:

NB: this is what you get when you say, “I like to read.” I’m pretty sure this kid can’t read.

14.) What is your Name?

15.) What’s your Favorite Candy?

Yes, friends, I know there are numbers missing. Anyone care to help a lady out?


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Sorry, the title isn’t meant to gross anyone out, just to provide an accurate, one-word picture of my health at the moment. (Also, I was floored when, at the age of ten or so, I found out there was a “g” in it. That blew my mind.) Today, Internets, I am home sick from work. While this seems novel when one is fighting to keep one’s head off the desk due to congestion that is truly head-pounding, it is decidedly less exciting during a week that is a compression of the time I usually have to do my job (that is, one week of recruiting rather than the usual two), as well as the second of two weeks of the Great Springtime GPparent Visit of Aught-Eight. Just…not enough time to entertain, be competent at work, and manage to breathe through one’s nose.

The silver lining of this otherwise-lame day is that it’s GP’s (last! ever!) spring break, and he is working from home today. He is also willing to bring me most things I ask for, which includes a delicious and oh-so-healthy dinner of…Taco Bell. Sure to cure whatever ails me, right? Or at least be spicy enough (after a healthy dose of the Tapatio) to alert my body that hey! Food tastes like things! Remember that?

Excuse me, friends, while I go cough like a 74-year-old with emphysema* and make awful faces while taking more and more ‘tussin.

* emphysema is not really funny. Maybe I should have gone with tuberculosis?

Friday fill-ins, take 1

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So, I am thinking of doing this as a weekly thing…mostly because I am often so fried by Friday that it’s all I can do to make the short drive home, much less post anything of note and/or coherence. You can hop on the train, too, if you like…join me, my friends!

1. The NCAA tournament is so exciting! Goooooo, Bruins!
2. Strawberry fields FOREVER. I’m not sure what else to put here. “…are located slightly to the south of me, mostly in Watsonville”?
3. A chocolate Guinness cupcake sounds like it would taste delicious!
4. Why does spending obscene amounts of money at Target and office supply stores make me feel so good?! (Probably has something to do with the new Franklin Covey planner I scored today at Office Max…on clearance!)
5. The Trevi fountain is something I’ve always wanted to see. (“Add it to the list,” GP would say.)
6. It’s sad when every fill-in for this sentence is actually sad, and not just emoticon-sad. Not gonna go there twice in one day.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to delicious pizza with GP, GPdad, and GPmom, tomorrow my plans include a trip to the spa for a facial with GPmom and Sunday, I want to eat some ham with GP, GPparents, and my family at The Apartment!

The cruelest month

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To misquote T.S. Eliot, “March is the cruelest month.” Sorry, T.S., but my cruelest month comes a little early every year.

Two years ago, it was when I found out that my sister was going to stop the treatment that she had been undergoing for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I mustered the nerve to write about it here, and got some more catharsis here and here. Really, it was just the beginning of the gut-wrenching parade that March would become infamous for.

Last year, it was a call from an aunt to tell me that my father had been in the hospital for a week, due to a 10+ cm basal-cell skin cancer on his back (that he had known about for at least a year, and was in pathological denial about). My father had been in the hospital for a week, and hadn’t seen fit to call me, to let me know anything about it. I sobbed during much of the phone call, and completely lost it when I hung up, and ultimately, I was mad. I was angry at him for thinking that I would be bothered with this news, instead of wanting to drive as fast as I could out to the Central Valley to be by his side during multiple surgeries, skin grafts, blood samples, and crummy hospital meals. When I finally called him later that evening, on the phone in his hospital room, I started the conversation by asking him if he’d seen any of the recent basketball games (my dad is more of a rabid Bruin fan than I am, even though he’s not a UCLA alum). From there, I decided that a good, “What the hell?” was in order, and a healthy amount of crying into the phone, again. I am pleased to say that my dad (my stupid, stubborn, denial-ridden, clinically-depressed, light-of-my-freaking-life dad) is doing well now, is missing many, many cancerous and precancerous skin irregularities, and is, above all, still alive.

This year, to continue the streak, I get a call from my uncle. This is my dad’s brother, the one who is gay and was an extra parent to me when I was a kid (and continues to be, even when I am less of a handful to babysit), who has had his partner for longer than I have been alive. He leaves me this message, saying that they had been in the south coast (Cambria, I later found out), and that Mark, his partner, is sick, and call back, “maybe tomorrow evening or something.” The next day after work, I gave him a call back, and within the first thirty seconds, learn that Mark, my “uncle” and extra-extra parent, has lung cancer. This is no surprise, really, because both of them have been smoking for at least thirty-five years, but it never seems quite as real as it should be. How do you begin to absorb, “Mark has lung cancer. He coughed up a bit of blood, and he’s had a chest x-ray, a CAT scan, and a biopsy. We don’t know the results yet, but we do know that it’s in his lymph nodes, around his trachea”? How do you pull yourself into the reality of, “I think what they’ll do is start chemo, and then do a surgery,” when all you want to do is crawl into that small, black box that’s “safe” from these things that you knew damn well were coming, but still aren’t ready for?

I, of course, have to be the one to tell my brother, just like I had to tell him about our dad. And I will have to tell my mom, who was close to them when my parents were together, who is only a couple months older than Mark. I will have to make a trip out to Stockton with Greg, who has only met them once, and I will have to get my brain around the fact that this is real, that this is happening, and that I have to be a grownup about it.

I’m sorry that this is such a stormcloud of a post– I swear there are wonderful things happening in my world, too, but I need to get this out before I can talk about any great things that happen to be going on. I promise, y’all, that I’ll be reporting back about delicious food and good spa times had by all, in the near future.