Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Please don't stop being my friend.

I blame it on Boys Don't Cry by The Cure, which was playing in the dressing room when I tried them on.

I know I am not 15 anymore. I will concede that I have hips made for birthing babies. I also am well aware that many scoff at these skinny jeans and the people who wear them. There are so many reasons why I shouldn't have purchased not one but TWO pairs of these beauties. My list of "no's" just couldn't hold me back. 
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I've already had one person tell me that my butt looks really round in them. But that's ok. When the Earth was found to be round, people had issues at first, but they eventually gave in to the beauty of it.
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This is no ordinary eight-year-old.

Don't let her fool you.
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She is a real fairy.
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And when she cut her own bangs, she knew exactly what she was doing. 
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Now, that is a fairy haircut.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Simple harmonic motion.

To live is to learn. 

Welcome to our science lesson. Today we will study the pendulum.
These experiments require total concentration.

Uh-oh.
Sparky was struck by his Aunt Tamsin, who is far to big for that swing, and the outcome looked a little like this...

I didn't actually catch a picture of the swing-incident landing (being, at the time, engaged in the small chance of preventing the fall) but never fear. You get the general feel of the outcome given this picture, caught earlier in the day when he had a surprise plunge from a picnic table bench during lunch.

Fastest shutter in the west. 

I did get a hard time for taking a picture before rushing to help. 

I'm that mom.


Monday, April 20, 2009

With the best intentions.

How do I always do end up doing this?
I'm not speaking specifically about putting random objects on my children's heads (although, I often find myself doing that, too) but really, I mean, how do I always end up irritating my kids just to take pictures?
Sparky has taken to yelling "NO MOMMY" when I pull out my camera. If Iggy could talk... well the looks he gives me say it all.
My name is Megan Marie and I have an addiction to taking random photos.
I really do have the best intentions. My boys will witness details of their lives that would usually fall through the time-cracks. Grandparents will ooOOoo and awwwwe. 
Does Iggy really want to remember this sort of torture?
He's like a little shriner! It's so funny!
No Megan! Stop. 
This is not cute. This is sad.



Next time we go to the thrift store I promise to leave my camera at home.
I am a pictureholic. Don't they say that the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem? 
Next on the list: stop birthing such adorable children.

Spring Bling!

Oh, happy day! I just checked  Trey and Lucy, which happens to be one of my all-time favorite blogs, and Tanya picked me! ME! Check out these cute earrings! She posts tutorials for crafting, and for us of the lazy variety, she sells her creations. Check out her Etsy, I know you want to.

You can bet there were pictures

I swear there must have been 10 people taking photos. Duke, Iggy, Sparky, and I drove through the night on Thursday to see my dear brother Joey marry his sweet fiancee Brie.



Their vows were beautiful. Brie was lovely. Joey was happy. 

We're so glad we went.


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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I hope someone takes pictures.

I love weddings. 
I've been a wedding photographer... a guest... and last week I was the florist for the first time! (Not bad for my first go at it, eh?) 
My brother just told me that he is getting married on Sunday. In Oregon. The day before my spring classes begin. 
I guess I will have to wait to play the role of "sister."

It's just a wedding.

I can't sleep.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

We set Rita free.

Sparky renamed Jemayla when she came to stay. Rita. I couldn't have survived these, the loneliest months I've ever experienced, had it not been for my dear friend, my sister.



I had a dream last night that she was dating Russell Crowe on the side. She also was running a booth out of the back of a trailer at a fair. It was a dunk-tank with a plastic shark in it. They shut her down because she didn't have the proper licensing for that type of operation. Her husband was very sad in my dream. I was very sad when I woke up and realized she was really gone.

Murky.


On one hand, I get pretty irritated when Sparky empties a whole bottle of shampoo into the bath water. He usually ends up crying because it got in his eyes, and that stuff doesn't come cheep. But, I have to admit, it's nice to be able to take modest pictures of him in the tub, because the water is so cloudy.