Got her done

This year at the Pendleton Round-Up was...pretty much the same as every other year.

We wouldn't have it any other way.

Walking Main Street
um.
most awkward picuture we have ever taken
Tami's ugly/cutest dog
look how in love we are
they think they are so funny

Church ladies who loved Callin and Kasey


Kasey's foot. My flexed hand.

Mom..being mom, Mark being tall. Meag and Callin being engaged.

Tyler's best friend
Grandma's wall
Open minded community

Portland

Yes. The only reason we went to Portland was for these Donuts.

Voodoo Dolls. Pretzel stabbing into heart

Maple Bacon bar. Yes, real Bacon

Bye.

Beef Bourguinogngngngn

Saw Julie & Julia twice.
Would have loved it %100 if not for the continuous smacking. Food smacking. Kiss smacking. Dry mouth talk smacking. Oh and we can't forget about the happy gum smacker sitting next to me. So yea, only loved it 97%. Why I loved it? Food. duh. If I was good at cooking, I would have totally gone home and cooked until my eyes fell out. But since I'm not good. I only made peanut butter cookies. But I forgot to do the fork thing on the top of them so it wasn't the same. But really? How hard can cooking be? A little butter here, a whisk or two there. I feel inspired to be good at making food. I want people to eat what I make and cry tears of elated joy. This brings me to my point. I need the tools to be the one to make everyone sob. We don't even have a mixer. So from this point on, all of my extra money will go towards cooking goods. No, that last sentence was a lie.
I don't want to be one of those cooks that when they receive a compliment about their food they brush it off like it was as simple as getting out of bed. "Oh this dish?" "It was just a little bit of Julia Roberts hair and some mermaid scales." Which, in turn, just makes you feel like an idiot. Like any self respecting human should know how to make it. I want to be dramatic and make everyone feel bad for making me slave all week in the kitchen and yet so grateful that they were alive so they could be invited to the heavenly occasion. I think I like baking better which is unfortunate because baking is like science. I don't do science. You have to time things.
Oh and measure things.

I don't do fractions either.

If Tyler ruled the world...

police officers would not drive cars. They would ride on trains that run along side the road. They clock your speed and use a bow and arrow to send you a ticket. The ticket gets wrapped around the arrow. You know, the kind of arrows with a red suction cup on the end? So they can stick to your window. The cops still partner up. One to shoot the arrow and one to lick the suction cup. They occasionally miss the cars.
They give each other support by saying things like, "Next Time".



We just got back from the Pendleton Round-Up and a trip to Portland.
Pictures might show up here at some point.

Voodoo Donuts.

Goat Cheese Ravioli.

Things like that.

Bored. Friday. Phone pictures.

Foot head.

Vent.

Ty's back injection party.

uh.

Serving size: 1 big A square
Calories per serving: just say goodbye to your entire wardrobe

Sister Sister

Funny Girl: Should I go red?

Meagan: Wait until fall.

Funny Girl: So the 21st?

Meagan: haha yes.

Funny Girl: How about this Friday?

Meagan: It just doesn't feel like fall to me.

Funny Girl: Put your feelings about fall aside for a minute. Red or no red?

Meagan: Red.

Funny Girl: hahaha please acknowledge how funny that was.

Meagan: Acknowledged.

But seriously. Acknowledge it.

Also..

If I hear the word 'Salsa' pronounced 'salTsa' one more time....something bad is going to happen. I might eat a chicken nugget or something.

Superficial

I really need recommendations on where to go to get a spray tan. I know spray tans can be tricky when they aren't done right.
I want it to look good.

I really am speechless.

It looks like he's getting ready to play a really fun game or something.

He is just so happy to be alive.

Some people were meant to shine.

Want more?

I could do this all day. Ok, I think I will.

Selfless

I have a new found respect for working mothers. I have taken for granted all of those precious minutes every morning that I take to get ready. Every hour to myself reading. Every bathroom trip and every quiet second to reflect. Tyler and I have been baby sitting his four cousins for the past five days. I have not and will not be taking any days off. So for now, I am a working mom. It's draining.

I actually look forward to going to work so I can have a few hours to think. But. When I'm at work, I just want to be back with the kids. We have 9 days to go. Never have I been more emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted in my life. The kids aren't even hard. It's probably more in my head than anything. Worrying about if they will make it to school on time, keeping their bellies full, their faces smiling and most of all, keeping them alive.

This experience has also shed some light on the man I though I knew...

We have been together 5 years. In this small window of time, I thought I really knew him. What makes him happy, mad, sad etc. There is always something to learn. From the very first day, I noticed a change in Tyler.

He is the happiest I have ever seen him.

When one child is crying, one child is yelling and the other two are making the Tazmanian Devil look like a little lamb, Tyler is smiling his perfect smile and laughing his contagious, squinty-eyed laugh.

I don't get it.

He should be stressed out, pulling his hair out, curled up in a corner. Stressed.

Not Tyler.

He always seems to find the perfect thing to say to help each and every situation. The kids love him and he loves them. It's hard NOT to notice.

I sit back and watch him be him.

My chambered heart bursts with love.

BIG NEWS

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Make the change or else. Nothing. Just do it.

Short Thoughts

Since having this new hair, or lack of, I have noticed some things.
When I get ready for the day, 5 times out of ten have to change outfits because that particular choice doesn't go with short hair. Like today. I started off wearing a sweater vest. A month ago it would have looked fine because the length of my hair made me look fun and carefree and that counteracted the business style of the vest. Now the short do' just adds to the business style and I can't look too professional cause than I just look uptight.

Second and biggest observation I have noticed is how every single man has reacted to my hair. I have been confronted by many men at work that decide it's their civic duty to tell me that they liked my long hair better...why? Why men, why?! All of a sudden they have an opinion?
How am I supposed to respond when they tell me this?

Thanks? I'll start growing out again? Sorry that I disappointed you?

It's just a phase I'm going through?

I just end up just getting mad because for a second I feel like I have to explain myself to them. I hate explaining my actions to people. So...naturally this gets me thinking. Why do men like long hair so much? This is my theory...
When men think of their ideal woman, they think of a young woman. Young woman are girls in high school. Most high school girls have long hair. High school girls are fun, spontaneous, and peppy. Woman, if they decide cut their hair, it's once they have a family and children. Things start to slow down in the fun, and spontaneous area.
long hair=young, peppy
short hair=old, boring
So now, when men tell me that they liked my hair better when it was long, I just get creeped out because what they're really thinking is, "Man, I really like high school girls."

Last observation. Having long hair doesn't mean it looks good on you. Woman get caught up in thinking that they have to have long hair to be pretty and feminine. Not the case. If you have the right style that frames and flatters your face, it will make you look better than long hair ever could. I think maybe woman have the same thought as men. They need to keep their long hair cause that's what they had in high school and that's when they looked their best.

People change! Your hair should too!