Saturday, April 30, 2005

 
i just screwed up my blog.

good job meghan!

 
I hope when I'm older I don't lose the fire I have right now.

'my heart is in motion
for the movement that's in you'


I want to get that tattooed on me right now. But natalie is smart than I am and she told me to wait a year and see how I feel.

Right now I'm supposed to be writing a paper comparing Mexico's book history with my interviews I did in Mexico but it's not going so well. So instead I'm preparing an hour-long talk I'm giving at my Mom's work about me living in Mexico.

 
You have to love grandmas.

Two weeks ago I had to take my other grandma (the one I hardly ever see) to the store, so we climbed into my car and I said "Sorry grandma, this isn't the nicest car around." And she said "It looks nice to me!" and I said "well, it's twenty-five years old" and grandma replied "it looks new!" So i love her.

And then yesterday I went to pick up my other grandma and she got into my car while I waited to shut her door. I took a look at her socks and said "Grandma! You have Hello, Kitty! On your socks!" She said "well, yeah, I do" and I just could not stop laughing. She said she's had them forever and thinks maybe she was going to give them to a granddaughter but forgot. So now she's wearing them. Hilarious.

Friday, April 29, 2005

 
I can tell who the most important person in this family now is!

This is the conversation my mom and I had last night (my brother, sister in law, and hannah, my niece, are coming up this weekend to visit):

Mom: I was thinking that you could sleep on the couch and Hannah could sleep in your bed... you know...
Me: The 2 year old is kicking me out of my bed? What?
Mom: well, you know, she'll go to sleep earlier and it'll be noisy if they put her on the couch
Me: Well, well. I guess so, I forgot you have a hide-a-bed now... but man. the 2 year old is kicking me out of my own bed!

how weird.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

 
This morning I left our house at 5:30am. I had worried that my track jacket would not be enough to keep me cozy, but I was wrong. I stepped out from the garage and was hit by a warm air. Summer is coming. In light of this, I shall make this list:

Things I hate about summer:
Sitting and sweating while waiting in traffic, messed up hair because without a/c in my car my windows are always open, shorts, again- the hot weather, when it's too hot to want to do anything, that feeling of having so much time and not anything to do.

Things I love about summer:
Warm nights to sit outside, BBQs, no school, short hair, Mexico, flip flops, lemonade, and vacations.

So I read a lot of books in Mexico and decided that I needed to write them down so I can keep track. I just transferred it onto my computer from my journal, and just for the fun of it, here is that list of ten weeks of reading:

Nickle and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich
Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser
All Families are Psychotic by Douglas Coupland
Fight Club by Chuck Palanhuik
Certain Women by Madelein L’Engle
Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
Motorcycle Diaries by Che Guevara
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Our Hearts were Young and Gay by Cornelia Otis Skinner
Catch me If You Can by Frank w. Abagnale
Gangs of New York by.. ?
This is where I ran out of my own books and started taking from the place's library)
My Side of the Mountain by Jean George
Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh
The Rainmaker by John Grisham (as well as the next four)
Runaway Jury
The Client
The Testament
The Street Lawyer
A Hardy Boys mystery
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Weight of Water by Anita Shreve
Many Mexicos by Lesley Byrd Simpson
(since being back, at the end of March, pathetic, huh?):
Land Girls by Angela Bluth
in the middle of:
Poisonwood Bible by Barabara Kingsolver.

And speaking of Barbara Kingsolver. I love this book (have read it before. It's just so wonderful, and I'd like to share a little excerpt with you.

"He also spent some time at the diamond mines down south in Katanga, where he says one-quarter of all the world's diamonds come from. When he spoke of diamonds I naturally thought of Marilyn Monroe in her long gloves and pursey lips whispering "diamonds are a girl's best friend". My best friend Dee Dee Baker and I have snuck off to see M.M. and Brigitte Bardot both at the matinee (Father would flat-out kill me if he knew), so you see I know a thing or two about diamonds. But when I looked at Anatole's wrinkled brown knuckles and pinkish palms, I pictured hands like those digging diamonds out of the Congo dirt and got to thinking, Gee, does Marilyn Monroe even know where they come from? Just picturing her in her satin gown and a Congolese diamond digger in the same universe gave me the weebie jeebies. So I didn't think about it anymore."- Rachel Price, daughter of a baptist missionary, Congo, 1960's. (fictional story)

It's a wonderful book, told by the women in the life of a baptist missionary (who is a little off his rocker). If you haven't read it, you should.

I didn't take my cds to Mexico. I spent ten weeks only listening to Mexican music blaring down the street, and church songs. And the songs that were stuck in my head. Every so often (and more toward the end of my time) i would listen to music at the internet cafe. Most of it consisted of listening to Copeland's purevolume site.

So select songs from the Copeland cd became my soundtrack to Mexico. Listening to the cd in the car I realized that I have not been this into a cd in a long time. It has a defined a time in my life for me. The only other cd that has impressed itself into my life at this point is the Mates of State ep "All Day". Four songs I played a lot right before leaving for Mexico, as I owned it less than a week before I left.

Just thoughts. Lots of thoughts.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

 
How to Make a Great Sandwich
by Meghan

1) First you must find the foundation of your beautiful sandwich. This means bread. Do not use those small square breads that you used for peanut butter and jelly when you were a kid. You need big deli bread. Wheat is best for you, but if you're picky like Meghan it takes 5 minutes to pick out wheat bread. For her, it must be wheat with no crunchy nonsense in it. This is tough, but doable. Also, for a great sandwich your bread must be toasted. And no weeny toasting... I mean full-fledged toasting.

2) Choose a spread. Meghan likes hummus. Hummus with garlic. Yes. Use it. Spread it liberally onto your toast.

3) Find lettuce. Meghan likes iceberg because it's crunchy, but her friend Natalie scoffs at iceberg, so use whichever you prefer.

4) Tomatoes are a must. Find a small vine-ripened tomato and cut it in slices. Use all of it.

5) Cucumber should be cut in thin, yet abundant pieces. If they are too big your bites will be labored and horrible. Be wise in this area.

6) Find your cheese. Cheese is a must. Make it a good deli cheese, like Havarti. However, if you would like a heavenly sandwich then you should choose and use Tillamook Cheddar (Medium to sharp, whatever you prefer). If you are using Kraft singles still just give up altogether and throw your sandwich in the garbage. Kraft singles are disgusting and puke-inducing.

7) Assemble your sandwich in this order: toast, hummus, cheese, cucumber, tomato, lettuce, and the other piece of toast with hummus on it. This order provides good stability for your wonderful sandwich and easier preparation.

8) Cut and enjoy.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

 
I just went to a wonderful concert. Yes, it was 2 hours long, but it was really great. Our choir and chorale gave performances, then combined to sing with another outside chamber ensemble. And there was an orchestra. Natalie and Amanda, my two roommates (and friends!), sang two beautiful solos that made me so incredibly proud. There were some really beautiful songs, and I think it might have just overwhelmed because I don't usually like a lot of choral music unless I'm actually singing it, but I haven't heard any in a LONG time. It was nice. One piece was written by a student and a little different but really great. The chamber ensemble sang "Loch Lomond" (I think it's Lomond) and it was such a wonderful song.

Guh.

It made me miss choral singing. I whine.

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