Sunday, November 11, 2012

OhcrapI'msupposedtoblogtoday

Uh...so I made this pact with myself awhile back that I would blog at least twice a week. Four times is the goal, but I rarely hit that. So, I just realized it's Sunday evening at 6:28 p.m. and I've only blogged once this week. Sadly, though, I lack a witty topic to rail on about for paragraphs and paragraphs. Thus, you get a Megcentric highlight reel. Below you will find a series of facts, opinions and musings that are currently floating through the scary, scary ether that is my brain. You're welcome.

I saw a guy in the Co-op parking lot this week who looked just like Leonard from "The Big Bang Theory". This coupled with zombie Steve Jobs in the Trader Joe's parking lot can only mean one thing: celebrities of various states of aliveness are stalking me but the only way they can reach me is through special inter-dimensional portals in grocery store parking lots. Clearly.

Onions are so badass. I mean, think about it: they have the power to make you cry even as you're chopping them up to eat them. What else can do that? Note: if you have an answer to that question, you should probably keep it to yourself...or tell a nice, friendly policeman...

I wonder if other animals can be service animals. We're working on getting Ry a service dog and he likes dogs, but he likes certain other animals better - like goats for example. I wonder if goats can be trained as service animals? My freshman year roommate, Tiffany, took a class on goats (what? UCD's a big ag school) and for their final they had to write a paper on any topic related to goats. Since Tiffany just took the class for a laugh and not because she had a burning desire to learn about goat husbandry, she researched weird facts about goats to write her paper on. She found that some man had quit his job and invested all his money into the idea of training goats as guard dogs. The specifics are escaping me now, but I think the goats wore bells around their necks and were supposed to shake their heads vigorously at the first sign of trouble? Needless to say, the venture did not take off. The guy lost all his money and his wife left him. Moral of the story? Dogs make the best guard dogs. But...I'm still not sure about service animals...maybe I should sink some money into this idea...


Oh my gosh, guys, the joys there are to be found when one performs a Google image search for "service goat"!


I hate not being able to buy wine on Sunday. Tonight I made a lovely Moroccan beef stew and a glass of red wine would really go nicely with it. But guess what? Jerkface past-Megan drank all the wine last night and now present-Megan can't have any. The future-Megan of tomorrow could purchase some, but the moment will be over by then. I wish present-Megan could go back in time and kick past-Megan's ass and steal that bottle of Apothic Red. Alas, I have yet to find my own inter-dimensional portal...perhaps I should search in the Kroger parking lot...

6 comments:

  1. How do you feel about monkeys? I know they've been used before. Because, seriously, after two kids why not?

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    1. Oh, I think Ry and a service monkey would get along almost too well. I'm pretty sure Ry would train the monkey to do all his dirty work where mischief was concerned.

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  2. http://www.guidehorse.com/

    You are welcome :)

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    1. Oh my God, those are adorable!!! Sadly, Pippa Jane is afraid of miniature horses. Yes, the mind boggles, because how on earth could one be afraid of something so cute?!

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  3. I love me some Apothic Red!

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