Meghan's Musings

Last night I couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard I tried. Again, it was one of those times where I couldn't shut my mind off. It also might have had something to do with how hot it was outside. All I could do was lay there. I didn't even feel like turning on my TV. It was around 3 o'clock in the morning and I knew what would be on, the oh so wonderful infomercial. I have determined that there are specific categories of infomercials. The most prevalent of these categories is the exercise or fitness related infomercial. They consist of a group of overly energetic smiling sweaty people. Their goal is to make you believe that if you work out for only 30 minutes a week as hard as you possibly can, then you can eat whenever you want with no consequences to speak of. Another kind of fitness related infomercial is the one that tries to sell its audience exercise equipment. I think these are the ones that make me the angriest because I swear that I've seen some of the...

I just indulged in a bowl of ice cream. I know what you're thinking, "what's the big deal?" Well, let me tell you that this was no ordinary bowl of ice cream. Picture it, three scoops of French vanilla ice cream topped with hot fudge and a brownie in the bottom. The hot fudge softened the brownie the perfect amount. The combinations of those three delicious ingredients simply melted in my mouth, making way for a flavor explosion. It also allowed for another memory from my childhood to bubble up. It's Saturday night, I am sitting in the kitchen of my grandma and grandpa McKay. The walls are light blue. The carpet in the living room is a darker shade of blue. I have a makeshift washcloth bib safety pinned securely around my neck, it is also blue. It is navy blue. This was my grandma McKay's favorite shade of blue. I could go on about her obsession with the color blue for hours but that is not the point of this particular blog. Getting back to my original sto...

I knew this guy in my American literature class a couple of semesters ago who said, "you know, I would love nothing more than to go deep into the woods for about a week and reflect on nothing but my own thoughts." At the time, I thought he was a bit full of himself but after today I know for a fact, that he was a lot full of himself. I tried to spend the day doing absolutely nothing. The goal was empty my mind and decompress from working so hard in school for the past year. I had good intentions, that's for sure but I was not able to accomplish my goal. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't for the life of me turn my mind off. I sat alone in my room for about a good three hours and tried to think about nothing. I ended up thinking about my wallpaper border. It has Guardian Angels suspended forever in flight flying all around my room. I thought about how juvenile it seemed for a 25-year-old to have a wallpaper mortar filled with guardian angels. Then, I cursed myself...

As I have gotten older I've developed this habit of bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter at the most inappropriate times. The most dangerous times are when mom and I are in the middle of a stand pivot bathroom transfer or when I have a mouth full of toothpaste and she is standing directly in front me. These fits of laughter are not limited to these two situations. They most commonly occur when I am supposed to be quiet. For example, when I am sitting in a crowded classroom during the most boring lecture known to man. Something, usually something about that particular professor will strike me funny. Usually it's nothing too outlandish. It could be a strange print on a skirt they wore or a or a horrendously bad "Dr. Huxtable" circa 1986 sweater. At first, the laughter is easily contained and disguised as a really bad "tickle in my throat". If the laughter does not subside I try to explain it as a random back spasm. Lastly, if the laughter gets too o...

Nowadays, the television landscape is peppered with so-called "reality shows". They range from your run-of-the-mill dating shows that never work out but you can't stop watching, to your Jackass type shows were guides make complete idiots of themselves. I think I have figured out why the general public is so fascinated with these kinds of shows. Simply, all of us are insecure. We will do absolutely anything to feel better about our own lives. We just love to sit back in the comfort of our own living rooms and say things like, "thank goodness that's not me," or "I wouldn't be that stupid. I'm not writing, as the voice of moral superiority. Far from it, I still have succumb to this type of behavior. Why, just tonight I was watching the long-running show Cops . Tonight's episode featured an especially compelling storyline of two best friends, one male and one female. The female the row her mail continues cell phone out the window of her car af...

I have decided that I'm not going to limit myself to only writing 200 words a day. It just doesn't seem like enough considering the fact that I want to reach in mass audience. From this point forward I will be publishing short stories or vignettes on this blog. Some will fall in the fiction genre and others will fall in nonfiction. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that my overall goal with this blog is to get my name as a writer out there. Posting short snippets of my writing does not seem like the most effective way of doing that. Another thing I want to make clear is that I am also indecisive when it comes to my writing. In other words, I may completely change my mind tomorrow. So, please bear with me and continue reading. I mentioned in previous posts, that I have trouble with deadlines. Well, I also have trouble coming up with story ideas. I am more than open to suggestions. Anything that will help give this blog some direction is more than welcome. I want my writin...

When I was a little girl I had several favorite TV shows. The main ones were Barney and Friends as well as that one about Lamb Chops. I forget the name of the specific TV show because it went through so many variations over the years. The basic premise was that Lamb Chops a puppet controlled by Sherry Lewis learned life lessons with the help of her friends Charlie Horse and hush Puppy. I loved this show so much that I had my own version of Lamb Chops at home. I was not able to operate Lamb Chops in the same way that Sherry Lewis did but that didn't matter to me. I could imagine us going out for the different adventures together. She was mine. Pardon the borrowed material from an old nursery rhyme, but she also had fleece as white as snow. The one odd thing about my puppet Lamb Chops and the original version was that they both had red buttons going down the front them. I guess that was supposed to simulate some sort of jacket so she wouldn't appear naked. T...

Well, I wouldn't exactly call them unexpected consequences per se, just embarrassing muscular mishaps. For example the young girl is sitting in the movie theater watching Anastasia and the music changes signifying the entrance of the EU will sorcerer Rasputin and his cute but annoying fruit bat sidekick Bartok. Even though the girl knows intellectually that something bad is about to happen she still jumps out of her skin. In the process she knocks over a large soda and jumbo tub of popcorn that was placed on her lap tray for some godforsaken reason. The girl feels horrible, but there is nothing she can do except endure the books and harsh whispers of every other person in the theater. The girl's mother tries unsuccessfully to clean the mess up. However, all she has at her disposal is a couple of previously used paper napkins and her own saliva. So, unfortunately the girl is forced to remain extremely sticky for the rest of the movie. The girl feels like a...