Hi My Name is Megan....

Hi, my name is Megan and I have potential to become a full-blown Hoarder.

I say 'full-blown' because I think that I am already a little-bit of a Hoarder.

Tonight I decided to clean out our bedroom closet.

I want to be ready to move at a moments notice. Whenever I find contentment in this apartment and God gives us the OK to move I want to be ready.

So I decided that getting our closet clean and organized and rid of all things we don't need or wear anymore would be a good step towards getting ready for the move - whenever that is.

Way to late in the night I started my project. I went through our closet, got rid of some clothes and shoes that we don't wear anymore.

I then found a Christmas tree stand that I most likely would have been looking for in the next week so I felt productive.

It was around the time that we had to take apart the vacuum because I sucked a knit belt into it that I decided I was done with the closet and wanted to conquer new territory.

So I left what used to be our very clean bedroom looking like this: (don't be jealous of the black Dr. marten's in the picture)
There is a chair under there I promise....
And then entered the bathroom - also known as the land of expired products.

Also, the land where the fear (and realization?) set in that I may in fact be a hoarder.

Do you know how many bottles of shampoo I had under my sink?

By the way do those expire?

Does anybody want a pair of glasses that I wore in junior high? Because I totally have those under my sink?

How about the perfume I got for Christmas my senior year of high school, SEVEN years ago?!?

Or what about a Chi straightener that broke 3 years ago but I can't bring myself to part with it because I paid so much money for it.

So I keep it under my sink.

Even though it is BROKEN

I did throw away about 20 bottles of Proactiv because they expired a looooong time ago.

I hope my dad isn't reading this, it would probably hurt his eyes (and bank account) to know that I threw away all of that Proactiv he paid for.

It would be like "throwing money out the window" as he would say.

I also found a couple of bottles of cellulite cream.

Do those expire?

Do you know what the saddest part about all of this is?

I moved more than 10 times during my college career.

I MOVED ALL OF THIS STUFF EVERYTIME.

Something is wrong here.

I started to feel defeated when my bathroom looked like this: (which by the way do you like how I didn't even put down my toilet lid for this picture, my mom will be embarrassed)

When I reached this point I realized I didn't really want to conquer the bathroom either and it was time for bed.

Which is clearly why I'm blogging.

When I told Luke that I thought I was a Hoarder, he said he already knew that I was one, its no secret.

That's why I married him, he lifts me up when I am down.

Now I'm off to put everything back under my sink and in my closet so that I can go to bed.

Basically tonight I just took an inventory of all the expired items in our home.

You should always keep track of those sorts of things, you never know when you will get the urge to wear that perfume that didn't even smell that great when you were in high school.

I Want it Now

Do you ever feel sucked up into the game of this world?

You want this.

You have to have that.

You will just die if you don’t get a such and such.

Or you NEED to show up to the party wearing a who and who.

I just made up ‘who and who’ but I kind of like it.

I have been dealing with this lately.

I think for most people it is a very normal thing to deal with, but lately it has consumed my life.

I always think I NEED something.

Whether it is an article of clothing, a certain piece of furniture or even a kitchen gadget, I fully believe that I need it and I need it now.

I also fully believe that most of the time it is a straight lie.

It is just hard to remember that in the moment.

Lately I have been a bit irritated with my husband because he is not finding us a house.

For the record I gave up on joining him in this search a looooooooooooong time ago.

I have left it completely up to him.

The other day I was whining around much like a child, complaining that we were STILL living in our stupid apartment.

When I use words like stupid you know I’m serious.

Luke then asked me why I was so adamant to get out of our apartment.

The ONLY thing I could come up was because I waaaaaaaaant a house and I want it nooooooow.

It may have sounded similar to Veruca from Willy Wonka.

Seriously, it was pretty bad.

And yes, I just admitted that I sounded like a spoiled child.

Lately, I have become consumed with the image of a home.

With granite counter tops and plush carpet, and hardwood floors, and wait……see how easy it is for me to become distracted when talking about homes?

I know that we will find a house in God’s timing, but maybe first He is trying to teach me something?

Maybe I need to learn to be content with what I have.

To become content with what I have been given and stop always searching for the next thing.

I am so blessed and have so much more than what I need, yet I still find myself discontent with what I do have.

I think the desire for ‘things’ will ALWAYS be something I struggle with. You won’t see me running around barefoot in a sheet anytime soon because I have learned to rid myself of all material things.

I will always want new clothes and I will always desire to look nice and presentable, there is nothing wrong with that.

It’s the compulsion to always have new 'stuff' and more 'stuff' that becomes the problem.

However, if I learn to break this cycle and to place my Hope and Trust in something bigger than myself it will become easier to do each time, and when feel that little voice saying “I NEED MORE” creep up I can ‘nip it in the bud’.

It seems like, lately, the Big Guy Upstairs has been trying to get me to fully grasp contentment.

Maybe I will finally get it one day.

Weekly Weekend Update

First of all I have to say thank you for all the sweet comments you left on my last blog post. I debated whether to even EVER put another picture of myself on the blog again! You girls sure made me feel good!

Anyways, its time for our Weekly weekend Update:

1. We spent Friday night in the good ole' apartment with some yummy Pei Wei. I could eat it every night, and lately I can't get it spicy enough. The spicier the better!

2. Saturday a friend that takes some great pictures spent an hour of her morning snapping some pictures of us for our Christmas cards, she sent me these two, I'm excited to see the rest of them:3. Saturday night we purchased our very first Christmas tree and I am super excited! I might even put it up next week! The hubs was super excited to take this picture with our tree (not really)4. Sunday night we headed to a Thunder game. Some friends from church invited us and I never pass a chance to go to a NBA game, they are so fun!So that was our weekend, I wish I could say I spent more time cleaning, but I didn't which is why I am still awake at 11:00, except I'm blogging not cleaning.



Hope you all had a great weekend!

Leggings Intervention

The other day on Twitter there was a lot of talk about leggings.

It was during that conversation about leggings that I made a startling revelation.

I have been wearing leggings for several years now and apparently they haven't been in style.

I was warned by a few people younger than me that the leggings I was wearing were not in style but I simply dismissed their warnings.

I have mentioned several times on the ole blog that I am challenged when it comes to fashion or anything halfway relating to fashion, so it should come as no surprise that I was very out of style.

And I am thankful for my blog/twitter friends who double as my "fashion consultants".

But the leggings are not necessarily the problem.

The problem is the amount that I wear the leggings.

I need a Leggings Intervention.

I think leggings are one of the most comfortable pieces of clothing.

And when I wear them to work paired with a large shirt (to cover the behind) and flats, it is as if I am wearing a night gown and house shoes to work.

And nothing is better than that.

Even it if it means being out style.

I have started incorporating leggings into my weekly outfits more often than whats deemed appropriate.

I'm on day 3 of leggings so far this week.

I need an intervention. Quick.

And I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I got my leggings at Target about two years ago for $5.

Perhaps its time to invest in some new ones?

Here's my outfit today, with my $5 leggings.

I will bad sad when leggings go back out of style, however, judging from my history, I will probably still continue to wear them.

Because what is better than wearing a night gown to work? Nothing.

If leggings are wrong than I don't want to be right.

Groovin' Music

Tonight I begun the daunting task of putting together a playlist of tunes to listen to while I workout.

Well, I say workout but I mean jog.

Well, I say jog but I mean 'walk briskly'.

Actually I am attempting to do the 'Couch to 5k' program, but I am reluctant to say that on the blog because if I quit it in 3 weeks I won't just know I'm a quitter, but those of you that read my ramblings will also know I'm a quitter.

But hopefully I won't quit.

I bought the couch to 5k application for the iphone and I feel good about it this time. I feel like I will really stick with it.

And the fact that the hubs acted like I would use it one time and forget about it is an even bigger incentive to complete the challenge.

But he has good reason for his assumptions. Anybody remember The Shred?

Yeah, me neither.

So I have been putting together a workout playlist and I just can't seem to narrow it down. There are too many good get-your-butt-moving songs.

But I've narrowed it down a bit.

I of course started with with Britney because she will never fail me when it comes to get-my-butt-moving music.

I have been with her since the beginning. I was there when she was innocent, I defended her when everybody said she got implants, I saw her go from skanky to mommy all the way to crazy crazy train and now back to pop princess. I never abandoned her and she has never abandoned me when I needed good jogging-walking-briskly tunes.

I then moved into a little Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift followed by Coldplay. Needless to say I love all genres of music.

And please lets not forget Backstreet Boys. I mean seriously who can listen to "Everybody" and not want to get up and do a choreographed dance? Not me.

I then concluded the playlist with some tunes by my very own hubby. Don't worry none of the tunes are written for me or about me. That's not his style.

But even though they aren't about me, they are still good songs and they will remind me that somebody out there loves me when I feel like I am dying on the treadmill.

So now I have two playlists each containing 30 minutes of music. I feel good and ready to combat the treadmill.

And yes, I know that running outside is better for your body and I would love to run outside, however, my only problem is that my ears tend to feel like they are going to fall off if I go outside in anything less than 72 degrees.

I'm not really cut out for this working-out, physical exercise, endurance thing.

But the Couch to 5k is still calling my name.

So now that I've probably disgusted a good majority of you by admitting my love for all things Brit Brit and Boy Bands, tell me, what is on your get-your-butt-moving music?

The Pot Pie

The other day I made this pot pie:


And I was very excited to eat it. Until I realized one little thing.

The chicken broth I used was expired.

Freaking. expired.

Well, not expired by the date, but expired by the fact that I put an opened thing of broth in the pantry and not in the refrigerator, where apparently it was supposed to go.

Therefore, expired.

And I didn't realize it until I had prepared the pot pie and it was in the oven cooking away just waiting to be eaten.

When I figured out that I had used 'bad' chicken broth I did what any normal person would do.

I got on google and researched if to see if it would still be ok to eat.

Then I got on WebMD to see what the side effects would be if we still ate the pot pie.

Just kidding about that last part. But WebMD did tell me the other day that I need to start wearing a neck brace at work. But I'm trying to go a whole month without going to the Dr. so I can't ask him about that one just yet.

Anyways between google and 2 calls to my mother and grandmother we concluded that this beautiful pot pie was indeed toxic.

So here sat this lovely, delicious-looking pot pie, made with lots of hard work, love, and frozen veggies, that we couldn't touch.

There was no way I was going to risk it, and I knew that my food crazy hubby wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole.

In fact when he looked at it he said, ewww it even looks expired.

I had to explain to him that the chicken broth looked NORMAL that's why I still used it. This is what pot pie is supposed to look like (and if you're thinking, "no that's not what my pot pie looks like" don't tell me).

Over the last year I have really found a love for cooking that I never knew I had.

I love researching new recipes and trying them out, and most of the time I do a good job.

However there are times that I have slip ups like this, where I am close to poisoning me and the hubs.

Does anybody else ever have moments like this in the kitchen? Where your mind completely slips and you make a dumb mistake.

For the record I made a new non-toxic pot pie the next night and it was delish.

And I'm looking for a neck brace online.

Weekly Weekend Update

Friday we hit the road again (what's new) and headed up north to spend sometime with our family.

Here's what we did:

Spent sometime at a high school football game where I froze:

Rode a 4-wheeler at Luke's parent's house. Went to hang out with my family
Then we helped this cute little guy get ready for Halloween:Maxton and his momma (my sister)With his favorite aunt and uncle (I'm trying to get Maxton to call Luke Uncle Lu Lu, Luke doesn't like it) With Maxton and gramma
And then we sent him off to Trick or Treat where he found a friend that looked familiarToday (Sunday) we've had a pretty crazy day. We had a fall festival after church. I woke up extra early to bake some goodies to take. I have become a full fledged Betty Crocker.

It was a great weekend.

And now I'm excited because the holiday season is beginning!!!