It's funny how one idea can spur on to another and then another and soon you're so far from the idea that spurred you on in the first place, it's a completely different thought altogether.
Maybe it's because when you open the door to one possibility, a whole bunch of others pour in too. Possibility doesn't like to travel alone, I guess.
I say this because a random and funny text I received from a friend last week sped up the ever turning thoughts of what direction I should go and sent me barreling forward.
I don't know if anything will come of these ideas, but that's one thing about possibility, it may pull you in a million different directions, and never actually get you anywhere, but at least it's fun to have around.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
And the momeraths outgrabe...
It was a Cheshire Cat moon tonight. Driving home, I saw the lunar slice grinning at me and it reminded me of the times my sister and I were curled up in the back seat of my parents' car on the way to the drive-in movies.
We'd wear our pajamas and my mom would build a little bird's nest for us, with the back seat of the hatchback Sprint folded down. On the drive, Erin and I would point at the moon and laugh how it was following us.
It followed me again tonight. It stood out in the sky the entire way home, managing to hover above the hills and keep its pearly whites on me.
The Cheshire Cat moon got me thinking. Besides the trip down memory lane, it had me looking ahead. If I talked to this troublesome cat, I imagine the conversation probably would have gone like something this:
"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where –" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"– so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."
(from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)
(Outgrabe (past tense; present tense outgribe) – Something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle. -- From Wikipedia)
We'd wear our pajamas and my mom would build a little bird's nest for us, with the back seat of the hatchback Sprint folded down. On the drive, Erin and I would point at the moon and laugh how it was following us.
It followed me again tonight. It stood out in the sky the entire way home, managing to hover above the hills and keep its pearly whites on me.
The Cheshire Cat moon got me thinking. Besides the trip down memory lane, it had me looking ahead. If I talked to this troublesome cat, I imagine the conversation probably would have gone like something this:
"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where –" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"– so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."
(from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)
(Outgrabe (past tense; present tense outgribe) – Something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle. -- From Wikipedia)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Resolutions 2009 update
In my last blog, I listed my New Year's resolutions. Here is an update to my progress:
1) In the last three weeks I have eaten meat twice. The first was one week in. I was a friend's place for dinner and had some pizza with chicken and bacon on it. D'oh! But it was very teeny tiny pieces of bacon, so it really can't count. Can it? I mean they were really small pieces. The other time I failed was today. I had chicken in my taco salad. But I believe I added a disclaimer for chicken, so technically, I've only messed up once. Other than that, I must say I'm impressed with my self-control and I really don't even miss it that much.
2) I have yet to go snowboarding, but I did go snowshoeing with a group of friends a couple weeks ago. I huffed and puffed my way over the hills and slid/fell down most of them. I thought I was going to die at least once. That was when I was sliding and couldn't stop myself and instead of helping me, my "friend" moved out of the way. He later told me I was a natural on snowshoes, to which I replied that I had a knack for waddling.
3) I have also grabbed rejection by the horns and looked it square in the face. Without going into great detail, it was pretty nervewracking, but felt great at the same time. Now, if I could only take this and apply it to all areas of my life, I very well may become unstoppable. Megan Haggerty, unstoppable reject.
4) I still live in Copperopolis. It has only been three weeks, I may be unstoppable, but I'm not a miracle worker.
1) In the last three weeks I have eaten meat twice. The first was one week in. I was a friend's place for dinner and had some pizza with chicken and bacon on it. D'oh! But it was very teeny tiny pieces of bacon, so it really can't count. Can it? I mean they were really small pieces. The other time I failed was today. I had chicken in my taco salad. But I believe I added a disclaimer for chicken, so technically, I've only messed up once. Other than that, I must say I'm impressed with my self-control and I really don't even miss it that much.
2) I have yet to go snowboarding, but I did go snowshoeing with a group of friends a couple weeks ago. I huffed and puffed my way over the hills and slid/fell down most of them. I thought I was going to die at least once. That was when I was sliding and couldn't stop myself and instead of helping me, my "friend" moved out of the way. He later told me I was a natural on snowshoes, to which I replied that I had a knack for waddling.3) I have also grabbed rejection by the horns and looked it square in the face. Without going into great detail, it was pretty nervewracking, but felt great at the same time. Now, if I could only take this and apply it to all areas of my life, I very well may become unstoppable. Megan Haggerty, unstoppable reject.
4) I still live in Copperopolis. It has only been three weeks, I may be unstoppable, but I'm not a miracle worker.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
New year, new me
I try not to do anything too big for New Year's Eve and I'll tell you why.
There's so much hype and build up to the last night of the year and I have found that they year's I've tried to make a big to do of it, I've winded up disappointed.
So like the last few years, I approached this eve with a laid back, I'll do whatever attitude and had a great time with the great friends I've made this year.
Just before the clock on the microwave struck midnight, the few of us that lasted went around to share our New Year's resolutions. Up until that point I hadn't given it up much thought. I did have one or two ideas, but they weren't ones I was particularly committed to.
I wish I had given it more thought and said something that if I followed through would change my life, but why set myself up like that?
Well, fourteen hours later, I've given it some more thought and have come up with several things to accomplish in the New Year and I'll try to give a little insight into why I've chosen them.
1) Try vegetarianism
(Emphasis on the word try.) On Christmas Eve, I was at a friend of my parents' house and while most of us were at the table playing games, some of the men where in the living room were watching a hunting channel. (I don't know if there actually is a hunting channel, but it was all hunting shows, so I'm going to call it that.) Anyway, they guys on the show were shooting deer, snakes, boars, etc., and, maybe because it was Christmas, I felt bad. I thought about this on the way home (I do most of my deep thinking in the car) but reminded myself that I eat chickens and cows and pigs and boy are they delicious! But anyway, the point is I'm going to try to go without meat. I may eat chicken from time to time, so if you see me with a drumstick in hand, don't hold it against me.
2) Snowboarding
This wasn't a New Year's resolution until my friend Vanessa gave me her snowboard this morning. But a few months ago I decided I wanted to snowboard this winter and she said she had a board she didn't use. And Alisha has boots I can have, so I'm pretty much set, just point me in the direction of the snow!
3) Confidence
I'm not sure that many people know this about me, but I have a major fear of rejection (I just spelled fear f-e-e-r, wow. Glad I caught that.) So I've decided that I'm going to put myself out there, especially with my writing (which also means I need to really focus on my writing) and maybe with a few other things too. I have to stop waiting for life to drop things in my lap and do something about the things I want. Or else I will live in Copperopolis forever!!!!!
Which brings me to my last resolution:
4) Move out of Copperopolis!
There's so much hype and build up to the last night of the year and I have found that they year's I've tried to make a big to do of it, I've winded up disappointed.
So like the last few years, I approached this eve with a laid back, I'll do whatever attitude and had a great time with the great friends I've made this year.
Just before the clock on the microwave struck midnight, the few of us that lasted went around to share our New Year's resolutions. Up until that point I hadn't given it up much thought. I did have one or two ideas, but they weren't ones I was particularly committed to.
I wish I had given it more thought and said something that if I followed through would change my life, but why set myself up like that?
Well, fourteen hours later, I've given it some more thought and have come up with several things to accomplish in the New Year and I'll try to give a little insight into why I've chosen them.
1) Try vegetarianism
(Emphasis on the word try.) On Christmas Eve, I was at a friend of my parents' house and while most of us were at the table playing games, some of the men where in the living room were watching a hunting channel. (I don't know if there actually is a hunting channel, but it was all hunting shows, so I'm going to call it that.) Anyway, they guys on the show were shooting deer, snakes, boars, etc., and, maybe because it was Christmas, I felt bad. I thought about this on the way home (I do most of my deep thinking in the car) but reminded myself that I eat chickens and cows and pigs and boy are they delicious! But anyway, the point is I'm going to try to go without meat. I may eat chicken from time to time, so if you see me with a drumstick in hand, don't hold it against me.
2) Snowboarding
This wasn't a New Year's resolution until my friend Vanessa gave me her snowboard this morning. But a few months ago I decided I wanted to snowboard this winter and she said she had a board she didn't use. And Alisha has boots I can have, so I'm pretty much set, just point me in the direction of the snow!
3) Confidence
I'm not sure that many people know this about me, but I have a major fear of rejection (I just spelled fear f-e-e-r, wow. Glad I caught that.) So I've decided that I'm going to put myself out there, especially with my writing (which also means I need to really focus on my writing) and maybe with a few other things too. I have to stop waiting for life to drop things in my lap and do something about the things I want. Or else I will live in Copperopolis forever!!!!!
Which brings me to my last resolution:
4) Move out of Copperopolis!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Word dreams
I can't remember what I dreamt about last night. All I know is that when I woke up, the word "pontificate," was all I could remember.
I didn't even know I knew that word, or if it even was a word, but I had a feeling of what it meant.
Pontificate stayed on my mind all day, and I just looked it up, and I was right:
Main Entry:
2pon·tif·i·cate
Pronunciation:
\pän-ˈti-fə-ˌkāt\
Function:
intransitive verb 2: to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way
(courtesy Merriam-Webster.com)
Who dreams about words? It was a first for me. But after careful thought, I traced the word back to all of the "Cheers" reruns I watched yesterday. "Pontificate" must have come out of Diane Chambers' mouth during her one of many tangents. When she was pontificating, if you will.
And then it hit me...
I watched waaay too many "Cheers" episodes yesterday.
I didn't even know I knew that word, or if it even was a word, but I had a feeling of what it meant.
Pontificate stayed on my mind all day, and I just looked it up, and I was right:
Main Entry:
2pon·tif·i·cate
Pronunciation:
\pän-ˈti-fə-ˌkāt\
Function:
intransitive verb 2: to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way
(courtesy Merriam-Webster.com)
Who dreams about words? It was a first for me. But after careful thought, I traced the word back to all of the "Cheers" reruns I watched yesterday. "Pontificate" must have come out of Diane Chambers' mouth during her one of many tangents. When she was pontificating, if you will.
And then it hit me...
I watched waaay too many "Cheers" episodes yesterday.
God bless us, everyone
On Saturday a few friends and I gathered up a handful of the Christmas cards we'd made in our Bible study and walked up the long driveway to Country Lane Estates. While walking we discussed the Christmas carols we'd sing and what we'd say. We dressed festively, me in green the other girls in red. I imgined we were like a sprig of holly.
Once we got through the gate that was "to keep them in, not us out," as Sarah said, we stood around awkwardly, not sure where we were supposed to go in. It looked just like a house, not a hospital or clinic like I thought. After further inspection, I was pretty sure we were in the right place because I saw a white head of thinning hair through the window. And once I walked around the corner and saw another just like it, I knew we were there.
Finally locating the doorbell, we met the lady who worked there and were ushered in to meet the five ladies who lived in the care home. All of us were full of smiles and even though we'd never met these women before, I felt connected to them. Maybe it was the spirit of Christmas, or maybe it was how welcome they made us feel. I felt myself choking up when I saw how happy they were to have visitors. And honestly, I felt just as happy to be there.
We handed out the song books and those of them that could, sang along with us. We asked for requests, and one lady, Connie, suggested one after another. I was surprised at how good we sounded, but I also knew I couldn't take credit for any of that. They applauded after each carol ended and after singing four or five, we took the opportunity to give them the Christmas cards.
I think if we had handed them each a one hundred dollar bill, they wouldn't have been any happier than they were with the cards. As they looked them over, cooing over how lovely they were, they were even more impressed to hear that we had made them, thanks to all of Vanessa's scrapbooking supplies.
Alisha led us in one more carol and then it was time to go. We talked for a few moments then took each of their wrinkled hands and wished them a Merry Christmas. As we were leaving, we were peppered with invitations to come back and visit anytime.
And then it hit me...
I think I will.
Once we got through the gate that was "to keep them in, not us out," as Sarah said, we stood around awkwardly, not sure where we were supposed to go in. It looked just like a house, not a hospital or clinic like I thought. After further inspection, I was pretty sure we were in the right place because I saw a white head of thinning hair through the window. And once I walked around the corner and saw another just like it, I knew we were there.
Finally locating the doorbell, we met the lady who worked there and were ushered in to meet the five ladies who lived in the care home. All of us were full of smiles and even though we'd never met these women before, I felt connected to them. Maybe it was the spirit of Christmas, or maybe it was how welcome they made us feel. I felt myself choking up when I saw how happy they were to have visitors. And honestly, I felt just as happy to be there.
We handed out the song books and those of them that could, sang along with us. We asked for requests, and one lady, Connie, suggested one after another. I was surprised at how good we sounded, but I also knew I couldn't take credit for any of that. They applauded after each carol ended and after singing four or five, we took the opportunity to give them the Christmas cards.
I think if we had handed them each a one hundred dollar bill, they wouldn't have been any happier than they were with the cards. As they looked them over, cooing over how lovely they were, they were even more impressed to hear that we had made them, thanks to all of Vanessa's scrapbooking supplies.
Alisha led us in one more carol and then it was time to go. We talked for a few moments then took each of their wrinkled hands and wished them a Merry Christmas. As we were leaving, we were peppered with invitations to come back and visit anytime.
And then it hit me...
I think I will.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Slacker
So I started out this new blog with gusto and lately I've felt myself slowing down a bit. Writer's block? Maybe? Busy-ness? Possiblity. (I just realized I don't know how to spell busy-ness. I thought business, but that's business. Weird.) Ok, back to the point.
The point is acutally that I have no point. But I can't let another December day go by without writing a blog. (I just checked, the correct spelling is busyness. Phew! Now I can sleep tonight.)
So here I am. Writing about nothing. Hopefully you're still reading. People watched Seinfeld and that was a "show about nothing." So I trust you're still following along.
I've started three sentences so far in this blog with the word "So." I tried to think of another word that means the same thing, but "therefore," "however" and "anywho" just didn't seem like the write choice. So there you have it.
Wow, I am rambling quite a bit. I can't figure out if this is entertaining or just annoying. If it's the later, I apologize.
And then it hit me...
Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead.
So I will.
The point is acutally that I have no point. But I can't let another December day go by without writing a blog. (I just checked, the correct spelling is busyness. Phew! Now I can sleep tonight.)
So here I am. Writing about nothing. Hopefully you're still reading. People watched Seinfeld and that was a "show about nothing." So I trust you're still following along.
I've started three sentences so far in this blog with the word "So." I tried to think of another word that means the same thing, but "therefore," "however" and "anywho" just didn't seem like the write choice. So there you have it.
Wow, I am rambling quite a bit. I can't figure out if this is entertaining or just annoying. If it's the later, I apologize.
And then it hit me...
Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead.
So I will.
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