Parents, Another Fire, and adoption... in that order

This weekend my parents came in. My dad had Monday off and I invited them down when I went home for my cousin's graduation. They decided to come and I'm happy they did, you appreciate you parents more when you're gone I think. I've always loved them and the older I get and the farther away we are, the more I see how much I missed them.

My mom has been feeling really bad recently so she stayed in and slept most of the weekend. My dad and I went out (to the pet store, Home Depot, sadly Walmart) and hung out a bit. The older I get the cooler I see he is.

They brought plenty of food, cooked and uncooked and even bought me everything we ate this week. My mother even slipped me some money before they left, I told her I did not need it. I didn't return it and she didn't take it back. That's just how they are.

I was cooking caramel today as I have done 3 or 4 times. I'm a baker, I've been doing this baking thing since I was 7 years old, been scratch baking for about five years now! I know how to do it. Well, somehow some caramel fell on the electric burner. Oh shit, I thought. I need to do something so this doesn't catch fire or burn. A paper towel? No, that'll catch fire too is something happens. Baking soda? I don't know if it'll work or if it'll cause something big to happen considering it's been used in many baking dishes, one of my other caramel recipes in fact, it doubles the mixture. My dish sponge? No, that may still have some ammonia on it and cause an even bigger problem. So I say my drying towel for dishes. It too can burn but hey. As soon as I grab this towel to wipe up the very small mess, a very tiny fire starts. I take the rag and wipe it up, it goes out, put the towel in the sink. Pretty simple and much easier than last time but I was still a little shaken up. Luckily this time no fire alarm went off.
TL;DR I hate electric stoves!

Finally adoption. My parents of course brought my baby with them. A *sniff* six year old Maltese who is the love of my life. He's my boyfriend, therapist, best friend everything rolled into one ball of fluff. When I went off to college, my parents were put in charge of my little runt. They of course, fell in love with him as anyone who is mentally stable can do with a pet. When I moved back home, I noticed there was no way I could take Pup with me. He has attention 24/7, he has people around him 24/7 he has a yard that is too big for his small feet, there's no way I can take him away from his comfort zone. Sure he can get use to a new environment, but with how old he is and how he's never had to readjust his life, I see no point in moving him from where he is now.

That's why I went online and did what I do every so often. I looked up pets up for adoption at shelters. Some cuties this city has to offer, but as I was looking, and looked in the pet store with my dad for fish stuff, I noticed one thing, pets are expensive! I wanted an oscar fish, about $12, but then I need a tank, food, and clean it ever so often. Didn't sound like my cup of tea. I love turtles, I flip them over and put them in the grass if I see them in the middle of the street, they were about $20 alone!

A dog is well more expensive than those pets you just look at! There's toys, and grooming, and treats, and more than anything, time. My best friend leaves his poor pup locked up half the time with a bark collar on. When I get my full time next year I won't have the time to care for this animal properly, which tells me I don't need to adopt anytime soon. Not a dog, not a human, wonder if there's any boyfriends in need of adoption...

Bark Bark,

Megan

Hit me baby one more time!

So I went to the grocery as I do basically every other day now and I went down the oil aisle, there was a sale of red palm oil, never heard of it and I'm always up for a new oil in my body or on my hair. 

Here I am walking down aisle 7 and this guy who is about to leave says hi to me, in return I say it back to him. He asks me how I'm doing and I say fine, ask him the same. He says something but due to being from a loud talking family, I ask him what and move closer.

He said I was really pretty and wanted to say hi. Asked where I was from and I told him. He told me he was from Wisconsin and he likes to tell people he's out of state because he notices how men treat women out here. That's when I knew he was going to ask for my number.

I have something known in the sexist community as "bitch face". See diagram below for a funny explanation. At first I thought this guy was just saying hello to me because of my face. I have had countless people over the years tell me to "smile" or "it can't be that bad" or anything to try and make me smile for some creepy reason. I was dressed in an Ariel shirt, too big tennis shoes, and was wearing my glasses. Clearly I thought this guy was just being nice in order to put a smile on my face (and in all honesty he did. Guys rarely hit on me and the last time I was kissed was by this not so bright guy on January 1, 2016, before that was... 5? years ago?).

Back to the story. He asked me if I was out here for school (not so much a college town more than I live near the college), I told him gosh now I've graduated already. Then he asked what brought me to the city, I told him it was I needed a fresh start, asked him the same. Then he said I've noticed a lot of women out here are either married or have 2 or 3 boyfriends. That's when I lied and said "I only have one." But technically it isn't one. My quasi-best friend is male, but if we're playing off that then it's unfair to say I have just one boy friend. Anyways, I told him I only have one. Then he said as long as you're happy that's what matters, and thanked for saying hi. 

He was nice, and I am 100% honest, if he were younger I would have totally given him my number. He has blue-green eyes, tanned skin and was very handsome. He just looked like he was in his mid-40s and I'm in my 20s. Now writing this out I feel pretty bad, he was attractive, I could have at least had an older hotish male friend.

Aye Mr. Sexy Man,

Megan

No combustion, man.

Avatar joke, did you get it?

So yesterday, I ended up making both, then went to a friend's birthday get together. Excuse the fish, I took this picture this morning when it had sat in the fridge a day. I meant to take a pic last night, but Buddy came over and whenever he does that, nothing good is to come out of it. We had a Shenanigan Saturday.

Now all I need to do is burn a candle and I'll be (not as) scared again!

Yummy yummy in my tummy,

Megan

If anything happens...

So about a week ago (week ago- Bobby Shmurda) I cleaned my oven. Due to the fire that happened not too long after I moved in, I was terrified to do this. That, and the smell made my eyes water. Being the "responsible" "adult" that I am, I clearly did not leave this oven alone to clean it's self. But come on oven makers, this has been a function for YEARS, can we come up with a more pleasant smell? My parents don't even clean their oven with the setting because 1) of the smell 2) once an extremely small fire started while the function was on. It put itself out but that was terrifying.

Anyways, I turned the oven clean off about mid way because I could no longer take the smell. It gave me a headache and it made my eyes do that watering thing I hate, I think they're called tears and you cry when it happens, I don't know. So after a while, and after the oven COOLED down (everyone has been asking me this when I tell this story) I tried to open my oven and it would not budge. That damn latch said Ha! You're not going to make me do a pain tasking job, stop me then think you're going to open me. I put in a work order and when I was at work, the maintenance man came. He too could not get it to open.

That following Sunday was Mother's Day and my cousin was graduating (PhD in the house!) later in the week Friday, so I packed my car and headed home... or the place I grew up. There was an order with a GE specialist a day I was gone. They replaced the latch and now my oven worked! In fact, it took them a WEEK to replace the latch (reason #293 I'm not renewing my lease the fridge sounding like it was going to give out was #184). I was just happy I was not here that week because what would I have eaten? Sure I have a Crockpot I love and could have made microwave meals or something on the stovetop, even eaten out but still. Plus, that's not what this blog is about.

When I get home about a week and a day later, I come home to an underlining fresh smell and an overpowering smell of the oven. Now am I dizzy or do I get a headache? No, but it still smells like fumes. The main reason I cleaned my oven the day before I left was so that the smell could air out. I open my door and window so that it could all air out. Two days later, still smell it, three days later, still smell it. When I came in yesterday I got a small hint of it. I don't know if it's finally starting to fade away or, if like my smelly roommate in college, I'm just getting use to the smell.

Going back to the original reason of this post, I am about to use the oven. I haven't decided if I'm going to make melt away cookies, or bake some fish. Since I've been smelling the smell, I've been scared to even use the stovetop in fear if there are actual fumes, then something can combust. When that fire started and I had no clue what to do I thought, great, I'm that person who accidentally sets the apartment building on fire by doing something stupid (smoking and going to sleep, not watching a candle, grilling cheese). I haven't even lit a beloved candle since I got back in fear of the same reason. I did burn oil with my electric oil burner, but the smell of the oven over powered it.

Gosh how I hope this isn't foreshadowing,

Megan

May 2

Apparently May 2 has been a good day for me. Today was a good day😏, and when I went to Facebook to look at "On this Day" apparently it had been good around 2 other times. So now, I love May 2.

In 2010:
I found Mansions on the Moon (She Makes Me Feel), and instead of writing a research paper about King Lear, I decided to listen to that song 100+ times over and over again never getting tired. To this day that song brings a smile to my face remembering how I felt when I first heard it and how I did not write my paper.

I also really liked some Simpsons episode. I looked it up and the title is The Surveil with Love. It's the day the did Tic Toc by Ke$ha instead of their normal intro and apparently (according to my Facebook post) Maggie spoke. Which is not the first time in the series.

Year 2009:
The Sims 3 was coming out in 1 month exactly. While Sims 3 was not my favorite (Sims 2 was and so far will forever be) the excitement leading up to that will never be forgotten. I got addicted to The Sims franchise through my brother when I was around 11 with The Sims 1 known back then as simply The Sims. That game can still get me going, I love it, and while I think they can approve The Sims 4 greatly and tired of waiting for good expansion packs, by Sims 23 I'll still play and love no matter if I have time or not.

Then there are the okay time.

Such as 2013:
It was the day if my organization's banquet. We had "theme" nights. I always dressed up, in fact, I would purposely work those nights just to dress up. I did it enough to win the award I was hoping for (Most Likely to Dress Up on Theme Night) put that on a resumé! And I did.

Now 2016:
Although I had a flat, and I paid $100 to get a lifetime warranty on my tires, I paid nothing for my flat to be fixed and I got SO MUCH done! Things I have been putting off and stalling was finally completed. Yeah, I did that shit. 😎

Not to be hopeful (did I mention I was pessimistic?) but I am hoping that 2017 will be even more fantastic than the past years. Maybe I'll get married (I have 365 days to fall in love with somebody), or that'll be the day I meet my husband. Maybe I'll get a job, or enroll in a Master's program and graduate. Maybe I'll adopt a dog, or finally buy a house so me and the dog will have a forever home. Either way, I'm expecting something pretty epic. Why? I fucking own May 2 and no one can tell me otherwise.

✌🏿,

Meggo