How young is too young, DWTS cast, and Justin Bieber's hair.

Just some random bits this morning.

How young is too young?

A thirteen year old motorcyclist died when he fell off his bike and was run over by a trailing motorcycle.  Though he was already a highly accomplished racer, he was also only 4' 11" and 81 pounds.  I mean, is this really old enough and big enough to be competing professionally?  I mean, these kids aren't even old enough to have a driver's license, yet they're allowing them to compete on bikes that can go up to 120 miles an hour?  It seems senseless to me.

DWTS cast

I don't even watch this show, but was intrigued by the new cast. Mike "The Situation" Sorrentino is an obvious good choice.  He's hot, his show is hot, people will watch DWTS because he's on it.  Bristol Palin. Nope, don't care.  The Hoff.  Everyone loves the Hoff. Brandy.  Who?  I'm sorry, but wasn't she like so 1992 or something?  Plus, didn't she accidentally kill someone? Bad choice.  Kurt Warner.  You have to have a good looking sports star, and Kurt is a good pick.  Jennifer Grey.  This seems like an unfair choice.  We watched her in Dirty Dancing, dancing.  So if she can already dance, doesn't that give her an unfair advantage? No one should put Baby on DWTS.  Michael Bolton, Margaret Cho, Audrina Patridge are all lumped together in the I-don't-care-they-don't-interest-me category. The choice of Kyle Massey interests me only because I actually had to look him up to find out who he was.  Fans of That's So Raven will be overjoyed at this pick. Rick Fox, see Kurt Warner above.  Florence Henderson, now there's an interesting and fun choice. The octogenarian in the group, hopefully she'll make it through the entire season alive.

 

Justin Bieber's hair

I just have to say WTF?  It's a horrible style.  It's like someone just placed a hair bowl on his head.  Can we have just a few hairs out of place, please?  Fire the stylist and take a cue from Zac Efron.

The "D" word

Okay, I'll try to get back to the blog yet again.

So life has hit hard lately, as you probably grasped from my Facebook, blog, and whatnot.  My marriage is joining the statistical majority by being a victim of the Big D.  Divorce.  The reasons behind it are unimportant, what's important is that my husband and I are getting along famously, my children seem to be adjusting, and life just may be getting back to normal now.

This means of course that I've joined the ranks of the working class also.  I started a new job last week, with a school district after school care program as an assistant teacher.  It's perfect for me really.  I was looking for part time days, no nights, no weekends or holidays, without much responsibility (management wise that is).  And I get summers off to boot.

Now my job is getting to it's normal hours, the kids will be back in school come Thursday, I'm close to being fully settled in my new digs, so I think I can get back to exercise, writing, and life in general.

Getting back to normal is starting edits of Never Eighteen, which I just got from my editor who I adore (and it's awesome, the edits are her handwritten notes in the margin of my original manuscript), and a cocktail party for all the women in my life.  We'll see what life throws at me after that.

Thanks for reading.  Catch you on the flip side.

Ciao,

Megan

To Anonymous...

Please stop posting your SPAM in my comments.  The people who read my blog don't care what you're selling.  You're an annoying nuisance that probably needs to go out and find a real job.  And I mean that in the nicest way possible.

Yours truly.

Megan

And for my REAL readers, my friend and fellow writer Cat and her family are in a video karaoke contest.  Please vote.  It's the Singing Roberts-Hit the Ground and Run.  Click here to vote.

It's very funny.

Thank you.

Ciao.

Things Megan has done the last month...

Moved

furnished a house using garage sales, craigslist, and the side of the road

Worked at a wine shop twice with a third time coming Thursday.

Looked for and found a job

spraypainted three tables, a dresser, a nightstand, and four chair

Erected a shelving unit and mounted it to the wall (for me, this is big)

Organized and placed orders for a soccer team as well as signing them up to a tournament.

Ordered cable, wireless, electricity, and pizza.

Figured out how to connect to her own wireless services since Net Venture guy had better things to do than wait for the cable to finish getting hooked up.

Received edits from publisher.

Wrote an article for the examiner,  two blogs, three pages of current work in progress, and one poem.

Gone to portland and the ocean.

Took the girls shopping.

Scheduled two doctor appointments, had a minor surgical procedure and a TB test.

Results: exhaustion.

What have you been doing lately?

Ciao,

Megan

Like a beating drum in my ears...

That line is from one of my poems, but it seemed apropos after I posted as my Facebook status update that I feel like an Eminem song.  Not so much in content, but in style.

Life seems a bit loud lately.  Kind of chaotic, irrational at times.  Sometimes it leaves me thinking what the hell just happened? It's moving so fast I can't keep up.  I'm angry, I'm scared, I'm confused, I'm frustrated, I rage at times.  And I don't know the words to my own life.  The music starts, and I begin singing, and I think I know the words, but then I find myself mouthing them or making shit up as I go along.

I'm hoping that my life as an Eminem song will eventually calm down and morph into...I don't know...maybe something a little more mellow like Beck or Train even. 

Ciao,

Megan

Waiting for the cable guy...

Since I have some time to kill while waiting for the cable and wireless network guy, and since life is calming down a bit, I thought I would try to get back to the blog.

Much has happened the last few weeks.  I find myself embarking on new challenges that include moving, finding, a job, and working on revisions for my editor.  Life changing challenges.  And though at times things have been hectic, chaotic even, in the end, everything always seems to work itself out.  They work out not because I'm some super woman or brilliant beyond words.  They work out because of my supporting cast, the people around me who lift me up when I've hit the floor.

Sometimes we may take these people for granted, our parents, our brothers and sisters, our friends.  The cable guy.  Ok, maybe not the cable guy, but those other people for sure.  Always remember the people who pick you up.  Return the favor when they need it.  Be the person to them that they've always been to you.

That is all.  It feels good to be back.

Ciao,

Megan