tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82241215679928953702024-03-05T14:30:12.539-08:00Bust a BlogMegan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-34166744785930076892010-05-28T08:26:00.001-07:002010-05-28T08:52:44.012-07:00Madhuri ZindabadI missed La Dixit's birthday by a few days, but I still thought it'd be nice to post a few of my favorite dances of hers. <br /><br />"Dola Re Dola" (Featuring Aishwarya Rai Bachchan...and some creepy dude that has a major staring problem.)<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zIFKyM8Pjg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zIFKyM8Pjg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />"Aaja Nachle" (This woman just seems to get better with age.)<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPari1oYYqA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPari1oYYqA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />"Humko Aaj Kal Hai Intezaar" (I love how no matter what culture one is brought up in, the 80's is always recognizable by fashion disaster.)<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg4EP7UhsLo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg4EP7UhsLo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Kaahe Ched Mohe (featuring the same creepy staring guy in "Dola" and a couple of other creepers a la Jackie Schroff and of course, SRK)<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEg7bvAk8s8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEg7bvAk8s8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />And the list wouldn't be complete without the ever-controversial "Choli Ke Peeche"<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_X4_YZJWWO4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_X4_YZJWWO4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-23058776503833491242010-03-24T08:39:00.000-07:002010-03-24T08:46:43.417-07:00Kajra Re, Tera Kare Kare NainaI'm not sure how I can feel nostalgic about something that I didn't grow up with, but this song does it for me. It makes this gori bahut khushi. :)<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/js58W5Z5Tko&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/js58W5Z5Tko&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-73301759116450218992010-03-18T16:23:00.000-07:002010-03-18T16:28:57.410-07:00DepartureYou have no right to be there. You hold no authority over them. Why can’t you see that you’re not welcome? There is power so far beyond your capabilities that even attempting to overshadow it will render you lifeless. Your schemes and falsehoods will only leave you tired and withered as they will not be successful in the end. Departing is advised. Never to return.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-10668641197719385952009-10-14T15:25:00.000-07:002009-10-14T15:44:19.282-07:00Six Letter UpdateThere has been a lot of change occurring in my life as of late. Usually, merely thinking of those six letters put together is enough to keep me up at night and even make me throw up a little. But I have found myself persisting, and yes, even thriving on my own. As in all things, I must give God the glory. But I'd also like to think that my being surrounded by wonderful people, eating fabulous food and listening to brilliant music has had a lot to do with my successful <em>thrivingness</em> (I'm not in the mood-for once-to use a thesaurus).<br /><br />I realize that I'm being quite vague, and I'm OK with that for now. So vague I will stay. Plus I realize that things are still settling, thus the change-cycle continueth. But I suppose that if you're just dying to know what shampoo I have switched to or what brand of socks I am now wearing, feel free to inquire within. And also feel free to send prayers my way. That is a constant that I will daily-and nightly-welcome.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYCBHtvo6QrUKg6gjL6EM2VxI2f6kTtDUy6C7AUZtvuEc2fvXkVQzty2AB8rxUukLUuDnonJMuatHivuG1_FRX2SGZVoFBzt4XHcrNOjuBUs9BDsjyGSxqi-Hi7saHChk_2dKIo8hsUd4/s1600-h/beach.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYCBHtvo6QrUKg6gjL6EM2VxI2f6kTtDUy6C7AUZtvuEc2fvXkVQzty2AB8rxUukLUuDnonJMuatHivuG1_FRX2SGZVoFBzt4XHcrNOjuBUs9BDsjyGSxqi-Hi7saHChk_2dKIo8hsUd4/s320/beach.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392589737709476338" /></a>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-54360722620535554562009-09-30T10:55:00.000-07:002009-12-09T15:03:37.174-08:00Turn It Off<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vssbWP19VbI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vssbWP19VbI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I scraped my knees when I was praying <br />And found a demon in my safest haven<br />Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything <br />And just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts <br /><br />I wanna know what it'd be like <br />To find perfection in my pride <br />To see nothing in the light<br /><br />But turn it off <br />In all my spite <br />In all my spite <br />I'll turn it off <br /><br />And the worst part is <br />Before it gets any better <br />We're heading for a cliff <br />And in the free fall I will realize <br />I'm better off when I hit the bottom <br /><br />The tragedy it seems unending <br />I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending <br />We're taking short cuts and false solutions <br />Just to come out the hero <br /><br />Well I can see behind the curtain <br />The world's cranking, turning, so wrong the way we're working <br />Towards a goal, that's nonexistent <br />It's nonexistent, but we just keep believing <br /><br />And the worst part is <br />Before it gets any better <br />We're heading for a cliff <br />And in the free fall I will realize <br />I'm better off when I hit the bottom <br /><br />I wanna know what it'll be like <br />To find perfection in my pride <br />To see nothing in the light <br />But turn it off <br />In all my spite <br />In all my spite <br /><br />I'll turn it off<br />Just turn it off<br /><br />AgainMegan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-32685340040963915002009-07-27T09:16:00.000-07:002009-07-27T09:23:27.113-07:00CanvasIs it <a href="http://www.imogenheap.com/">August 25</a> yet?<br /><br /><object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXj0dF7LAyE&hl=en&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXj0dF7LAyE&hl=en&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-26433417806412974632009-07-10T11:43:00.000-07:002009-07-10T11:59:40.505-07:00Pigeons Beware: Ye Be WarnedI have now added pigeons to the "animals that I detest" list, which quite saddens me, as I have had an odd fondness of the looked-down-upon "flying rats." But that fondness has now been shattered as one just defecated on me whilst I was parking my scooter at work. <br /><br />Initially I failed to comprehend what just happened; I heard a splat, felt a warm wetness on random parts of my arms, legs and hands, and started to smell quite possibly one of the worst smelling odors. But as I looked around it was made clear as mud what had taken place. There he was - directly above me, hanging out on a pipe. It's as if he was just waiting for me to pull in. And I swear he had a smirk on his smug, little, beaked face as I cursed him to be the next meal served at the UGM.<br /><br />Nevertheless, I have had a pleasant morning so far, and I am determined not to let a little poo put a damper on things.<br />If you'll excuse me, I have the sudden urge to wash my arm for the 92nd time.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-5481075253119629202009-07-08T10:30:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:35:23.479-07:00Maxinji VarAgain, someone posted this on a forum that I'm frequently on. I have no idear what the song is about (as it is in Georgian), but the music and video are absolutely gorgeous. If anyone can tralsate, feel free to do so.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtaF58KPaSg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtaF58KPaSg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-34860895035058265902009-06-25T21:21:00.000-07:002009-06-25T21:33:11.345-07:00We Are Not Long HereI've been on a Brooke Fraser kick for a while now, and it all became complete tonight as I met the nicest fella who happens to be visiting from New Zealand. So I figured I'd give a little shout out to the Kiwis with one of the most brilliant songs that I've ever had the pleasure of hearing.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHpuTGGRCbY&hl=en&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHpuTGGRCbY&hl=en&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,<br />I can only conclude that I was not made for here<br />If the felsh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,<br />then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared<br /><br />Speak to me in the light of the dawn<br />Mercy comes with the morning<br />I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me<br /><br />Am I lost or just found, on the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way<br />is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive<br />'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb<br />An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become<br /><br />For we, we are not long here<br />Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it<br />And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know You<br />Hope is coming for me<br />Hope, He's coming<br /><br /><br />Other faves of mine from Miss Fraser (Ligertwood) include<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGx-xU6TnU8&feature=related"> Albertine</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4KiGN1j1No">Shadowfeet</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHgJl9PK5xo">Deciphering Me</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVOrJbd44Dc&feature=related">Faithful</a>.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-81864728410782504472009-06-23T10:47:00.000-07:002009-06-23T11:34:11.098-07:00Broken ball joint + torn axle = $$$Have you ever had one of those days when you're driving and your wheel just pops off your car? I'm not speaking metaphorically here folks. This literally happened to me yesterday. Luckily I was just attempting to pull out of the grocery store parking lot and barely inched towards oncoming traffic as my car did this wibbly-wobbly-wonky motion and then proceded to sink towards the ground with a nice <em>thunk</em> noise. For a second I thought it was transforming into a robot, but then I crazily realized that, "My wheel just popped off...$%#@!?" <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodvJmdar1hRFFoQJcLO38SqC7s4VrYu5fNhSkqGxgyaoY8vs1PNmjNE4Z_P_ewqOhbMNg5cebMyF81QPw1WoVJ8Zbrby-lW8DaIOF8nV80GdsVUU2a8YMdIgIsCucX4Mjv8gUoG8Doz7G/s1600-h/0622091650.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodvJmdar1hRFFoQJcLO38SqC7s4VrYu5fNhSkqGxgyaoY8vs1PNmjNE4Z_P_ewqOhbMNg5cebMyF81QPw1WoVJ8Zbrby-lW8DaIOF8nV80GdsVUU2a8YMdIgIsCucX4Mjv8gUoG8Doz7G/s320/0622091650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581467948064978" /></a><br />It doesn't look that impressive from this angle, but the wheel is literally holding the car up. If it had budged anymore, my car would have been kissing the asphalt.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzbvvbwFMJchfPname-yyeq6_l66pxFglp0cPjMzmbJHDt864Gimp2TzsxRgPtu1Bqq6Xi6wd3ReYT8UCoQFDzGv09tGM7woHGS3n9IzAH7bZffCtGeRkRk7rMFXN9td3kfn70xJAfNNI/s1600-h/Broken+ball+joint%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzbvvbwFMJchfPname-yyeq6_l66pxFglp0cPjMzmbJHDt864Gimp2TzsxRgPtu1Bqq6Xi6wd3ReYT8UCoQFDzGv09tGM7woHGS3n9IzAH7bZffCtGeRkRk7rMFXN9td3kfn70xJAfNNI/s320/Broken+ball+joint%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581683080208386" /></a><br />This little bugger is the culprit. I hear these things rarely break. Don't I feel special.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzjSOpXIuBF6MJU4HVlE5TmjNPfs627d3Ub9-g29RTEhYaXQxZ0JSWm6aXcOOP6N8EeSIiH3xoxQ4p0QcNkrbJc4Q7foHxm7jVRpvGAb8Q26eHQJj83-MDfb0wcSXx1HnUwkzV9HdEx-d/s1600-h/0622091704.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzjSOpXIuBF6MJU4HVlE5TmjNPfs627d3Ub9-g29RTEhYaXQxZ0JSWm6aXcOOP6N8EeSIiH3xoxQ4p0QcNkrbJc4Q7foHxm7jVRpvGAb8Q26eHQJj83-MDfb0wcSXx1HnUwkzV9HdEx-d/s320/0622091704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350581310660500642" /></a><br />The <s>craziest</s> nicest man in a tow truck just <em>happened</em> to be leaving Safeway as all of this happened. He gladly agreed to give me a tow (after finding out that he took my insurance) and instructed me to use the levers that pulled the car up while he guided the car with a jack. "Just push that one." Um, OK. He was a great guy, though. A big, fat shout-out to Art's Affordable Towing.<br /><br />So I am out yet another good couple hundred dizzles. I really am trying not to focus on the monetary aspect of it, and concentrate on the fact that I wasn't on the freeway or in the middle of downtown when all of this went down. *staypositive* I am, however, slightly bummed that the passenger side fender wasn't ruined. I was kinda looking forward to getting another black one to match the other side, thus completely the ghettofabulousness of my ride. Guess there's always tomorrow. *fingerscrossed*Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-76782502607052363602009-06-16T08:13:00.000-07:002009-06-16T08:25:19.505-07:00Stop: Hammer Time!Someone posted this on a forum that I frequent:<br /><br />"Finally, a productive purposeful and uplifting use of a flashmob."<br /> <br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfxCnZ4Dp3c&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfxCnZ4Dp3c&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />Indeed.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-71028952441581681082009-06-14T21:53:00.001-07:002009-06-14T22:10:46.842-07:00Saturday SurpriseThis weekend officially started the wedding attending season for me. My bro-in-law and I played and sang a song at the wedding of an awesome couple that goes to our church. Everything went really well, which was a nice surprise as we were asked only a week ago to perform a song that we had never heard (which was excessively twangy, by the way, and I almost didn't agree to do it because of it...kidding...kind of).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9wmvjSn2CE7cysvGDmSJMQHN7wDluEH9UlANgKzspl8QZ8ju_OWfbPqrH-4adru7GL-NVGsgRSL47O57cPoj-dMoFsO_21rb_JCfiB6a0eF2hTQP5sEb0kcgrzrwflHVlZoJjZcAV3pZ/s1600-h/Weird+face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9wmvjSn2CE7cysvGDmSJMQHN7wDluEH9UlANgKzspl8QZ8ju_OWfbPqrH-4adru7GL-NVGsgRSL47O57cPoj-dMoFsO_21rb_JCfiB6a0eF2hTQP5sEb0kcgrzrwflHVlZoJjZcAV3pZ/s320/Weird+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413412851049938" /></a><br />Aaron was kind enough to take a picture of me making this weird face, and as a result of me taking his tie, he looked like this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbiHiqWrfcg13Zu-dj5s12mXuKfpW8E1OEnYnUn32-MY0n1EpxF-DvyD5iNzTA4qE0P8uCYT0SspiqeFOuXT7Ky2YjEEE0O_z1TkPWxs2rB-26UY84XFw3crVlEfEfmPWQtURfJFvV1hU/s1600-h/Aaron+suave.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbiHiqWrfcg13Zu-dj5s12mXuKfpW8E1OEnYnUn32-MY0n1EpxF-DvyD5iNzTA4qE0P8uCYT0SspiqeFOuXT7Ky2YjEEE0O_z1TkPWxs2rB-26UY84XFw3crVlEfEfmPWQtURfJFvV1hU/s320/Aaron+suave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413537566510754" /></a><br />We joked that he looked like a reject model for a B-grade romance novel cover. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxGjpp3ULSy6duvYW99IhuznRcLsDwWnsbJrtNbcMwFAnSt8pd8ahU-7KuA6CBVqHyuEOA95A00KBEvYA0aH3VN1tJcBKMMd3W6y8xtANwquanD5H-eDSpADobKxE1pcv8Xv0IpVBM3yx/s1600-h/Sean+y+Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxGjpp3ULSy6duvYW99IhuznRcLsDwWnsbJrtNbcMwFAnSt8pd8ahU-7KuA6CBVqHyuEOA95A00KBEvYA0aH3VN1tJcBKMMd3W6y8xtANwquanD5H-eDSpADobKxE1pcv8Xv0IpVBM3yx/s320/Sean+y+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413640451587298" /></a><br />Gotta give props to Sean and his tartan tie (even though it doesn't belong to the Lumsden clan).<br /><br />As all of this was going on, my father decided to drive up to Spokane on his bike to surprise me (and apparently my mother as well, because she had no idea that he was even out of the house in Moses Lake: gotta love communication!). We ended up going Indian buffet for lunch and then to the driving range with Aaron until I literally had blisters on my fingers. It seems that I have great aiming abilities with my swing, as I managed to hit the trees on the left of the range 90% of the time. If only they'd put the holes in the trees. Afterwards we took a much needed nap and then decided to get up and drove around for a few hours. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix69uxbuFmyEAsTn5cAyLaayoYO6_ERBl81pj_X-yb1LygeHFfv1CUaFXto9SteH9HTZeVoJNSvcXhs_MlCOfe_uN-YOgW9_gtxmZrePFslFNTbEPQpwNJOonoPknspOrLNAI3K9-bLPSN/s1600-h/Pops.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix69uxbuFmyEAsTn5cAyLaayoYO6_ERBl81pj_X-yb1LygeHFfv1CUaFXto9SteH9HTZeVoJNSvcXhs_MlCOfe_uN-YOgW9_gtxmZrePFslFNTbEPQpwNJOonoPknspOrLNAI3K9-bLPSN/s320/Pops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347415206986850482" /></a><br />My father the badarse.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-21284894711823298482009-06-13T09:42:00.000-07:002009-06-13T10:07:36.301-07:00Work-Out EtiquetteAm I ever kicking myself for forgetting my earphones this morning when I went to the gym. I managed to take my iPod, but I must have brilliantly set my earphones down right before I walked out the door. <br /><br />So instead of kicking myself mercilessly, I decided to put a positive spin on the situation, thinking that I could use the opportunity to do a little God-talkin and deep-thinkin whilst working out. Nothin happenin. I was constantly distracted by a plethora of unpleasant noises coming all from men who were "working out" (a.k.a. lifting weights that were too heavy for them).<br /><br />The first guy, who was an ox of man, proceeded to produce X-rated grunts and groans while solely focusing on buffing up his arms which looked a lot like cured hams with unattractive tattoos. The second man who was behind me on the spinners (and was working out in jean shorts...God bless the Y) belched almost every ten minutes on the dot. And last but not least, the third man spent the whole time heaving and hawking up phlegm and Lord knows what kinds of other mucousy substances. And lucky me, I was the only one there who was disgusted by such happenings, because everyone else had flippin earphones in!<br /><br />I did, however, manage to get a decent work-out in, which was definitely needed after yesterday's all you can eat wings at Cyrus O'Leary's. I might head back to the gym tonight to do some more cardio. My earphones will never leave my side again. Never.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-91242679872319256182009-06-05T08:56:00.000-07:002009-06-05T09:03:09.703-07:00National Doughnut DayThere was a miscommunication at work (shocker, I know) and four dozen doughnuts were brought in. If you don't hear from me within 24 hours, it is because I have slipped into a sugar induced coma.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLH4jd7bKuvadLp7ii_1gEL-doiteFQ4gYQVAMfQAyg03Qp3uNIb6PSV80wZs7-nTW0XGG8OV4pKbg_4SfotNWGEEg8WCgnweX5XqTfBPlTjT5yqZz1E6fazG38qcPcdoM9fHaM59EfZUG/s1600-h/homer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLH4jd7bKuvadLp7ii_1gEL-doiteFQ4gYQVAMfQAyg03Qp3uNIb6PSV80wZs7-nTW0XGG8OV4pKbg_4SfotNWGEEg8WCgnweX5XqTfBPlTjT5yqZz1E6fazG38qcPcdoM9fHaM59EfZUG/s400/homer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343873344322764434" /></a><br /><br />Best.Day.Ever.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-5360421043400149832009-06-02T08:43:00.001-07:002009-06-02T08:48:01.146-07:00No Raises This YearI guess it's to be expected. And it's not like it has ever been an astronomical amount, either. But every little thing helps these days. Looks like I really might be searching for a part time job to round out my schedule. Bye bye cable and internet...and perhaps my gym membership (which I'd rather not be poor AND fat, so I'll hold on to that one as long as possible). <br /><br />Any (legal and moral) suggestions on how to make a few extra duckets would be greatly appreciated.<br /><br />Blerg.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-41918943244603370042009-05-25T04:39:00.000-07:002009-05-25T04:43:44.698-07:00Forever<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NFbebVFF4s&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NFbebVFF4s&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />Sometimes I feel so cold<br />Like I'm waiting around all by myself<br />Loneliness gets so old<br />I'm in the lost and found sitting on the shelf<br />Been stuck for way too long<br />But I hear Your voice<br />You're who I'm counting on<br /><br />Oh, tell me You're here<br />That You will watch over me forever<br />Oh, take hold of my heart<br />Show me You'll love me forever<br /><br />I know that You can tell<br />When I start to let my hope fade away<br />I need to catch myself<br />Open my ears to hear You calling my name<br />Been fighting way too long<br />But I hear Your voice<br />You had me all along<br /><br />When I'm starting to drown<br />You jump in to save me<br />When my world's upside down<br />Your hands, they shake me and wake meMegan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-61252821545677568712009-05-23T08:37:00.001-07:002009-05-23T08:43:26.843-07:00Poo Happens<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFZj73dx8OPB1J_DPnu8YZ9jZ_Ufj9gMarpTjlI3jlpZ_1jd2tKQP0Uq0IxMt-W9zWyomRuzEEqvvMAr_UpGy-9gs7t16gfRd-9aCgYNCylPNWmG4isnaO39zMxJuubExstWslv7Q2MvP/s1600-h/yelling+cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFZj73dx8OPB1J_DPnu8YZ9jZ_Ufj9gMarpTjlI3jlpZ_1jd2tKQP0Uq0IxMt-W9zWyomRuzEEqvvMAr_UpGy-9gs7t16gfRd-9aCgYNCylPNWmG4isnaO39zMxJuubExstWslv7Q2MvP/s400/yelling+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337984542536541138" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkGK7lwJxc0OGn-KB-tJblX5bNnS87B2ynUVse8cEOrgty7ctnf_1DqIUqih73RVW9Ba4Yfypjj359uFmD1UJHAqmTCCMp_W7cnDd4Y3z0OcPyroCGhaege2-lvYgvK5vjgnAP_THtaNw/s1600-h/hissing+cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkGK7lwJxc0OGn-KB-tJblX5bNnS87B2ynUVse8cEOrgty7ctnf_1DqIUqih73RVW9Ba4Yfypjj359uFmD1UJHAqmTCCMp_W7cnDd4Y3z0OcPyroCGhaege2-lvYgvK5vjgnAP_THtaNw/s400/hissing+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337984440925352386" /></a><br /><br />I caught another cat. Number 7.5 to be precise. I didn't get to take a picture of it but it looked like a cat and definitely smelled like one, too.<br />The beasts above were numbers three (a.k.a. "Tipsy," and yes, I am aware that it is tagged. Tipsy was unfortunately picked up by its owner and has been recently seen in my yard again. I have a feeling that it will soon become catch number eight) and four. I personally didn't haul away one and two (the good for nothing shelter actually came and picked them up...after much pleading, begging and cursing). And I'm not sure where my picture of five went. And six...well six got away because the shelter didn't pick it up like they said they would, so that's where the .5 comes into play.<br />Today's catch came complete with yelling and feces being thrown about. That's right, and in my car, too. I'm sure you can imagine how lovely the <s>smell</s> ride to the shelter was. It involved very loud music and both the cat and I screaming at each other. <br />Anyway, after the wonderful journey to the shelter I arrived at my office to find this on my desk:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNNZD7TIxYGIRjianYTt37pe3KiOnmO0bKGgxGZA1V-s_WjV1vxJEUPvEXRn2q2xfV7UzIFu3fr8e9E0Edc1JomzeMtGHmZXWjy05qp7SsX_aZQqxd6H5_FJzdwhSLYlNWmyZfDlYLRGX/s1600-h/poo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNNZD7TIxYGIRjianYTt37pe3KiOnmO0bKGgxGZA1V-s_WjV1vxJEUPvEXRn2q2xfV7UzIFu3fr8e9E0Edc1JomzeMtGHmZXWjy05qp7SsX_aZQqxd6H5_FJzdwhSLYlNWmyZfDlYLRGX/s400/poo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337986630872546466" /></a><br /><br />My sister seems to think that I've upset the universe and now the mice are coming after me. I would think that they would be eternally grateful since I am depleting the number of their enemies (at least in my neighborhood...for now. :))<br /><br />The poo has hit the fan. In more ways than one.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-10760427816295709592009-05-22T08:08:00.000-07:002009-05-23T08:46:20.289-07:00Gone to the Dogs<div><object width="512" height="322"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><param name="flashVars" value="id=v50828127&vid=2077230&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/50828127%3Bsize%3D385x231&embed=1" /><embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=v50828127&vid=2077230&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/50828127%3Bsize%3D385x231&embed=1" ></embed></object><br /><a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/2077230/v50828127">Gone To The Dogs</a> @ <a href="http://video.yahoo.com" >Yahoo! Video</a></div><br /><br />I don't have a lot to say about this song other than the fact that I can listen to this song over and over and it never fails to strike a nerve every time. If you don't have KT's Acoutis Extravaganza, I highly recommend that you drop everything and obtain it (legally of course) right away. Thanks me later.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-67708482856843595912009-05-03T16:12:00.000-07:002009-05-04T15:51:49.843-07:00Catch, Release and RunThis has been one heck of a weekend, and I'm glad that it is almost over. I just hope my poor knees will recover in time for me to actually walk by tomorrow.<br /><br />So let's see, where to start? Friday, I suppose. I had an absolute stinker of a day at work. Just flat out sucked. I know in the real world one can't expect to get on with everyone they work with, but there's a specific person that I work with who is regrettably making me not even want to be at my job. And I feel completely helpless about the whole situation, for reasons I can't really get into. Ugh. I'm quite flustered by the whole thing, but I guess I'm just going to leave it at that and pray that it works itself out once and for all.<br /><br />Anyway, moving on from work, also on Friday, I came home in a rush on my lunch break to grab a sandwich and head back to work as I was running late and had a meeting to get to, and lo and behold, I had caught myself yet another cat. (I've been meaning to do a post on my cat trappin adventures-packed with pictures-but haven't had enough energy to do so.) But the tally is officially six...well, it WAS at six on Friday. So yes, I was in a hurry and saw that I had caught another unwanted feral beast and I knew I didn't have time to take it into the local shelter. No problem; I'll give them a buzz and have them pick it up. I spoke to someone and they assured me that someone would be right over to pick up the friggin animal. Long story short, I arrived home later that night at 9:30 only to find that the cat had never been picked up and was still in the trap. Now I'm the first to admit that I really have little if any sympathy for cats these days, but I was pretty lit that the thing had been trapped all day and was still on my property. So I let the little bugger go...which added to my fury, because that means I have to catch it AGAIN. Frick on a stick. I'm still kind of wound up about the whole thing, obviously.<br /><br />But the fun doesn't stop there. Not only did I come home to find the cat still in the trap, but I also noticed a large, lifeless blob on the corner of my street. That blob turned out to be a drunk man. Fabulous. Long story short (again), I called 911 and had to stay on the line until someone arrived, while Kase carefully watched the blob to make sure he didn't choke on his own puke. Lovely, eh? And all of this happened whilst a friend was in town visiting for <a href="http://www.bloomsdayrun.org/">Bloomsday</a>. I won't be surprised if said friend never wants to visit again...or at least without bringing her own shotgun. I also have a pretty interesting story involving a midnight trip to the new WinCo Foods, but I'm going to save that one for another time. Or not.<br /><br />Bloomsday. This was only my third year doing Bloomsday in the four years that I've been in Spokane. Last year I didn't run because I needed to give my knees a break. But this year I was determined to suck it up and run the largest timed race in the world (mainly to get the t-shirt...which is butt-ugly B/T/W). The times aren't available yet, but I surprised myself and ended up running/jogging 90% of the 7.5mile run. (Mind you, I did hardly any "training" for the event. My main concern regarding the race was where we were going to eat when we finished.) The other 10% involved dragging my legs in an army crawl type maneuver. I'm trying to convince myself that it would be worth driving 20+ miles to the gym to soak in the hot tub for a while, but I honestly don't know if I will be able to lift myself off of the couch. Tomorrow morning is going to be very interesting. Praise the Lord for sick days.<br /><br />That about does it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPHBcR3gs19O_LhM5EGScBtZfDuPaDAZH8TsVgeQaPmlrLl8uWkWEDejQPkiCg6TJtSBi6ctsb8ow52b2DQbrrLBFN5wsmQ9iC5ew-fSb6w_sqg4vMvjdvcoQwjP-dMRLZ_LkCVLcbl9x/s1600-h/Bloomies+start.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPHBcR3gs19O_LhM5EGScBtZfDuPaDAZH8TsVgeQaPmlrLl8uWkWEDejQPkiCg6TJtSBi6ctsb8ow52b2DQbrrLBFN5wsmQ9iC5ew-fSb6w_sqg4vMvjdvcoQwjP-dMRLZ_LkCVLcbl9x/s400/Bloomies+start.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786742677679106" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-8pjKtkxuTc6iylnoto2zLp3467Z9BF-2Wznst-D-W2b0JOsX0Wxca9lzasDDMRQdKBEPFseHBwyJIqd0kW5hyphenhyphenCLG4lRO6apcUOinakQRHzQxqcLm-r2rCMsTwdqklZv2j6bl3nkj9FR/s1600-h/blooms.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-8pjKtkxuTc6iylnoto2zLp3467Z9BF-2Wznst-D-W2b0JOsX0Wxca9lzasDDMRQdKBEPFseHBwyJIqd0kW5hyphenhyphenCLG4lRO6apcUOinakQRHzQxqcLm-r2rCMsTwdqklZv2j6bl3nkj9FR/s400/blooms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332105246754491138" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfcKIhK2x0H6rVdR3O4GTHjHsW1RXAwoH11kMA7K9u-SYuDaHWcehpDgZNR09tT1FlSApCGIZjGZo7J3AmXfrBF_7mt4z0NzmHxt75NT1xp2xVXtZ1ZcEOkkKhA5djJeN1I4im2VgSGPj/s1600-h/Bloomies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfcKIhK2x0H6rVdR3O4GTHjHsW1RXAwoH11kMA7K9u-SYuDaHWcehpDgZNR09tT1FlSApCGIZjGZo7J3AmXfrBF_7mt4z0NzmHxt75NT1xp2xVXtZ1ZcEOkkKhA5djJeN1I4im2VgSGPj/s320/Bloomies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331786248532144306" /></a>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-16425124588159023112009-04-24T08:57:00.000-07:002009-04-30T16:14:04.194-07:00Book TagI've been tagged by mera dost <a href="http://lotusnova.blogspot.com/">Amit</a>.<br /><br />1) What author do you own the most books by?<br />It's probably a tie amongst C.S. Lewis, Ayn Rand, J.K. Rowling or Chaim Potok. I'll have to do an inventory when I get home.<br /><br />2) What book do you own the most copies of?<br />Does the Bible count? I have about five different translations.<br /><br />3) Did it bother you that both those questions ended with prepositions?<br />Prepositions always get in the way of goodly English...of.<br /><br />4) What fictional character are you secretly in love with?<br />Fred and George Weasley. And not just because they're twins.<br /><br />5) What book have you read the most times in your life? <br />Goblet of Fire.<br /><br />6) What was your favorite book when you were ten years old?<br />The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.<br /><br />7) What is the worst book you’ve read in the past year?<br />The Inheritance of Loss. It just ended. Like that.<br /><br />8) What is the best book you’ve read in the past year?<br />My Name is Asher Lev.<br /><br />9) If you could force everyone you know to read one book, what would it be?<br />I don’t want to be held liable for such a demand. But I highly recommend The Remains of the Day, Kite Runner and Anthem.<br /><br />10) Who deserves to win the next Nobel Prize for Literature?<br />J.K. Rowling. Not the best writer, but the woman invented her own sport and it actually makes sense!<br /><br />11) What book would you most like to see made into a movie?<br />Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard.<br /><br />12) What book would you least like to see made into a movie?<br />Any book that they’d cast Lindsay Lohan or Tori Spelling as the lead role.<br /><br />13) Describe your weirdest dream involving a writer, book, or literary character.<br />There are too many dreams to recall where I was enrolled at Hogwarts or used magical spells or was best friends with Hermione Granger. But who said they were weird?<br /><br />14) What is the most lowbrow book you’ve read as an adult?<br />Rachel’s Holiday by Marion Keyes. Twas a cute story, but there were some definite bits that had me blushing and caused me to throw the book away.<br /><br />15) What is the most difficult book you’ve ever read?<br />Atlas Shrugged. Snooze.<br /><br />16) What is the most obscure Shakespeare play you’ve seen?<br /><em>Well, I remember Mel Gibson accurately, and he didn't say that. That Polonius guy did.</em><br /><br />17) Do you prefer the French or the Russians?<br />Hindustani zindabad. ;)<br /><br />18) Roth or Updike?<br />Neither.<br /><br />19) David Sedaris or Dave Eggers?<br />I’ve only read one of Sedaris’s books never never Eggers. Sedaris is a pleasantly funny and descriptive story teller.<br /><br />20) Shakespeare, Milton, or Chaucer?<br />Kuch nahin.<br /><br />21) Austen or Eliot?<br />Only read some of Austen’s works.<br /><br />22) What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?<br />Apparently not having read Eggers, Roth, Updike, Milton or Chaucer. Not embarrassed, though.<br /><br />23) What is your favorite novel?<br />What genre? <br /><br />24) Play?<br />Yes, I like to play.<br /><br />25) Poem? <br />Not really a fan of poetry...unless it's singable.<br /><br />26) Essay?<br />Can’tsay.<br /><br />27) Short story?<br />Something by Jhumpa Lahiri or Salinger, as twisted as they are.<br /><br />28) Work of nonfiction?<br />Reading Lolita in Tehran. <br /><br />29) Who is your favorite writer?<br />Potok. So far.<br /><br />30) Who is the most overrated writer alive today?<br />Stephanie Brown.<br /><br />31) What is your desert island book?<br />Any book that can be turned into a canoe so I can get off of the island.<br /><br />32) And… what are you reading right now?<br />The God of Small Things and The Gift of Asher Lev.<br /><br />Tag (insert name here). Or anyone who knows how to read.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-50103872522162624222009-04-23T15:01:00.000-07:002009-04-23T15:32:16.185-07:00REDrumIs rum good for one's hair? Apparently someone thought it might be as they decided to empty the contents of their alcoholic beverage from the balcony on my head last night at the <a href="http://www.redmusiconline.com/">RED</a> concert at the <a href="http://www.knittingfactory.com/index_switch.php?dest=/index.php">Knitting Factory</a>. I'm actually surprised that I wasn't more ticked than I was after it happened. It probably helped that I rung out/sucked on my scarf for the rest of the night. *wink wink*<br /><br />Ruminess aside, the concert rocked my face off...well RED did anyway. The two opening bands were lamer than lame (Inept-seriously, what kind of name is that-and Halestorm-the lamest of all) and we didn't stay for the "main act" (Trapt). RED was where it was at. Their vocals and musicianship were off the hook. But I really must be getting old, because I still feel like someone set off a couple dozen rounds of M80's inside my head, whereas my 17-year-old friend who also went feels <em>fine</em> and <em>perky</em>. <br /><br />The girl that looks like me and I left after RED finished, but we couldn't decide if we wanted to hang around the merch area to meet them. We debated for a few minutes, but there was a humongous line and I really could care less about getting an autograph. So we were walking out of the premises right when a side door opened and RED popped out right in front of us. I instinctively walked right up like I knew them and briefly chatted it up with the guys. So cool. We even stumped Michael (the leader singer) who ever-so-brilliantly asked if we were twins (I'll definitely let that one slide). We wrapped it up with a God Bless and they were on their merry way to sign tickets stubs and sweaty t-shirts in the merch area. <br /><br />Lame opening bands and alcoholic conditioning aside, it was well worth the $18. <br /><br />These are cell phone pictures, so obviously not the best quality.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkD1wplgsXzjKWxa47ORT2GhS0ScZw2d2b2AbVVB6Ee21dH_nW1saqrikeb7KFzDBkg9hyphenhyphencndKEmTsGesP8gsPA7UEmEEGM8w7pjkhkEnKFtRVH8qKzbvseqEOgYQJTtickhmIEll-jXW/s1600-h/red+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkD1wplgsXzjKWxa47ORT2GhS0ScZw2d2b2AbVVB6Ee21dH_nW1saqrikeb7KFzDBkg9hyphenhyphencndKEmTsGesP8gsPA7UEmEEGM8w7pjkhkEnKFtRVH8qKzbvseqEOgYQJTtickhmIEll-jXW/s400/red+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328010906825966274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwP-WnpiNB5OVrhvywYYhaEt1ek2n32YhzAbYW7PNK-0Zon1QeXWTjH-asRnBAqO8ubI4vXR1nDy00fUZhpVYDNYeb2sPbvJunMEfp0cuJqRjRptg2XOOZkCa2LGnS5PncbJbpYFqEFLUY/s1600-h/red+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwP-WnpiNB5OVrhvywYYhaEt1ek2n32YhzAbYW7PNK-0Zon1QeXWTjH-asRnBAqO8ubI4vXR1nDy00fUZhpVYDNYeb2sPbvJunMEfp0cuJqRjRptg2XOOZkCa2LGnS5PncbJbpYFqEFLUY/s400/red+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328010794673362674" /></a><br /><br />This is my fave song from their new album "Innocence and Instinct."<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7XmXHQvpJk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7XmXHQvpJk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />On another note, someone at work told me that I looked like a pirate with my cuffed pants and boots. I'm definitely taking that as a compliment.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-84449284728908883482009-04-21T08:46:00.000-07:002009-04-21T10:27:50.531-07:00"Remove head from sphincter, then drive!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSWHpki1HIWhdcw6dtLINU86hw-cFzYpn3n4_IXzEzLFTdc6LvG_2tJY7LTRzD3Qx_fHzMsTxsFIJRmExkjZZ2enQX1mrMpS4oqHAes1SnvGPkjXs6XrGAeXyBKw42_5SCVSmD7T3_mnz/s1600-h/black+and+tan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSWHpki1HIWhdcw6dtLINU86hw-cFzYpn3n4_IXzEzLFTdc6LvG_2tJY7LTRzD3Qx_fHzMsTxsFIJRmExkjZZ2enQX1mrMpS4oqHAes1SnvGPkjXs6XrGAeXyBKw42_5SCVSmD7T3_mnz/s400/black+and+tan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327172472679621970" /></a><br /><br />How long have I been driving? Almost a decade. I think I should have the basics (i.e. using a turn signal, parallel parking, backing out of a driveway and NOT hitting a garbage can full of rocks and soil...you get the idea) down by now. I partly blame my landlord for doing yard work and deciding to "throw away" 5,000 lbs. of rock and dirt into my garbage can, and Kasey for placing the garbage can right along side the driveway. But I definitely can't avoid the brunt of the blame, as I was the one behind the wheel. <br /><br />I really am trying to stay positive about this whole ordeal. My car is now affectionately and alcoholically referred to as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_and_Tan">Black and Tan</a>, which lightens the mood a tad. And I can't imagine anyone wanting to break into and/or steal the car now. Maybe I should start collecting obnoxious bumper stickers like "NOBAMA" or "What would Scooby Do?" to put the white trash cherry on top of the ghettofabulousness that is my car.Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-4790173658271211312009-04-14T11:31:00.000-07:002009-04-14T11:34:50.242-07:00Best. Music. Video. EverI'm in complete awe of this video. I just...wow.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-76608681746738666352009-04-09T08:55:00.000-07:002009-04-09T09:23:26.872-07:00I'm in the Lord's Army, Yes Sir!One of my fellow coworkers decided to bust out in a peppy rendition of "The Lord's Army" during our morning meeting today. To be fair, our development team is notorious for venturing off on rabbit trails (and pulling pranks among other things), and the topic of Sunday School was mentioned. <br /><br />While 98% of the team was wondering what the #$%@ was going on, I immediately was taken back to not only my Sunday School days, but also to the glorious days of Vacation Bible School where making pointless crafts out of Popsicle sticks, eating loads of creme filled cookies, learning annoying songs that referenced Biblical stories and studying memory verses was all that I looked forward to all summer. <br /><br />Those were definitely some good times. The only problem now is that I can't seem to shake the feeling that I am not in fact a chubby little 7 year old girl with a bubble/helmet/mullet-esque haircut wearing stretch pants and an oversized BUM t-shirt with the urge to blurt out John 3:16 whenever someone says my name, but I am a 25 year old woman with responsibilities to a job where I'm technically not allowed to say "Merry Christmas" to people (run-on sentence much?).<br /><br />It's kind of <strike>scary</strike> fun to reminisce about those times and recognize how much influence they had over my life, as silly as they might seem now. But I'm still in the Lord's army. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/he9LykCtXMQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/he9LykCtXMQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Megan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224121567992895370.post-64749825233053718112009-04-07T08:33:00.000-07:002009-04-07T09:01:09.229-07:00But Clouds Got in My WayMy <a href="http://seanlumsden.blogspot.com/">wonderful pastor</a> (who almost has as good a taste in music as I do...almost <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElbygiQoe9vOTI_AaKVb33Lx2N_bVn5iV73aG4xsQNhfd-pUn1w-s1PMuko3tuRk_-6HpnzooR2UpJd8h9fIU-HJzVRr89AcHQoNDJrcfQi74kuSUHDIa9jxd-VdCun4-QD0sAWdry1QC/s1600-h/wink.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElbygiQoe9vOTI_AaKVb33Lx2N_bVn5iV73aG4xsQNhfd-pUn1w-s1PMuko3tuRk_-6HpnzooR2UpJd8h9fIU-HJzVRr89AcHQoNDJrcfQi74kuSUHDIa9jxd-VdCun4-QD0sAWdry1QC/s400/wink.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321980047600123842" /></a> ) brilliantly referred to Joni Mitchell's "Both Sides Now" during his sermon on Sunday, and I have been haunted by it ever since. This has to be one of the top five most beautiful songs ever written. It also has to be one of the top five most heart-wrenching songs ever written as well. My heart literally swells up everytime I think about it and it takes a ginormous amount of effort for me to not transform into a complete blubbering mess of tears. Oh, how I loves me some Joni.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKQSlH-LLTQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKQSlH-LLTQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Rows and floes of angel hair<br />And ice cream castles in the air<br />And feather canyons everywhere<br />Ive looked at clouds that way<br /><br />But now they only block the sun<br />They rain and snow on everyone<br />So many things I would have done<br />But clouds got in my way<br /><br />I've looked at clouds from both sides now<br />From up and down, and still somehow<br />It's cloud illusions I recall<br />I really don't know clouds at all<br /><br />Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels<br />The dizzy dancing way you feel<br />As every fairy tale comes real<br />I've looked at love that way<br /><br />But now it's just another show<br />You leave em laughing when you go<br />And if you care, don't let them know<br />Don't give yourself away<br /><br />I've looked at love from both sides now<br />From give and take, and still somehow<br />It's loves illusions I recall<br />I really don't know love at all<br /><br />Tears and fears and feeling proud<br />To say I love you right out loud<br />Dreams and schemes and circus crowds<br />I've looked at life that way<br /><br />But now old friends are acting strange<br />They shake their heads, they say I've changed<br />Well something's lost, but something's gained<br />In living every day<br /><br />I've looked at life from both sides now<br />From win and lose and still somehow<br />It's life's illusions I recall<br />I really don't know life at all<br /><br />I've looked at life from both sides now<br />From up and down, and still somehow<br />It's life's illusions I recall<br />I really don't know life at allMegan Dorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15793894563217237629noreply@blogger.com0