The World's Largest Wet T-shirt Contest...

Before:

During*:

After:
I was too sad to pull out my camera. And wise enough not to capture that sopping, sun scorched mess in digital form.

Dear Committee/Person/ Decision Maker(s) who declare the ____-out games, Please. I beg of you. No more. As much as I love a good theme party, the "black out" games of years past resulted in the same epic fail that we experienced yesterday at the 1st ever FSU Diddy Style "White Out". (And as Lea Marshall said in the welcome at church this morning- "we really need some white out after that game!") I do love my Seminoles. I always will. But yesterday was brutal. Noon kickoff in Tallahassee meant be in the hot hot hot stadium, only to be cooled off by the afternoon showers. So there we were hot, wet and sad. It was sloppy. The only redeeming factor was hearing the air get sucked out of the Gator nation later that evening when Tim Tebow took that hit. I really hope that Tim is alright. Because I would like to thank him for taking one for the team and making that the lead story on the TSPN (Tebow Sports Network). By 9pm, everyone forgot about FSU/USF.

Well, almost everyone.

Is it bad that when, as I was driving to church, I passed a gathering of Bulls fans waiting outside of the towing lot trying to retrive their vehicles and I giggled a little?

*photo credit: Jason Sowell

We have a plan...

Let me introduce you to my friend Dane. He is the brother that I never had and I am the sister that he always wanted. Dane is the Campus Minister at Wingate. And he has given me the gift of a life long invitation to the Wingate University Campus Ministries Beach Reatreat.
Dane and I have a plan. And it is a good one. We are going to win the Lottery. And the earnings will allow me to be the Assistant Campus Minister at Wingate. Job duties to include keeping Dnae organized and endless coffee trips.
And at this year's beach retreat, we put this plan into action. Keep your fingers crossed! C'mon South Carolina Lottery- don't fail us now!

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When you let a spunky college girl sneaks away with your camera at myrtle beach, you come home and find pics like this....

And about 50 others of sleeping college guys.... I felt the need to immediately delete a bunch of them. I didn't want anyone to think that they were mine! Yikes.

It only took him 4 years...

to get over the fear of being a member of our crazy family. Even if you weren't reading this post, you probably heard my mother shrieking or smelled the aroma of the celebratory meal that Lea will be making. Yes, friends, the rumors are true. There is finally going to be a Greene Guy!

Last night, in the pouring rain, Jeffrey proposed to Sarah. She tried to call Emily and me...but we were at the football game. And who answers their phone at a game? In the rain?

And having been privy to fact that last night was the night, our plan was to rush home and be sitting on the couch, watching tv, wearing bridesmaid dresses when she return. Unfortunately, I recently donated my extensive collection of bridesmaid dresses. So, instead, we were there waiting with wet hair in sweatpants. Oh. so. glamorous.

For the record, her ring does not look like this:

Or like this:

It is actually very stunning and absolutely perfect for Sarah. Whew! All of those nightmares that I had where Jeffrey proposed with a hideous ring were for naught!

Fun Friday

Really makes me miss summer camp. Oh the memories. Not that I ever pulled this off...

The Aftermath

At 8am this morning, I pulled into the faculty lot at the stadium, as I do every Tuesday morning. It was quiet. It was calm. It was almost as if the night before never happened. Wait. Really? It is possible that it never happened? And then, low and behold, I saw this...

A small bit of the aftermath. And the reality of the night before back to set in. This place, only 7 hrs before, was full of activity. Well, and if you want to know the end of that story. Feel free to visit espn.com on your own time. Although, the sampling of messages below will be a heavy indicator.

(via gchat at 8:07am)
Travis: I was completely sober last night, yet I still feel like I was repeatedly hit with a shovel.

(also via gchat)
Meghan: Dear Miami fans, Could I please have my soul back? Love, Meghan
Julia: Miami fans, You are thugs. Hate, Julia

(from my favorite minister in NC via txt)
Dane: "You ok this morning? I hope all the starbucks in Miami burn down and they suffer really bad caffiene headaches." Oh, someone who knows me so well!

Motivation

Ignore that I failed to turn the flash off and focus on the fact that the Noles are ready to turn those hurricanes into a mere tropical depression...

Why?

So I have this friend. Some of you may read her blog. She is simply lovely. And as two lovely people, we enjoy the occasional social outing. Although I am beginning to think that someone, somewhere is trying to put a ban on our fun. Because these are becoming familiar sights for us:

Now picture two lovely blondes standing outside "pulling hard" and.... entrance FAIL. That door is SO locked and the lights are SO off and the cupcakes inside are SO off limits to us. (Note: quite a few people failed to inform/remind us that Lucy & Leo is closed on Monday. Which is an absolute shame. As everyone knows, there is no day more than Monday for one to need a cupcake.)

Now for Exhibit B. After deciding to grab lunch at Paradigm and spending all morning beyond giddy about it and then heading out on venture downtown, we walked up to this:

And saw this sign:

Yet another failed attempt at bliss. So to whoever is hating on us. We promise, we will be less cool, less fun and less practically perfect in every way if you just let us in! OR...we will remain all of the above AND invite you along for the fun! Deal?

All about ME!

I will not neglect my blog.
I will not neglect my blog.
I will not neglect my blog.
I will not neglect my blog.


Well, now that I got that out of the way and I have regained my readership. I am pleased to announce that my award for the best marketing campaign of 2009 goes to...... Lexus!

And here is why... Every single month, I get this little gem from them...
That's right. It is a magazine after my own selfish little heart. Complete with all the things that I love. Yes, that would be food, travel, clothes, sports, and clothes. (Mentioned twice for the obvious reason.)

And the inside cover is just so me.... I really do think that they should have called the RX, The Meghan. After all, who cares about anyone in Gainesville.

Done. Sold. Deal. The MDX is dead to me. I want the RX.

(Shh....don't tell my MDX!)