If you ask me...

Not a bad day at all. It is amazing what a slice of cake will do for office morale.

Dear Carvel,

It is almost February. Time to update your "seasonal" items.

Our Island in the Sun

Last night, my middle school dream came true. One word: Weezer. Two words: in concert.Thank you TMobile for the opportunity for victory. FSU students, staff and alum rose to the occasion and voted our little hearts out on the Facebook Motorola Clic Challenge. The results, we won a Weezer concert at our school. Oh, and our 10,000 plus votes also landed us a nice little check for SGA. (Just think $1 per vote. Nice.) Well, Em and I grabbed our free tickets and headed up to the Civic Center for one of the best concerts we have ever been to. Honestly, it was a fantastic show.

I mean, has your school's marching band played with Weezer? Well, mine has. Boom. I am now a firm believer that every concert should start with the Warchant.
Look closely. Yes, that is Hayley Williams (of Paramore fame). She just happened to drop in to assist with "Say It Ain't So". (Which just so happens to be both Emily and my fav Weezer song. AND we both just happen to love it with female vocals. So yes, it was blissful.) And if you missed the concert (ahem, Kevin), I have a 30 secondish clip posted. I promise, they sounded great live. The quality on my camera does no justice.

Well hey there Jermaine Dupri. Glad you just dropped in, ya know, cause Atlanta is just up the road and you thought you would come perform the song that you wrote for Weezer. Nice. I nearly fainted. But that would have been uncool. Uncool is not my style.

To Alison (my bff from middle/high school), it was everything that we dreamed it would be. Thank you for introducing me to the blue album (a personal fav).

To my mother, you missed their cover of Lady Gaga's Poker Face. You would have loved it. We did.

Not just a day off.

Today I went to brunch with two dear friends. Angie and Vita. The conversation was fantastic. Laughing, sharing, intellectual, yet silly. But this wasn't your typical brunch on a Monday off from work. Why not? Well, because this was not just a day off for kicks. There was and is purpose and meaning behind this holiday. Here is why our brunch on this day was so great.... I am white. Angie is white. Vita is black. Fifty years ago, in the city of Tallahassee, our brunch date would not have been possible. We wouldn't have be served at the same table or likely the same part of the restaurant. Today, however, we were brunching, chatting and drinking endless cups of hazelnut coffee as if it were not big thing.

Not to live completely on Cloud 9, we did discuss how there are parts of our country. Parts in neighboring counties where many would give hateful glances at the sight of a biracial friendship. But today, we celebrated living in a city where we truly could come together as sisters and hold hands. (Ok....more like hug.) I know that our brunch was very much a part of Dr. King's dream.

It's gonna be a good one...

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Butt-busting activities...

That's right. Who wants monkey butt? Not me. That's for sure. Sarah is also pro Anti-Monkey Butt.
Confused yet? Well, let me provide some education. Listen closely. You're gonna want to hear this one. You will we probably thank me so profusely that I will have to send the flowers away, as my home and office will be so overwhelmed with your gifts. Raise your hand if you participate in activity that, well, involves sweat. Raise your hand if you have previously relied on the classic Gold Bond. Keep your hand raised if you are not a fan of the discomfort that the burning of the Gold Bond creates.... Too personal of a question? Yes, well I suppose it is. But it is a harsh reality. Another harsh reality is the chaffing that can occur when running, oh, let's just say 13.1 miles. (It is that .1 that puts you over the edge.) So I have an invested interest in this. I do. Well, this past summer the Greene girls were visiting our favorite uncle and he introduced us to the wonder product that is Anti-Monkey Butt. (Don't ask how it came up... I honestly can't remember.) But it did. Let me say, word on the street is that it is like Gold Bond without the burn. What a dream.

You may be thinking to yourself, "Self, that Meghan is so awesome. But it seems like such a masculine product...Is it really for me?" Unless, of course you are a man. I only have the most masculine of readers. I am sure that none of you were thinking such thoughts.

Well, dear female friends and readers, I bring to you.... Lady Anti-Monkey Butt. And yes, Sarah and Emily were thrilled at Christmas to each receive a coveted pink bottle of this powder bliss.
You are welcome.

Back to reality.

Well, I am back in the 'hassee. Back from time in Tampa with the fam. Back from a rockin' New Year's Eve with my favorite noles. Back from a hypothermic bowl game, that I wouldn't have missed for the world. It really feels like the longest break ever. In reality, it was only 11 days. And here I am, back.

I love that we have new years and new months and new days. I really believe that God did that intentionally. Well, I believe that everything God does is intentional and purposeful. But this is one of my favorite things. When a day ends, it becomes the past. And we know that we cannot be chained by the past. We have the present and future. We, by nature, need a fresh start. A clean slate. The ability to do it better. I, by nature, need a fresh start.

I have been asked no less than 2 frillion times if I made a new year's resolution. Resolutions have never really been my thing. While I like having a new start and a clean slate, I am not a big fan of setting myself up for failure. I read that 40-45% of American adults make at least one resolution for the new year. And while most abandon it within three months, those who explicitly make resolutions are 10% more likely to achieve their goal. And 80% of all statistics are made up. So research aside, I have a plan for the year. 2010 will be my last full year in my 20s. ::gasp:: Can you believe that my parents are that old? They are. Do the math.

Since it is my last year in my 20s. I will commit to doing 20 new things this year. Things that I have never done before (and may never do again). I will blog about those 20 things- don't you worry. I don't know what they will be or when they will happen. But they will. And they will be awesome. How do I know? Well, I believe that you learn something of value through all of your experiences. So here is to a year of adventure. And learning!

Because I am one for parameters. Here are a few. Included in the 20 newbies will be an act of service, a visit to a new city, an artistic/creative challenge, and a physical challenge.

Stay tuned for live reports from the 20 of 2010. (Well, I doubt they will actually be live, but stay tuned nonetheless.)