Now let the games begin!

Two good friends of mine (who conveniently have blogs at 11Chicken and Brittney Michelle) are in a bit of a quarrel. They are in one of those never ending Facebook poke battles... Yeah, you all know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, they figured out a solution. They decided to let ME pick the winner. And you all know me, I cannot make a decision to save my life.

So, here is how I am going to pick the winner. This competition is limited to ONLY Kenny and Brittney. Sorry guys, you all will have a chance later to compete for the title of awesomeness.

Now, here is the criteria:

1) You must write a story (much like my Once Upon a Saturday stories, only with your own style).
2) Your post must revolve around me, as I will be the main character of your story (Yes, I know... I am a little bit narcissistic. =P)
3) You will be graded on creativity, originality, visual images, etc. (Man, I feel like an English teacher....)
4) Flattery is awesome. AKA... If you blow me up in your story, you better have a good reason. Because the one I like best will be the one to win. Honestly, I don't like being blown up most of the time.
5) I cannot stress... BE CREATIVE! Draw pictures! Meago loves pictures! =D

The deadline is THIS SATURDAY.

May the best "Poker" win. :)

Rubber Ducky, you're the one...

...that makes bath time lots of fun.

Once Upon a Saturday will be posted tomorrow. I am too lazy. But don't complain, I drew you guys a picture. :)

You always have to stop...

This isn't the stop sign I wish I could post a picture of,

But I can't walk around the corner at this time of night.

I painfully pass by this stop sign every day.

But in all honesty, that's okay.

One week later,

It's just a

Stop 

Sign.

Today I am a Super Hero

I never said I wasn't a creepy super hero.

And so MEAGOMAN is born.

How politically incorrect is that?! :)

Once Upon a Saturday: The Adventures of Aty Part 3

Last time on The Adventures of Aty...

Aty gets an awesome car.

Oni gets captured by some evil Texan force and is taken

to the Fortress of Sad Feelings.

Meago turns into an octopus. Figures.

"Great!" Aty sighed. "Meago can't do anything if she's an octopus. She can't even give this story a decent plot, because she can't type."

"JKAJDLFKDJCUIEJEKNEKJJLKA" said Meago.

The only way Aty could save Oni is if she turned Meago back into her original life form... She wasn't quite sure if Meago was human or not, but whatever. She was going to do her best.

So, Aty hopped into her ATYMOBILE and drove to Jesup, Georgia. Why Jesup, you ask?

Jesup? It's like Jesus and Ketchup! :D

True Story.

Anyway, Aty finally arrived to this city called Jesup. No one here knew who Meago was, but that didn't matter. Meago apparently had a strange obsession with this city. It was her mission to discover why.

She interviewed several citizens of the city. "Why is this city so important?!?" she asked.

One citizen answered, "We have an Amtrak station!"

"We have an airport!" said another.

"RANDALL BRAMBLETT WAS BORN HERE!" insisted another citizen.

"Who the heck is that?" questioned Aty.

The strange citizen shrugged. "That's what it said on our Wikipedia page."

Aty was close to giving up. She was sad because Meago turned into an octopus. She was sad because Oni was still trapped in the Fortress of Sad Feelings. She was sad because her banana mobile was almost out of gas and she missed her kitty. But that was besides the point. As she was about to pack herself in her ATYMOBILE, she heard angels sing.

"What's that?!" Aty cried out. She turned around, and there it was.

The Original "Jesup"

"This is just what Meago needs!" Aty rejoiced. "She loves Jesus, and she loves Ketchup. She's sure to turn back into a non-Octopus after she drinks this!"

Aty packed up the Jesup in her ATYMOBILE and somehow made it back to Meagoland on an empty tank of gas. 

Meago was just flopping around when Aty showed up. "MEAGO DRINK THIS!!"

The strange octopus drank the Jesusly Blessed Ketchup and turned back into a normal Meago.

It's like going to church and having a hot dog...

ALL AT THE SAME TIME! ♥ :)

You poor reader, I keep leaving cliff hangers for you. I'm sure you're wondering what's going to happen with Oni. Is Aty going to be able to make it from Meagoland to Texas on an empty tank of gas? Can Aty afford to fill her gas tank? Can Aty accomplish all this on her own?

Until next Saturday...

I've created a lot of evil monsters...

But none are as terrifying as the...

THE EVIL BRUSSEL SPROUT PONY!!!! 

The Evil Brussel Sprout Pony is to blame for all the bad things that happen in this world. The death of MJ? Yep, blame the EBSP. The fall of the economy? You can blame that on the EBSP too. The reason why I'm blogging today?! YES! You are correct. The Evil Brussel Sprout Pony is to blame!

And the more I talk about all this, I realize that my life is like a very freaky fairy tale. For example: Rumpelstiltskin and Cinderella. Two very creepy fairy tales. 

Oh well, I blame the EBSP. 

Until next time.

Wow.

People really upset me when they tell me that I'm perfect. I'm not, and I know that I'm not.

Then they get mad at me when I'm not perfect. I'm too angry, I'm too sad. Well, I warned you. I'm not perfect. No where near perfect.

I'm the biggest loser on the face of this planet.

Until next time...

Flowers Must be Watered.

This is a public service announcement. I would like to let you all know that if you do not water your flowers, they will die. On a regular basis, you should water you flowers. You should also, on occasion, fertilize your flowers and pull the weeds that are located in the bed of the garden. Why is this recommended? ...BECAUSE YOUR FLOWERS WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT WATER THEM.

Please, do not blame your flowers if they die on you. If you are too busy to water your flowers, then you are taking a very big risk of your beautiful flowers dying. Flowers bring happiness. Dead flowers bring sadness. You do not want to be sad, now do you Reader?

Again, I repeat, DO NOT BLAME YOUR FLOWERS IF THEY DIE. It is no one's fault but your own. Many people actually blame their flowers for dying, when they really did not give a red cent about their poor flowers. Please, do not get mad at your flowers because they have died. You declined to water them in the heat of the day. You declined to pull the weeds in their garden beds. You declined to fertilize them. You declined to love them. 

Now, if your flowers have not died yet, please take the time to go water them. Love your flowers. They love you.

That is all.

Once Upon a Saturday: The Adventures of Aty Part 2

Last time, on Once Upon a Saturday...

Oh noooo! Aty VS. Monsta?!

ONCE UPON A TIME...

Aty was about to fight this Evil Monsta... but then her pocket started ringing. She was getting a phone call at the wrong time, seriously...

"Hold up Monsta-Dude, I gotta take this..." She takes her phone out.

Her BFF Oni was calling her. Whaddaheck?

"Oni, what do you want?" Aty sighed. "I'm about to fight this monsta."

"Monsta can wait, dummy!" Oni cried. "I HAVE GOTTEN ABDUCTED!!!"

"Saaaay whaaa?!" Aty hung up her phone and looked at the Monsta. "Yo, monsta... I gotta split, can I reschedule this duel?"

The Monsta burped in response. "...Okay. I'll take that as a yes." Aty then ran to her ATYMOBILE and called Oni back.

ATYMOBILE

Oni picked up his phone. "COME SAVE ME I'M IN TEXAS."

"Really, what the crapface?! Okay, I'm on my way." Aty hangs up her phone and drives her ATYMOBILE to the big bad State of TEXAS. She parks her ATYMOBILE in front of a creepy factory right off the interstate. She was sure that poor Oni was in this place. She almost peed herself, it was a creepy place to hold a person hostage.

Low and behold... THE FORTRESS OF SAD FEELINGS:

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Aty yells out of script!!

Take that, Aty.

Aty was in a tussle. She had to find a way to turn Meago back into a human. She had to free Oni from the Evil Fortress of Sad Feelings. And most importantly... She had to beat that Evil Hat Monsta. Poor Aty... NOT!

Stay tuned, kiddos. 

She is a princess and boys are smelly.

I am very fortunate to be friends on Facebook with a lady who has been very influential in my life.

Today, though, she posted a status that stated that all the men in her house were treating her like poopie. So what did I do? I did what I do best... draw pictures. :)

Boys are stinky and mean. No offense to the decent ones out there, though.

Much love to all of you out there! Next up, Once Upon a Saturday! Stay tuned. :)

♥

Something Without Sense

It's not really abstract, but it doesn't make sense. That's abstract art, right?

I'm just kidding. Don't kick me in the face, Art majors.

Happy Thursday, Have a safe Friday.

Paying Homage to Chicken

If you know me well enough, you know that I am in love with the following:

1. Gelatis
2. Crafting
3. Cherry Coke
4. FRIED CHICKEN

Now guess what I am paying homage to today? Yes, you are correct. Fried Chicken.

My mother makes wonderful fried chicken. She breads it, and it's just yummilicious. But, I'm a weird kid. I love fried chicken skin, but the meat doesn't attract me much. When cooked like this, I can probably eat about 4 chicken wings and pathetically get full. (I probably just get bored of eating the chicken wings, but whatever. Being full is close enough.)

But then one day, I was introduced to a place called Sinbad's. If any of you readers know this place, then yes. They have the best chicken wings ever. But unfortunately, I cannot go to Sinbad's everyday. *Sadface*

But, my mom still makes the best chicken wings ever. And my mom is also the best at discovering awesome stuff at the grocery store. 

Moore's Buffalo Wing Sauce. Truth be told, I didn't even know the name of this hot sauce until I took these pictures. I just called it "that good hot sauce" when ever my mom makes chicken wings. 

Anyway, before Moore's, I would eat 4 chicken wings whenever my mom made them. Now, I think my record is 17. Wow, I'm a fatty. 

I'd also like to take a moment and pay homage to all the chickens (and possibly their clones) who have sacrificed their lives to be apart of my meal tonight and all the nights before that. 

Dear Chickens,

I am so thankful for your existence. While you guys are kind of creepy and my earliest memory of you is one of your brotheren's head falling off (true story), you guys still taste really good. No, that's not meant to be flirtatious. I mean that you guys taste really good fried. And with hot sauce. Ooh. I love that hot sauce. 

Anyway, it takes bravery to be raised knowing that you would end up in someone's belly one day. But don't worry, there is no place better than MY belly. And if any of you are still alive, don't worry, I'll be in my belly one day soon. Don't you worry about that!

Although you guys are really tasty, I'm sorry that you guys are treated like crap when you are alive. It must suck being packed up into small trucks, being fed poop and hormones, and having your heads chopped off. I'm also sorry to say that this doesn't change anything. I still love Fried Chicken. 

Whatever. I made you guys a present. This represents my love for your food species. Enjoy!

In case you can't tell, that's a heart. With chickens.

Yes, I know, I'm insane. Stop judging me.

Writer's Block

I have been having Writer's Block for two days now. I guess I used up my creativity on my last post... But I'm not giving up. I am blogging about the first object I see... And oh geez... It's Chef Boyardee: Beef Ravioli.

I am holding this object in my hands... Ravioli. Oh... mah... gah. I can't even fathom the thought of eating this crap. As a young child, I would eat this stupid brand of Ravioli, bananas, and canned peaches on a daily basis. DAILY. Every day for lunch, I would eat a bowl of Ravioli. And I had to eat it all, there was no way around that. Then, for "dessert", I would eat a banana and/or a bowl of canned peaches.

Little Meago + Month's supply of Ravioli = TORTURE.

It took me about five years to eat a banana again. It probably wasn't until recently I was able to eat canned peaches again. But still, it's been ten years since I had a can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli. I don't think I'll ever be able to eat that crap again. **

On another note... Who is this "Chef Boyardee"? Chef Boyardee, the jolly little Italian man on every can of Ravioli and crap you are fooled to eat as a kid, is actually named Ettore Boiardi. I guess I can see the resemblance in the names... Boyardee and Boiardi. Yeah, it totally makes sense.

But still, in researching this guy, I cannot find how he died. I always have to know how a famous dead dude died. It is just mandatory. I therefore hate this Ravioli more, because I have no idea how this guy died. Was it just old age? Was he abducted by aliens? The world may never know!

I found evidence that my theory is correct. BOOYAH.

**Disclaimer: Unless my auntie in New Jersey has some of that Spinach Ravioli. That stuff was good. But no one else is allowed to feed that stuff to me. Just her.

Once Upon a Saturday: The Adventures of Aty

ONCE UPON A TIME...

...There was a fine lass named Aty. No, not like the number. A-T-Y. Aty. 

Aty collected hats like some seven year boys collected baseball cards. Aty had a hat for every occasion. She had a hat for a cool day, and a hat for a warm day. She had a hat for an American Day, and if she felt like being Japanese for a day... She had a hat for that too!

Aty in a JapHat

To say the least, Aty was the MASTER of HATS! But one day, she was faced with a challenge. She had every hat in the universe, except for one. This hat was beloved by all, but owned by only one soul...

THE EVIL HAT MONSTA

The Evil Hat Monsta owned the hat that Aty wanted to so badly. Now, Aty could of talked to the Evil Hat Monsta and she just could of said, "Hey, Mista Monsta... I want that hat, can I please have it?"

But Aty doesn't play the game of hats like that. No, Aty does not. Aty dueled the Evil Hat Monsta. 

Yes, I know my dearies. Soooo many questions going through your head right now, correct? Like...

What weapon will Aty use to fight this odd looking Monsta?

What kind of awesome ninja moves will Aty use?

Who is going to win?

What is this hat that Aty is fighting for?

Is this hat really worth it?

Who is Aty?

Why is this Monsta pink?

Well, kiddos... I'm sorry to do this to you... but...

Stay tuned for more awesomeness and to find out 

what happens next with our dear friend Aty! :)

I'm in a Box, Don't You Ever Forget! :)

So yesterday, I was a bit on the hyper side. Forget that, I'm always on the hyper side. It's just in my nature. But anyway, we've been doing quite a bit of "remodeling" around my house. My grandma's room has all new furniture.. new bed, new cabinets, and also... a NEW MINI-FRIDGE!!!

Now, of course... You're all like, "Meago, what the heck is wrong with you? How can you be all hyper about a stupid mini-fridge?!"

But my friends, I do have good reasoning. My question to you is, "What do mini-fridges come in?"

Yes, that's right. A box. And again, yes that's right. I spend my night last night playing in a box.

I'm so sneaky. No one knew where I was... ;)

...Except my cat, Billy. He found me. :O

Billy decided to join me in the box. But he didn't

stay for too long. What a party poop!

"Um... No, Mom. I am not giving up my box!!" ♥

I look like Little Bill in this picture.

See the image below for reference:

Okay, so maybe you don't

see it, but I do. 

I'm sorry to inform you that I am NOT blogging from my box at this moment. To be honest, the box got kind of old... very fast. Bony butt + Sitting on the ground for more than ten minutes = EXTREME PAIN.

In other news, look who's following me on Twitter!

Happy, Happy Joy, Joy? O_o

Until tomorrow, my lovelies! Up next... Once Upon a Saturday. Stay tuned!! :)

My memory is lost!

A scientific image of what my cranium looks like. 

I have a confession. I have a horrible memory.

I mean, everybody forgets where they put their phone. Everybody will forget to pay a bill. Everybody will forget the names of people they just met.

But, my friends, I have a very unique history of forgetting the names of my favorite movies. And I will admit, at one time, I forgot John Travolta's name.

Say whaa? 

Sometimes, my lack of short term memory is kind of scary. I often forget where I ate at the night before, what I ate, and even sometimes...

...What I blogged about the night before!!! =O

To be honest, my memory loss isn't as scary as it is hilarious. What fun would it be if you didn't try to put your cell phone in the freezer every once in a while and tried to connect your sandwich to your cellphone charger? Exactly.

No wonder my phone hates me... 

Now that I think of it, my phone could be the reason I have such a terrible memory. Or it could be the fact that I lost about 30,000 brain cells from watching Billy Madison last night. (No offense to any fans of the movie. Haha.)

Well, I hope I remember about this post tomorrow morning. Until then, have a happy Thursday everyone!! ♥

Mistake #4,382: Taking Spanish Online

Everybody makes mistakes. Especially me, dude. If I had a dollar for every mistake I made, I would not be hunting for scholarships every single day so I can pay for my upcoming college tuition.

But, I make mistakes without pay. Boo-hoo.

Anyway, one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made...

FLVS: By far, one of the biggest mistakes I've made.

Now, don't get me wrong. Florida Virtual School can be a great thing if you have no life, like spending your extra time doing more school work, and/or don't have a procrastinating bone in your body.

But, you see my lovely readers, I do have a life. I do not like spending my extra time doing even more school work than I already had. And further more, I am a huge procrastinator. It took me five hours to finish writing this post, because I am easily distracted.

But anyway, right now, at this moment, I should be working on FLVS Spanish. In all honesty, it's not that hard. I live with two fluent Spanish speakers (my father and grandmother), so I have help whenever I need it. But it takes time, and lots of it.

And in angst of trying to get this module done, this... is me:

Do I haaave to do FLVS? Ugh, fine. 

Have a happy remainder of your Monday! As for me?

Once Upon a... SUNDAY?! :O

I forgot about Once Upon a Saturday... I'm so sorry! Haha, but no worries... Once Upon a Sunday is here! :)


ONCE UPON A TIME...

There was a pair of sisters. There was a big sister, Indy. There was a little sister, Eggo.

Indy and Eggo.

Now, Little Eggo was never much for chick flicks. Eventually, Indy realized this. Indy trained Little Eggo to love most chick flicks (but of course, she was still stubborn when it came to chick flicks... but oh well.)

One day, Little Eggo saw the commercial for this movie:

Charlie St. Cloud!

Little Eggo picks up her evil cellular device and texts her big sister, Indy. "We should go watch Charlie St. Cloud!" she says. Indy replies, "LOLWUT you want to watch a chick flick?! Oh-kay! Let's do it!"

The next Sunday morning, they went to the movie theatre. They watched Charlie St. Cloud, and collectively cried enough to fill up the Atlantic Ocean twice.

This is Little Eggo crying like a baby. Boo-hoo.

They both agreed, the movie was the bomb diggity. Little Eggo went and bragged about it on Facebook. Indy even updated her status!!! Indy NEVER updates her status!!

Afterwards, Indy and Eggo went school shopping. Indy's little ones needed supplies for school, and Eggo tagged along because she needed school supplies too (and she LOVES Office Max). While Little Eggo was looking at the shopping list, she almost ran into a pole. Fortunately, Indy was a good big sister and saved her. Little Eggo would of looked like this if she hadn't:

YAY INDY!

Anyway, there are two lessons to be learned today. 

Numero Uno: Indy and Eggo DEEPLY recommend watching Charlie St. Cloud. 

Numero Dos: Eggo DEEPLY recommends watching where you are walking.

And they lived happily ever after...

THE END!