tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67888951379874219332024-03-05T00:06:56.208-08:00Once Upon a Meago!The life and times of a crazy girl who loves crafts, Gelatis, and the beach. :)Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-20066153271074085192011-04-15T16:21:00.000-07:002011-04-15T16:21:08.049-07:00Hello Loves. :)I know I haven't blogged in a very, very, very, very long time. I'm very sorry. I've been very busy, but I've got great news. :)<br />
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I've gotten creative and started making bags out of duct tape. I'm making a completely different blog to host my creations. :) Watch out for it.<br />
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And as far as this blog goes, it will live on. One day, when life isn't that busy!<br />
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Love always,<br />
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Meago ♥Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-47262204394422584872010-11-02T18:06:00.000-07:002010-11-02T18:06:20.393-07:00Anti-PerfectionLong time no post... The reason why I haven't posted in a while is because of this battle with perfection.<br />
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Everything has to be perfect. And it's not me wanting everything to be perfect. I should be the one who wants everything to be perfect. It's everyone else, they all want me to be perfect.<br />
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Everyone is looking for perfect. Perfect grades, perfect writing, perfect scores, perfect dancing, perfect singing, perfect relationships, perfect skin, perft eyes, perfect voices, perfect CRAP.<br />
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When someone wants something "perfect," it truly bugs me. I actually HATE perfection. I know I am not perfect.<br />
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I do not have perfect grades. Confession: I got a C in Trig last year. Not perfect. Do I care? No.<br />
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I do not have perfect writing. Confession: There are probably a dozen typos in this blog post. Not perfect. Do I care? No. Not at all.<br />
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Never call me perfect. Never request perfection from me. I can give you "next to perfection," but I will not give you perfection. In fact, if you request perfection from me, I'll give you crap instead.<br />
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Because I hate perfection.<br />
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End of rant.Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-38684524891352422942010-09-21T15:51:00.000-07:002010-09-21T15:51:20.375-07:00A Public Apology to Moo-Moo's, Livers, and Lovers of the Moo-Moo Liver<i>Dear poor baby Moo-Moo's liver that I had for dinner last night:</i><br />
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<i>I'm so sorry you had to stop what you were doing so you could be my dinner. My iron has been low and I was desperate last night. Although you are the "perfect" source of all the iron and proteins I'll ever need, the bad breath I had to endure last night made you totally not worth it. I'm sorry, but I have to declare you as a "bad eats." Maybe next time, buddio.</i><br />
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<i>♥always,</i><br />
<i>Meago</i><br />
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<i>PS: Your companion, Onions, was and always will be the best. Just saying.</i><br />
<i>PPS: In all honesty, you didn't taste that bad. But you didn't taste that good, either.</i><br />
<i>PPPS: I must now result to Spinach now. Great. I feel another rejection letter coming on.</i>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-87657918426789559482010-09-20T19:00:00.000-07:002010-09-20T19:00:58.232-07:00The Cricut Imagine... and it's Demonic Possession!!My aunt bought the Cricut Imagine less than a week ago on the HSN. It's a nice little machine... It prints and cut! I was very surprised last week when I got the phone call that she actually bought it. She swore she would NEVER buy any Cricut machine. But, this one stole her heart. It's really an awesome machine... But to our luck, we got the faulty one.<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">None the less, my aunt had to send it back. We're hoping that the next one is not so... um, creepy. But it's just our luck, we always get faulty scrapbooking toys. <a href="http://www.diybride.com/2009/diy-toolbox-the-crop-a-dile">The Cropidile</a> was faulty at first for us, and we had to send that back too. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But I have no doubt that the Imagine is going to be AWESOME! :) I'm so excited for it to come back! </div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-59239061708657940602010-09-19T20:12:00.000-07:002010-09-19T20:12:16.333-07:00Once Upon a Saturday: Indy the SquirrelSaver!<b>ONCE UPON A TIME...</b><br />
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There was a very nice, beautiful big sister who was also a Super Hero. Her name was Indy.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Indy may be known for a lot of things. She is known as Meago's awesome big sister. She is known as the mother to three of the coolest kids around. She is known for being the wife to this super awesome dude who makes some <i>reeeally</i> good popcorn. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But Indy had a special talent, which made her a super hero. Whenever a baby squirrel was in trouble, she would rescue it and take care of it until the squirrel was big enough to be released.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Indy didn't really have many enemies... Except for one...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Evil Fat Cat Monsta used to always bully squirrels around. But after the years went by, he had one too many bud lights (as you can see), and had quite the tough time getting around. But to Indy's dismay, and to the dismay to squirrels across the world, she got a letter from this nuisance in the mail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Indy,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I have kidnapped all the baby squirrels from their mothers.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I want a million bazillion gajillion dollars, or else those mommies</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>won't be getting their babies back. BUAHAHAHA *burp* AHAH.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>-The Evil Cat Monsta</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>PS: Will accept kitty treats.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>PSS: Or beer. *BURP*</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Indy sighed. Or screamed. Maybe it was both. She had so much to do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"STUPID CAT MONSTA!!" She yelled. "I have to clean the house still! Oh well. I better get going."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Indy climbed into the Evil Cat Monsta's room through his window and located the baby squirrels in a room. She almost made it out of the evil lair without being caught, but then the Evil Cat Monsta rolled in... Literally. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What are you doing?" the Evil Cat Monsta hiccuped. "Where's my money? Or my cat treats? Or my beer?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Indy smirked. "I have something better!" She pulled out a point lazer, and the Evil Cat Monsta went crazy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"WHY AM I SO AMUSED BY THIS LITTLE RED DOT? WHY IS IT MOVIING?" The Evil Cat Monsta shrieked. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Indy pointed the lazer to a door that was just a bit too small for the Evil Cat Monsta. He sprung over and got stuck in the door way. "I'M STUCK. CURSE YOU INDY!" the Evil Cat Monsta hiccuped again and fell asleep in the doorway. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Indy brought home all the squirrels to their mommies, and everyone lived happily ever after. And, of course, she got home in time for her <b>BIRTHDAY PARTY!! :)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDY! :) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">♥</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>THE END! :)</b></div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-89661014612983701682010-09-10T20:21:00.000-07:002010-09-10T20:21:42.263-07:00Once Upon a Saturday: Cuh-atie<b>ONCE UPON A TIME...</b><br />
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...There was a cool chickaroonie. Her name was Cuh-atie.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cuh-atie was super awesome for a lot of reasons. One of her awesome traits was that she was a super flag master. She was a member of the super elite super women group*... COLOR GUARD!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">But one day, while she was practicing mega-awesome tricks with her flat, her flat mysteriously vanished in mid-air.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Oh noooo!" cried Cuh-atie. "My flag!!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">"What's wrong, Cuh?!" Meago asked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"My flag! It disappeared!" Cuh-atie cried. "I need your help!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"That's no prob, Cuh!" Meago smiled. "It's time to investigate."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cuh-atie and Meago traveled back to the scene of the crime. Meago spotted an eye-witness. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Have you seen any suspicious activity in the past 24 hours?" Meago interrogated. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wrote L♥VE on my arms today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope you did too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But if you did not,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that's okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just remember,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to L♥VE one another</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to L♥VE yourself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No matter who you are,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">what you are,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or where you are...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Someone L♥VES you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-83542297319403951392010-09-06T16:49:00.000-07:002010-09-06T16:49:28.533-07:00Results from the Quizaroooo! :)<i>Before I give you the winner of this contest, I will review the correct answers to all 7 questions. </i><br />
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1.)<i> What is my favorite color?</i><br />
My favorite color is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">lime green</span>. I also like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">hot pink</span>, so if you put that down I may have given you credit.<br />
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2.) <i>What is my favorite number?</i><br />
This one was a tricky one. Only a few people know my favorite number, but it is 9. I have no idea why, it just is.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3.) <i>What is my worst subject area?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many of you guys answered that English was my worst subject area. Many of you guys are very incorrect, because English is typically my forte. The correct answer here is <b>Math</b>. Any of you who know me seriously know that my relationship with Math is not a pretty one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">4.) <i>How many pets do I have?</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">The correct answer here is 3. I have a dog and two cats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OCytxVSxYh5y-76e_NYbp-xyn_8C1GPuZkl1UDxyY5LjcAaQJGYxuPrmM4Gp-yNXuUA1ASVujLvPhVUvmQb0dTERifLufpOwusNeidatDeHYYCWXXoIzvQEfVfc_GJgVwqDLgtNQMS7S/s1600/saucer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OCytxVSxYh5y-76e_NYbp-xyn_8C1GPuZkl1UDxyY5LjcAaQJGYxuPrmM4Gp-yNXuUA1ASVujLvPhVUvmQb0dTERifLufpOwusNeidatDeHYYCWXXoIzvQEfVfc_GJgVwqDLgtNQMS7S/s320/saucer.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>My dog, Saucer. He's a German Shepard/Chow mix.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5.) <i>What is my favorite meal, EVER?!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chicken wings, duhh guys. I dedicated a whole blog post to it, go <a href="http://onceuponameago.blogspot.com/2010/08/paying-homage-to-chicken.html">here</a> for more info.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also accepted Bell Peppers and Sautéed Onions as an answer. I love love love love LOVE Bell Peppers and Onions. YUMMM. ♥</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6.) <i>I spend my summers doing what?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Typically, every summer, I spent a good while in New Jersey. I have family up there and I work at <a href="http://www.alandsams.com/">Al & Sam's Canoe and Kayak Rentals</a>, which is owned by my relatives who live up there. So, if you are ever in the New Jersey area, go to Al & Sam's! (<i>end of endorsement</i>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then, I come home for maybe a week or so. After I am home for a bit, we all pack up and go to the beach for 2-3 weeks. Yes, we are spoiled. Yes, we enjoy it. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This year was different. We spent a week in New Jersey during the beginning of the summer, and then we came home. After about a month, we went to the beach for 2 and a half weeks. Then we came home, and at the end of the summer we went back to New Jersey to watch a Phillies baseball game. (And yes, Washington Nationals KICKED OUR BUTTS!! BOO.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7.)<i> What school activities do I participate in?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This one is tricky, because I am involved with so many extra curricular activities. But, here we go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<li>Showchoir/Chorus</li>
<li>Musical Theatre</li>
<li>Senior Class Homebase Rep (That takes up every Tuesday of my senior year, so YES that counts.)</li>
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</ul><div>That may not seem like a lot... But trust me, it is. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And finally, the moment we've all been waiting for... THE WINNER IS....</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">MY CUH, KATIE. :) ♥</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Katie answered got the highest score, which was about 15 points. I don't know, I may of lost count. But she's pretty awesome. She knows her cousin well. :) Katie will be featured in this week's episode of Once Upon a Saturday... So stay tuned! :)</div><br />
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</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-31364423035403163162010-09-05T20:11:00.000-07:002010-09-05T20:17:03.380-07:00And the Winner isssss...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">BRITTNEYYYYY!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">:)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Duh.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://brittneyymichelle.blogspot.com/">Brittney</a> pretty much won <a href="http://onceuponameago.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-let-games-begin.html">this</a> Poke War. She had <a href="http://kennykhaotic.blogspot.com/">Kenny</a> beat so badly that he had to throw in the towel!!! Kenny still tried, though, so you have to give him credit for that! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The winner for my <a href="http://onceuponameago.blogspot.com/2010/09/quizzaroo-about-meagoroo.html">Quizaroo</a> will be announced TOMORROW. So, if you haven't already, drop by and try for a chance to win a feature in Once Upon a Saturday! :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Until then, lovelies. ♥</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-5386816154759181982010-09-04T18:54:00.000-07:002010-09-04T18:54:59.616-07:00Once Upon a Saturday: The Adventures of Aty Part 4Last time, on The Adventures of Aty...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aty and Meago, both being normal human beings, decided to come up with a plan to save Oni from the Fortress of Sad Feelings!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"We could dress up like lollipops as a disguise!! No one will ever know it's us!" Meago joyfully exclaimed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Meago, WTF is up with your ideas?" Aty groaned.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, Aty hopped into her ATYMOBILE and Meago hopped into her...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meago and Aty drove from Meagoland to Texas on the hunt for Oni. Finally, they arrive and they got into costume!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, Aty and Meago somehow walked into the Fortress of Sad Feelings without being noticed... AT ALL.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After much parading around the Fortress of Sad feelings, Aty and Meago finally find where Oni was located. And trust me, he was in <i>soooo </i>much trouble. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"ONIIIII!" Aty Snarled. "I thought you were in dire trouble!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I waas," Oni whined. "I was soooo bored."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"You made us come all the way out here because you were bored, Oni?" Meago sighed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No, that wasn't the only reason..." Oni winked. "I wanted a feature on your blog, ya know?!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Great," Aty pouted. "Now I'm never going to beat the Evil Hat Monsta!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"The Evil Hat Monsta?!" A lightbulb turned on above Oni's head. "I know that guy!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"WUUT? HOW?!" Aty's jaw dropped.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"He's my mom's aunt's cousin's brother's wife's mom's grandfather's best friend's uncle's girlfriend's father's daughter's teacher's nephew's grandson's father's sister's boss." Oni smiled while Aty and Meago grew a very puzzling look on their faces. "I see that dude all the time at family dinners. He's a real jerk. And he's allergic to sugar. You know how hard it is to cook for a guy who isn't allowed to eat sugar? I really don't understand how he's so fat and everything..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"WAIT!" Meago interrupted Oni. "You're telling me that The Evil Hat Monsta is allergic to sugar?" Meago turned to Aty. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aty smiled wide. "Yes I am!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The three friends drove from Texas to the Evil Hat Monsta's house. Aty and Meago, both still dressed in their Lollipop costumes, went to knock on his door. The Evil Hat Monsta answered the door, and quickly melted away after seeing Aty and Meago in all their lollipopness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-77217478142964208182010-09-03T17:57:00.000-07:002010-09-03T18:11:11.251-07:00Quizzaroo about the MeagorooTime for a pop quiz guys. Who ever gets the highest score wins a free feature in Once Upon a Saturday... <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">READY SET GO</span></b>.<br />
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1) What is my favorite color?<br />
2) What is my favorite number?<br />
3) What is my WORST subject area?<br />
4) How many pets do I have?<br />
5) What is my favorite meal, EVER?<br />
6) I spend my summers doing what?<br />
7) What school activities do I participate in? (You will get one point for every activity you get right! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">☺</span>)<br />
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I'll post the answers sometime next week. Until then, home slices!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> ♥</span></span>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-68413391162151142312010-09-02T15:13:00.000-07:002010-09-02T15:13:42.685-07:00Yeah dude, I won a purse! :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Two weeks ago, I was having the CRAPPIEST day ever. Seriously. THE WORST. But to my luck, I won a contest for this awesome purse. :) The lovely <a href="http://www.whenredmeansgo.com/">Annah from Red Means Go!</a> sponsored this contest, and if you seriously love this bag... Shoot her an email. She knows where to get them. ;)</span></span><br />
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</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-50296393097238516542010-08-31T16:54:00.000-07:002010-08-31T16:54:14.727-07:00Now let the games begin!Two good friends of mine (who conveniently have blogs at <a href="http://kennykhaotic.blogspot.com/">11Chicken</a> and <a href="http://brittneyymichelle.blogspot.com/">Brittney Michelle</a>) 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.<br />
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Anyway, they figured out a solution. They decided to let <b>ME</b> pick the winner. And you all know me, I cannot make a decision to save my life.<br />
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So, here is how I am going to pick the winner. This competition is limited to <b><i>ONLY</i></b> Kenny and Brittney. Sorry guys, you all will have a chance later to compete for the title of awesomeness.<br />
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1) You must write a story (much like my Once Upon a Saturday stories, only with your own style).<br />
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)<br />
3) You will be graded on creativity, originality, visual images, etc. (Man, I feel like an English teacher....)<br />
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 <i>blown up most of the time</i>.<br />
5) I cannot stress... BE CREATIVE! Draw pictures! Meago loves pictures! =D<br />
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May the best "Poker" win. :)Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-24142087880018099552010-08-28T20:26:00.000-07:002010-08-28T20:26:10.248-07:00Rubber Ducky, you're the one...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDsMSzUKs2ckYL74pBoDpfkcZJI2F3PPRdZ2_Ic0x-8_HCWYXFZFB5aC05fS3mTWeuSnHnH3r7IC94irDD-FPiTguhPBwJKqVAM4vr_OOZNSljvkTLxwataLWHNaOux_mUOFOqAa-R2G6/s1600/rubberduckieheartbreak.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDsMSzUKs2ckYL74pBoDpfkcZJI2F3PPRdZ2_Ic0x-8_HCWYXFZFB5aC05fS3mTWeuSnHnH3r7IC94irDD-FPiTguhPBwJKqVAM4vr_OOZNSljvkTLxwataLWHNaOux_mUOFOqAa-R2G6/s400/rubberduckieheartbreak.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This isn't the stop sign I wish I could post a picture of,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I can't walk around the corner at this time of night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I painfully pass by this stop sign every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But in all honesty, that's okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One week later,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's just a</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stop </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sign.</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-47077602591273853092010-08-25T19:32:00.000-07:002010-08-25T19:32:13.341-07:00Today I am a Super Hero<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zs0E85PYxrw3Z8t8SiP-qfHl2M7PyV1tYCqjhufiVV6dCrox_tUcSwb4Rn6MnDU4W0RTTDeNHEKPXPvz4se39QFU_wuwr8qTmbkYysOn1q2dQRC63N-EWBB1pmGur8d1Vvz9bYt_9pPj/s1600/meagoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zs0E85PYxrw3Z8t8SiP-qfHl2M7PyV1tYCqjhufiVV6dCrox_tUcSwb4Rn6MnDU4W0RTTDeNHEKPXPvz4se39QFU_wuwr8qTmbkYysOn1q2dQRC63N-EWBB1pmGur8d1Vvz9bYt_9pPj/s320/meagoman.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">She interviewed several citizens of the city. "Why is this city so important?!?" she asked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"We have an airport!" said another.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The strange citizen shrugged. "That's what it said on our Wikipedia page."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">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?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</i>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-12329830559887233422010-08-20T19:57:00.000-07:002010-08-20T19:57:24.032-07:00I've created a lot of evil monsters...But none are as terrifying as the...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh well, I blame the EBSP. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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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.<br />
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I'm the biggest loser on the face of this planet.<br />
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Until next time...Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-50293760820670136412010-08-17T20:16:00.000-07:002010-08-17T20:16:15.044-07:00Flowers Must be Watered.This is a public service announcement. I would like to let you all know that if you do <b>not</b> water your flowers, <b><u><i>they will die</i></u></b>. 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? ...<b>BECAUSE YOUR FLOWERS WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT WATER THEM</b>.<br />
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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?<br />
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Again, I repeat, <b>DO NOT BLAME YOUR FLOWERS IF THEY DIE</b>. 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. <b>You</b> declined to water them in the heat of the day. <b>You</b> declined to pull the weeds in their garden beds. <b>You</b> declined to fertilize them. <b>You</b> declined to love them. <br />
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Now, if your flowers have not died yet, please take the time to go water them. Love your flowers. They love you.<br />
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That is all.Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-62281117891316298412010-08-14T20:54:00.000-07:002010-08-14T20:54:22.273-07:00Once Upon a Saturday: The Adventures of Aty Part 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>Last time, on Once Upon a Saturday...</i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Hold up Monsta-Dude, I gotta take this..." She takes her phone out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oni, what do you want?" Aty sighed. "I'm about to fight this monsta."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Monsta can wait, dummy!" Oni cried. "I HAVE GOTTEN ABDUCTED!!!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Saaaay whaaa?!" Aty hung up her phone and looked at the Monsta. "Yo, monsta... I gotta split, can I reschedule this duel?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The Monsta burped in response. "...Okay. I'll take that as a yes." Aty then ran to her ATYMOBILE and called Oni back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"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.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">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!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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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. :)<br />
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</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-33211891863539983022010-08-11T18:15:00.000-07:002010-08-11T18:15:24.320-07:00Paying Homage to ChickenIf you know me well enough, you know that I am in love with the following:<br />
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<ol><li>Gelatis</li>
<li>Crafting</li>
<li>Cherry Coke</li>
<li><b><u>FRIED CHICKEN</u></b></li>
</ol><div>Now guess what I am paying homage to today? Yes, you are correct. Fried Chicken.</div><div><br />
</div><div>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.)</div><div><br />
</div><div>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 <b>ever</b>. But unfortunately, I cannot go to Sinbad's everyday. *Sadface*</div><div><br />
</div><div>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. </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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. </div><div><br />
</div><div>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. </div><div><br />
</div><div><i>Dear Chickens,</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>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. </i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>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!</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>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. </i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>Whatever. I made you guys a present. This represents my love for your <s>food</s> species. Enjoy!</i></div><div><i><br />
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</div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788895137987421933.post-42145656256269528282010-08-09T18:32:00.000-07:002010-08-09T18:32:28.628-07:00Writer's BlockI 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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. **</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">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!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**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.</span></div>Meagooo :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868342674987427614noreply@blogger.com0