The 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.

This is a demonic possession that holy water can't even fix!

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. The Cropidile was faulty at first for us, and we had to send that back too. 

But I have no doubt that the Imagine is going to be AWESOME! :) I'm so excited for it to come back! 

Quizzaroo about the Meagoroo

Time for a pop quiz guys. Who ever gets the highest score wins a free feature in Once Upon a Saturday... READY SET GO.

1) What is my favorite color?
2) What is my favorite number?
3) What is my WORST subject area?
4) How many pets do I have?
5) What is my favorite meal, EVER?
6) I spend my summers doing what?
7) What school activities do I participate in? (You will get one point for every activity you get right! ☺)

I'll post the answers sometime next week. Until then, home slices! ♥

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.

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!! ♥

I'm Either Busy or Lazy...

The beach is over. Sadface... :(

The last few days at the beach were pretty interesting. I lived in the ocean and the pool. When I didn't, I was prone to injury.

Injuries over the past few days:

~ I tripped over a stack of cups, and got a huge bruise on my arm, scrape on my knee, and cut my toe.

~ After I got home, I ran my pinky toe over with my grandmother's door.

~ I took my senior pictures today... And of course, I was wearing high heels. This equals blisters on my feet.

~ Today, my boyfriend accidentally punched me in the nose.

Yep, I'm a clutz. 

And, I'm lazy. The laziness I'm feeling is SEVERE. I have absolutely no pictures to share with you guys on this fine evening... But I do have this doodle I doodled the other day with one of my good friends at the beach. :)

I may be a lazy clutz, but I'm still pretty rad.

Yes, I Guess They Are Quite Silly...

Yes, boys and girls... I'm talking about Silly Bandz.

I love Silly Bandz. Call me whatever you want... Easily amused, crazy, child-like...Whatever. Truth be told, these silly rubber band bracelets can be quite a rip off. I refuse to pay $2.50 a package for twelve rubber bands that are going to break.

BUT, when I am at the check out counter of the Dollar Store (my favorite place!), and I see a pack of 12 for a dollar, then yes... I'm going to grab a handful.

This is a pile of Silly Bandz that actually fit me.

I have a whole other pile of ones that don't fit

me and will be given away to any small child

I find.

So, let's do some math, my friends! YAY! MATH! 

I bought 6 packs of Silly Bandz for one dollar each. There are twelve bracelets in each pack. I spent six dollars on 72 Silly Bandz.

If I was stupid, I would of gone to the Publix across the street. They have the SAME brand of Silly Bandz in a little basket for $2.50 each. So, with those six dollars, I could only buy two packs of silly bands. How sad. I would of spent FIVE DOLLARS on 24 Silly Bandz.

Therefore, I rock. :)

Meago is a BEACH BUM

As you may know, I've been spending two and a half weeks at the beach. We are leaving next Wednesday, so my time at the Gulf of Mexico is not quite over yet. (And no, there isn't any oil here.)

A typical day at the beach consists of the following:

I will wake up around 9 or 10 AM. I wobble into my parents' room and my mom makes me breakfast. (Yes, I know... I am sooo spoiled.) Typically, I would eat a bagel. But lately, I've felt like a fatty, so I've been having smoothies. Again, spoiled.

This is why I've given up bagels for a little while. :(

Anyway, eventually I'll get my lazy butt up and get a shower and get my bathing suit on. Yes, I have to get a shower before I go out in the ocean and pool and get dirty again. Is this logical? No. But oh well.

Sometimes, I'll be stupid and go out in the sun during the heat of the day. Typically, though, if I don't have any friends or extra family over, I'll stay inside and be lazy. Or, we'll go shopping. I like the latter, a lot. Trust me. :)

Whenever it's low tide, my mother and I will drag some friends with us and we'll go out on the sand bar. For those of you don't know what a sad bar is... I'll draw you a picture. =D

1. "Hey dude, I'm on the sand! Yay!"

2. "I'm in the ocean, yeahhhh."

3. "HOLY CRAP I CAN'T TOUCH ANYMORE!"

4. "Woah, snappums. I can touch now..."

Out here, we'll hunt for sand dollars and whatever else we can find. We've found various ropes out here, it's kind of scary. I've also seen dolphins, pelicans, and this kind of weird fish out on the sandbar:

He looked something like that... I think?

Eventually I'll come in, and we'll eat dinner. We never go out to eat while we are on vacation. My aunt and my mom (and sometimes  rarely myself) collaborate and make some good food. This would include carrots, bell peppers, steak... Oh man, we eat so much good food. No wonder I look like this right now:

M for Meago... and MEAAAT.

After dinner, I'll go shelling with a friend from our motel. Then we'll be all cold and jump in the heated pool, and won't come out until 10PM or so. (Yes, this is sooo against the rules. But, there's no one in the front office after eight, so who cares?!?!) 

Then, after all this is over... I'm here, blogging! :)

The Logo for a "Happy Meago"

So, there you go. My day is over after 1:30AM or 2AM... Yes, I am a night owl. And yes, I may stay up a little bit longer after this post is up. :)

Well, until next time, lovelies... I leave you with a picture of what I will be doing tomorrow... and the next day... and the next day...

And YES, I lotion up RELIGIOUSLY.

It was a Working Out, Rita's, and Quesadilla Kind of Day! :D

So, this morning I woke up. After watching the Dr. Oz Show (I absolutely love that show), I went to Curves with my aunt.

Yeah, they totally laughed at me.

Here I am, drawing again. Oh, Lord... *facepalm*

Although I may be the skinniest fat girl I know, I am also the weakest. I can see why all the ladies at Curves got a kick out of little old me working out and not knowing what the heck I was doing.

Anywho, after working out, my aunt and I ruined the work out by visiting my favorite place, Rita's. :) I don't know what I'm going to do without my Rita's when I go home... Oh yeah, I'll probably lose weight. See the diagram below.

Yeah, this is true. =/

So anyway, after Rita's, my aunt and I were discussing what we should have for dinner. "How about quesadillas?" I ask. My aunt replies, "What's a quesadilla?"

Therefore, I cooked these babies for dinner.

This was my dad's pile of quesadillas. They look like pancakes! =D

This was my quesadilla. Soooo good! :)

So, all in all, I have had a very productive and fun day! The playlist for tomorrow... An EPIC Quesadilla Tutorial. Maybe fully equipped with step-by-step pictures, but that depends on if I am cooking more quesadillas for lunch tomorrow. 

So, until then lovelies... I'm off. :)

Happy Meago = Happy Blog

As you can tell by the diagram below, I am happy.

I actually drew something. Wow, I suck at drawing.

I better keep my day job... What day job?

Nevermind.

Anyway, I'm going to work out with my aunt tomorrow. She can bring guests to Curves on Tuesdays. After the work out, we are going to RUIN it by going to my favorite place to ruin a work out... :)

RITA'S BABY! :D

And, of course... How could I not be happy? I spent today and yesterday with my BFF and my boyfriend. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. I have a BFF and a boyfriend. :)

I'm also at the beach. WHY WOULDN'T I BE BEAMING WITH JOY?! :)

And I'm totally becoming a master at paint.net. Granted, I wish I had Photoshop... But hey, I'm thankful. And happy. But I mean, come on... Look at that picture. It's Beasting!!

I also have a Twitter now. So, if anybody out there is reading... Ahem... You should totally follow me.

So yeah, I'm raising my can of Phosphoric Win (aka Coca-Cola) to my happiness. Until then, I am off.

Love always, Meagoooo! :)

Welcome Home! :)

I have been meaning to get back to blogging for quite some time now. Now, here I am. :)

Me... I'm Meago! Most know me as Meagan, though. But, you know... Meago is nice! :)

I like to talk, make crafts, eat food, and have fun. I crochet, make jewelry, scrapbook... You name the craft, I've probably done it.

I'm looking forward to my little adventure I'm going to have here on Blogger. :D

Until next time... <3meagoooo!