My life with David C. Garcia and other tales

Country mouse?

2011-10-21T15:21:00.002-04:00

Oh I get it....I know what my problem is. I hate living in the suburbs. Time to move to the city. I'm no country mouse.

My babies

2011-09-30T14:03:00.003-04:00

I know most parents think this, but I have to say there's something magical about my children. Maybe it's the innocence in their eyes or their smile when they look at me. I just feel like they are here to do good. Like their so purpose in life is to make the world a better place. People seem to fall in love with them and not in that fake "we have to pretend we like them" way, but an honestly become smitten with them.

I love my children and am so blessed to have them. I never liked kids and wasn't dying to have any. David and I had discussed having kids but it was a if it happens it happens kind of mentality. It's a lot of work having kids. People say that and it's one of those things that you kind just say "Yeah yeah yeah...how hard can it really be?" I had no idea! They are a handful.

Especially Lex because he's two and mobile. Lucy however is really attached to me for some reason. I have to be in her line of sight or else she freaks out. I ran out to pick up dinner for us the other week and when I came home David said that he just calmed her down because she frreaked out as soon as I left. She's giving him a complex. I think she's just a "mommy's girl". I love being a wife and a mom. If anyone had told me what I was in for even six years ago, I would've said you're crazy! I had no idea my life would change so drastically. I guess to put it a different way, I feel like my life started.

I don't want you to get me wrong. I'm not one of those women who is more in love with their children then they are their own husband. My identity isn't as David's wife or Lex and Lucy's mother. I am still me. I still want to be social away from my family. I am thinking of my future which is why I've gone back to school. I've decided that I will continue on to Law School after I complete my degree. I would just say marrying David and having our babies has made me more dimensional. I'm not as superficial as I used to be. However I still judge people by their shoes.

Political rant

2011-09-22T16:12:00.002-04:00

As I have said many times I am a republican. Card carrying member since 1998. Even before then I was a republican. I was born into a family of republicans. I am a Marine Brat whose father worked at HMX and got the honor of serving the last good President we had Ronald Reagan.

I don't always agree with my party, Michelle Bachmann annoys me. I really don't like Sarah Palin. I don't agree with my parties views on same sex marriage. Someone give me a reason why gay people shouldn't get married that does not involve the "Bibles" definition. I do think that the health care industry needs an overhaul. I'm for the right to own a gun. Why? There are bad guys everywhere. You're telling me that if you get guns out of homes that the bad guys aren't going to get them elsewhere? You are delusional. Especially since the economy is so bad that in some towns they can't afford to have a fully staffed police department. You bet your sweet behind I am going to have a gun to protect my babies. Anyone breaks into my house and endangers my family will be shot.

I am also pro-life. That is as far as I willing to talk about it. I once saw someone post something along the lines of "if you are pro-life you are only kidding yourself. You are anti-choice." I will resist the urge to punch that person in the face next time I see them. That would be as ridiculous as me posting "If you are pro-choice you are only kidding yourself. You are pro-death."

I also think that it is ridiculous that they want to raise the taxes on the wealthy. Why? I mean seriously why? They earned that money and they do pay taxes. There is this stupid posting put out by Elizabeth Warren. Yes, the rich didn't get rich on their own. But you know what? They still pay taxes. You want to raise taxes for corporations? Guess what will happen? That's right more jobs will be sent overseas. Why? Because the labor is cheaper and they won't have to pay taxes. So how will this fix the economy? Oh that's right it won't. I'm not going to give the knee jerk response that most conservatives would and call her a communist. I will instead just say I strongly disagree with her.

You want to fix the economy and bring down the unemployment rate? How about you give the big corporations more tax breaks as an incentive to bring the jobs back to America! Duh.

I find it amusing that all these politicians are vilifying the wealthy when they themselves are richer then I will probably ever be. I personally think it's a joke. Talk to me about raising the taxes on the wealthy when a.) They stop giving themselves pay raises that they clearly don't deserve b.) get the spending under control and c.) All of them stop pointing fingers and blaming the other party. They are all idiots and remember what they say about pointing a finger...there's always three pointing back.

I don't know a lot about politics. I don't like to hear other peoples opinions. I know I'm contradicting myself by writing a post about it but at least you have the option to not come read my blog. I will simply end this post with a quote from Reagan.

"Government's first duty is to protect the people, not run their lives."

Ronald Reagan

My hump my hump

2011-09-02T09:08:00.001-04:00

I wish my butt was back up where it used to be. It moved to Miami when I wasn't looking.

The future....

2011-07-28T21:46:00.002-04:00

Since I was a little girl I have always stared out windows and daydreamed. I always dream about my future and where I am going and what I will be doing. I used to daydream about what my husband would look like and if I would have children. I always thought about where I would be living and what job I would have. Even now I stare out my window. I'm still thinking about the future and where we will be going. Who's my next friend that I am going to meet. What will our first house we buy look like. What my children will look like and what will they be when they are grown. My conversations with David are always about our future. I'm always planning. I find it exciting. I know that they say "Today is a gift and that's why it's called the present." But to me thinking about the future is like that moment when you get a gift and it's wrapped up and you have no idea what's in it.

Whenever I think about the future I'm always happy. My life always seems happy. Maybe it's because I like to look at the glass as half full. There is a lot about me that has changed over the past few years. I don't know why but it has. I've decided that there is no point in walking around with a chip on my shoulder. There is no point on focusing on the past because I can't change it. Yet my outlook for the future has always remained consistent. It's always bright. What do you picture when you think about the future? I always see the sun rising, there's always a breeze and it's always warm. There's always a lightness to me. I'm always fulfilled. I'm always smiling. When I think about the future the feeling I get is almost like a rush or like in your favorite song when it builds up to the crescendo.

I think for me thinking about the future is a coping mechanism I developed. It's been on overdrive since June 2001 when I moved back here. I have always thought about the future and where I would be living. Whatever it is, it makes me happy. I'm just curious about what people see when they think about the future. Maybe I'm the only one who does this. To some the future can be overwhelming. To me it's a comfort.

Annnnnnd.....

2011-05-20T09:27:00.001-04:00

I've been medicated. I'm on Zoloft. Stupid Postpartum...

A plug...

2011-05-18T22:17:00.002-04:00

Just letting anybody who reads this blog (I'm not sure who does) but I've started up my Skinny Girl To Be blog. I totally have been working out and totally just did 1,000 crunches. What up?!!!

The Education of Mrs. Garcia

2011-05-11T13:25:00.003-04:00

What is up everybody? How are we all doing? Good, glad to hear it. Oh that's so sad. Yada yada yada.

La Lucia is 5 weeks and one day old. She's so big! Fussy...got a bit of an attitude and always dressed fashionably. Oh god...she may just turn into a mini me!

But that's not why I am writing this blog. I did it! After years of saying I would, I finally did. That's right I am a registered college student. I even declared my major...Legal Studies. So in roughly about three years and a month (if I don't take a break that is) I will have a B.S (tee hee).

I am currently registered for four classes. The first two start July 4th. One is a required course by the school. Basically this is how you go to school online dummy! The other one I registered for was World Religions. I have always been fascinated with other religions. Then after that it's onto College Algerbra (Lord grant me the strentgh) and an English writing class. Which I am really looking forward to because my grammar skills have gone down the tubes.

I'm eager to start. I figure my story will be able to maybe influence Lex and Lucy. The whole wandering around aimlessly in dead end jobs for ten years hopefully will convince them that that isn't the life they want. It sure as hell isn't what I want.

I'm really looking forward to the big money I can make with my degree at the law firms in Seattle. So right now I have all these cheesy motivational sayings going through my head like "The tassle is worth the hassle" "Goonies never say die!"

I just like that I waited until I was married with two kids and a house to run before going back to school. I never said I do things the easy way....sigh.

Onwards and upwards !!!

Sigh...

2011-04-28T14:58:00.002-04:00

I feel restless. Like I need a change. Yes, I know I just had a baby and that's a huge change. I go through this phase at least once or twice a year where I literally feel like I have to move out of Fredericksburg or I may die. It's annoying and I annoy everyone around me. I can't move anywhere for at least the next five years. I just wish this feeling would go away.

Also I feel lonely and isolated. I think this is postpartum, not the scary kind. Just the usual one that everyone experiences after having a baby.

I feel like my life is moving really fast and I feel like before I know it it's going to be too late to do anything with my life. I think I feel this way because basically my 20's were a complete waste of a decade. Like I never did anything or went anywhere. Now I'm married with two babies and I can't just move to New York or L.A because I want to check it out.

My 30's I believe will be the decade where I make up for having wasted my 20's. I guess it'll be all about finding the balance of pleasing my family and myself.

Maybe I should start seeing a shrink...maybe I should be medicated.

I Love Lucy

2011-04-21T11:32:00.002-04:00

She's here! My little baby bunny, my little diamond is here. She looks so much like Lex it's scary. Like they could be twins except they were born almost two years apart. She's very sweet but serious. If I believed in reincarnation I would say she's been here before. She has that look in her eyes that she's been here before and that she has a lot to do.

She's strong just like her big brother. She already holds her head up to look at you when you hold her on your shoulder. She may actually be stronger then Lex. That's my girl!!!

The first few nights at home with her were a little scary. Poor thing would spit up everything. A few times she choked and that was terrifying! To see your little baby so scared and turning red and trying to gasp for air is so scary. But we found a new formula for babies with Acid Reflux and that seems to have done the trick. She stays fuller longer and so far we have very fortunate to not have had any more scary nights. Although I am an expert with the boogie sucker outter.

She has a healthy appetite...already put on a pound since leaving the hospital. She's starting to smile and the other night (as I posted on Facebook) she laughed out loud in her sleep.

Sleep how I miss it. It's better now with the new formula but she still gets me up at least once in the middle of the night and then is awake for at least an hour or two. However before switching formulas she was getting me up every hour/hour and a half. So I was the walking dead there for a week and a half or so.

I don't think I'm suffering from the baby blues. I do notice that I am very motivated to get back into the gym because I hate the way I look. I feel a little better about my appearance since I got my hair did yesterday. But I still suffer from the same self loathing of my body as I always have. Losing weight I don't foresee being a problem because number 1.) I'm not hungry and number 2.) I don't have time to eat. I always thought people with children so close in age said that to cover up the fact that they have an eating disorder but it's true. There just doesn't seem to be time to sit down and eat much less fix myself lunch.

I will be starting back up my skinny girl to be blog here shortly once I can get back into the gym.

How is my Turtle doing...He has entered the terrible twos. Lord. Help. Me! He's still cute and is slowly starting to warm up to Lucy. He gave her a "kissy kissy" and today has been fascinated with her little toes. He's into everything and is getting quite familiar with the Time Out chair. I'm pretty sure he thinks his name is "Alexander No." Ha! Even though he is throwing hissy fits he's still my sweet little boy and still loves to give out hugs and kisses. I'm trying to hold on to everyday with him because I know in a blink of an eye he will be a teenager and won't want anything to do with me much less hold my hand.

My poor husband is working himself to death. Since the two weeks before Lucy arrived he's been running on little to no sleep. First he's started going into work at the ungodly hour of 6:45 am to appease his stupid company. I'm not going to air out the dirty laundry but let's just say this lady hasn't been happy and my husband has had to calm me down. Plus he's a full time college student. Then we had to get our house in order because my Mother in Law came in for a visit and she stayed at our house so I wanted everything to be perfect but was too pregnant to do a lot of it on my own. So there was poor Mr. Garcia coming homing after a 10-12 hour workday starting to work around the house for about 2-3 hours in the evening for the week prior to Lucy being born. He wasn't eating until 10:00 at night and then immediately going to bed and starting all over again at 6:30. Needless to say the day after we brought Lucy home I forced him to take a nap because he was so tired he didn't even realize just how tired he was. He was so busy taking care of everyone else he forgot to take care of himself. So for the first time in about 2 years Mr. Garcia took a nap!

I've been doing a lot of reflecting. My concern now is my family and how can I provide the best life for them. So probably this time next year I am going to go back to school. I am going to get my Associates in Paralegal Studies. I love staying at home with my babies but once they are in school it's a little more hard to justify being a stay at home wife/mom. So I love secretarial work and working as a paralegal but want to make more money doing so. Plus as I have said before my lack of education has been an embarrassment to me so I'm going to change it.

Also in reflecting I've been taking a look at the area we live in. It's not at all someplace I want to raise my children. The school systems are atrocious and frankly there is a lot lacking in this area. I want more out of life for my children. Both David and I lived abroad and in a way that makes us both snobs because we've seen the world and know that there is more to offer that just this little burg. I won't be sending my kids to public school out here if I can afford it because (I'm not just saying this to be biased) Lex is quick to figure things out. He has a very curious nature about himself that I can only imagine he gets from his father. I imagine David was the same exact way when he was a toddler so my fear is that Lex would get lost in the system. It happens all the time. Let's also be honest...I've never liked this area. I actually started crying when my parents told me we were moving back here because my Dad was retiring. I have honestly tried to be happy with my life out here but I'm not. So it's time to move on.

My hope is to move out to Seattle within the next 5-7 years. David will be finished with his degree we will have hopefully by then bought new cars and have them close to being paid off, Lex and Lucy will be in school but still young enough that it won't destroy their world to leave here and hopefully Grammy and Grampy will be able to move out there around that same time. I have to be realistic though...the move may not happen but everything I want is out in the Pacific Northwest. There is so much more culture, the school systems are way superior, and the cost of living is more affordable. Sure housing will be more expensive to buy but they pay more out there. With both of us working and making a livable income that really shouldn't hurt us too much. Plus here were barely scrapping by on what David gets paid. Cost of living keeps going up but David's paycheck sure as hell doesn't. His company's stance? Not their problem. Just do the work and shut up. Don't let them know if your unhappy or you'll be fired. Nice.

So that's what's going on in our little world. Our plan for the future. And how our family of three is doing now that we are a family of four. Life overall is good. We are all healthy, have a roof overhead, food in our bellies and about 98% debt free. Well until student loans kick in. I have a beautiful family and a husband who loves me more then I thought anyone would. And I love my husband more then anything in the world. I'm very lucky. Not everyone has all of those boxes in their life checked. I do know and am very grateful. I just want to make everything perfect.

T-Minus 51 days

2011-02-12T18:38:00.002-05:00

Yep, that's how much time is left until my little Lucia arrives. I'm excited and nervous. Thank you Erin for answering questions I had.

Something I'm really looking forward to is (besides having the baby and no longer having a watermelon size belly) getting back to the gym. I was too tired and too busy getting sick to go to the gym. I miss it. I haven't gone in months and can't wait to get back in there. I have a vision of how I want to look and want to start working on it. I know I have to be patient because I can't do any heavy duty stuff (like run on the treadmill or Zumba) but I can get on the elliptical and do some upper body weight lifting after six weeks. The other stuff I have to wait THREE months.

I also have purged my closet and dresser of clothes because I need a whole make over. I'm so bored! I used to be this like fashionable girl who always did her hair and make up and had an actual style. Now I'm like the stereotypical "housewife" except I don't wear sweats. My hairs usually in a ponytail and sometimes it's like weeks before I actually wear makeup. Yeah...ME! So I'm going to stop that because that isn't who I am. I've just been so tired that I frankly don't have the energy. And lets be honest I hardly leave the house anymore because I'm so tired. But that actually is because of the pregnancy and a lovely thing called anemia. So I'm taking iron twice a day and my prenatal vitamins. My hair is super long!!!! Last time I took my vitamins and my hair didn't grow like this but it's almost as long as it was when I worked at Borders.

So I'm looking forward to having a little bit of a makeover because I'm unhappy with my appearance and I'm the only one who can change it.

Something else I'm looking forward too is our trip to DISNEY WORLD!!!! I'm one of those paranoid people so I refuse to post when I will be out of town and am actually not telling a lot of people because people don't think and post things like "Hey have fun at Disney! See you when you get back." Not that that's like a horrible thing but I just don't want it out there when we'll be gone. So we're going later on this year. I'm so excited! I can't wait to see Lexie's face when we get there. Plus it will be nice to get away. Recently all of our trips have been to see family but that's not a vacation. So I can't wait to get away! Plus I'm tired of getting annoyed at all of the vacation photos everyone posts on Facebook. Like it just makes me bitter even though I know it shouldn't. It's the green eyed monster in me. I should really get over it.

Well I think that's it for now. Gotta go torture the Turtle by giving him medicine. Poor little guy has the sniffles. I feel really bad when he eats because it's clearly difficult to chew while holding his breath. Yesterday it was really bad! His little nose was a faucet. Ahhh the joys of parenthood.

Till next time!

Onwards and upwards.

A little bit of a rant

2011-01-12T11:47:00.002-05:00

Hi, I know I haven't posted anything in a long time but I'm tired of biting my tongue. So here's the thing...

STOP BLAMING SARAH PALIN FOR THE TUCSON TRAGEDY! Listen I am a long time Republican as I have stated many times before and I'm not going to apologize for it because I'm not embarrassed. Do I like Sarah Palin...NO! I don't. I wish she would stay in Alaska and do something good like raise more awareness for Down Syndrome since her youngest child is a special needs child. Do I agree with how far to the right the party is heading...No! Would I become a lefty? Uh...no. Not at all.

The reason I feel like I have to blog about Palin is because I'm tired of hearing she is to blame. No. She is not. Yes she is an idiot, but as we can all agree the loudest people tend to be. She did not fire the gun. Jared Lee Loughner did. I do wish they would stop showing his mugshot because he scares me! I think almost as much as Charles Manson.

I feel that in blaming Palin you are taking blame away from Loughner. Most importantly there are families that lost loved ones in that shooting. A child, a newly engaged man with a bright future, a judge,the husband who tried to protect his wife, a wife who was devoted to her husband of 55 years & a grandmother. That is where the tragedy is. Their families need us to pray for them, to offer our thoughts, not turn an already horrible event into an even uglier one.

My heart breaks thinking about the parents never being able to hear their daughter laugh. Never getting to see what type of woman she would've grown up to be. It also breaks for the fiancee who was planning her wedding and dreaming of her future life with the man she loved. It breaks for the spouses who lost their significant others.

So enough with the bashing Palin. You want her to go away then ignore her. Don't give her any power. Give her as much thought as you would to the annoying coworker who is always spouting on about crap they don't know. Get off the bandwagon.

Hello hello

2010-10-19T16:00:00.002-04:00

How is everyone doing? Good good....glad to hear it.

Phew what a week. I celebrated my birthday with a few friends and my family. It was wonderful. My husband spoiled me big time. To totally brag...he bought me a Tiffany bracelet and an Amazon Kindle. I have no idea what I did to deserve such wonderful gifts but I love them both so much! I have to say though that this is going to be my last birthday party. I am in no way trying to be a "Debbie Downer" but something always happens on my birthday.

First of all my birthday is the 23rd of October. One week and a day before Halloween. I always end up hearing "Oh gosh, I already committed to going to a Halloween party for that same night." Also there are a million and one people born in the month of October. So I also hear "Oh I can't go that's the same night as my sisters birthday party." So I usually just don't bother.

My hubby doesn't seem to get it. Growing up it was always dinner with the family with cake and presents afterwards. That's it. Simple and nice. Just how I like it. So that's all I want.

This birthday (which is this Saturday coming up) is going to be sad. Unfortunately a very dear friend of the family passed away VERY unexpectedly. My heart goes out to that family especially the two daughters. We met because our Moms worked together and they decided that we should hang out. We were 10, 11 and 12. When I came back from Okinawa we all became friends again. Their Mother was like an Aunt to me and she had no problem talking to me like I was one of her own children. Needless to say she, just like my own Mom, did not approve of my nose ring or tongue ring either. When I came back from Oki and was having a long distance relationship with a Marine who played the guitar she told me to "Get rid of him. Guitar players are no good." Sure enough I got broken up with over the phone with these words..."I forgot to tell you, I was in love with someone else the whole time."

She was known for her sauce and lasagna. Just like any other good Italian Mom you better come over to her house hungry because she would make you eat anyway.

All she ever wanted was to have grandchildren. My Mom and I ran into her while I was pregnant with Lex and she went on about "I don't care if they're married. They have places to go to have babies. They can have the baby and then I will take it away from them so I can take care of it."

I know she was excited when she was told by her daughter that she was getting married. The first thought in her head probably wasn't "My baby's getting married!" more like "I'm gonna be a grandma!" They are in the middle of planning the wedding and getting everything ready.

Sadly...that same feisty lady (who was always dressed nicely and had her hair and makeup perfectly done) passed away. A huge shock and an even bigger loss. She was well known in the community because she was heavily involved with Church and was a very good business woman with connections everywhere.

I can't imagine what it's like to have to go through this. My heart goes out to the family. I know if it were me I wouldn't be able to function. I wish I could make all of this go away. I wish they didn't have to go through the pain of losing a Mother and a Wife way way WAY before her time. There are no words that I can express to help them. I always fear I will say the wrong thing. I've lost relatives and friends. Never have I had to experience this. Nor do I want to.

I've told them that I'm there for them and have prayed for them. Funny enough at my birthday party my wish wasn't for me but for her. I've cried everyday since I got the call. Not for Laurie but for the family.

So farewell Mrs. Wideman. You have no idea how much you will be missed. But now you can watch over your family. I hope you will rest in peace.

I don't do camping

2010-09-20T17:03:00.002-04:00

Camping...something my whole family loves to do. Except for me. I know for a FACT I truly hate camping. Sleeping out in nature, not being able to bathe properly, not able to control the temperature, and bugs! And spare me the whole fresh air thing...so overrated.

Now I understand the attraction people have. I get it. However this girl is a city mouse and I like it that way! I get creeped out when I go to friends who live to far down 610 in Stafford. Some people like sleeping in tents and cooking food over an open fire. I like hotels with room service.

My disdain for camping started when I was 11 the summer between 5th and 6th grade. I had a best friend in 5th grade. She was a total bookworm and had freckles and red hair. We got along well. We always had slumber parties, sat next to each other on the bus and even used the same shampoo. Strawberry scented Suave.

As it turned out she was a Girl Scout. I had been a Brownie in first grade for like 3 months. Then started talking about going on a camp out and I asked my Mom if I could drop out.

It was getting to be the end of the year and Becca started talking about this Girl Scout camp she was going to go to for a week during the summer. At this time I was really into American Dolls and had just read the Molly summer book where she goes to an away camp and I thought...That sounds like fun. So I asked my parents and they said I could go.

I was so excited! I was going to camp with my best friend! It was going to be awesome. We ordered a whole bunch of summer clothes from JC Penney. I had to get a physical before I could go. The next thing I knew it was summer and time for me to go.

We drove somewhere out in the middle of nowhere Virginia and I was so excited. I see Becca and we start running around checking out everything. Before I knew it my parents had left and all of a sudden it dawned on me. I'm in the middle of nowhere without my family. And so the crying began.

Before I get into that let me describe where I was sleeping. First of all we were in the woods. Gross! Second of all the "cabins" I thought we would be sleeping in were not cabins. No, they were tents. Tents with the flaps rolled up and beds with mosquito netting over them. Oh and there was a rule. You couldn't kill anything. Found that out the first night when a wolf spider decided to share our tent and the counselor just swept it out. It was hot and humid and I was miserable.

When my parents left I started to cry. I cried through dinner. I cried in the shower. I cried and cried and cried. I was that girl. I guess to try to help me get over the crying the counselors finally let me call home. I begged my Mom to let me come home. I said "I hate it hear and I want to come home!" My Mom said "I can't come pick you up. Get some sleep and I'm sure you will feel better. I call you tomorrow before I go to work." I hung up the phone and continued to cry. I cried all the way back to that tent and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning came and I ate breakfast and we started to break into our groups to do stupid arts and crafts. I looked at the clock and it was like 10. My Mom had promised to call me. So I started asking the counselor if she knew if my Mom had called. Finally some older woman told me "Oh she called but we thought it would make you more upset if you spoke to her." I responded with "HOW DARE YOU!!!" I was a theater nerd who had an obsession with movies from the 40's and watched General Hospital so yes that is how I spoke when I was 11.

As you can guess...I started to cry again. So to shut me up once again they took me to call my Mom. Once again I begged to come home. My Mom told me she couldn't because she had to work. My father at the time was stationed all the way down in Norfolk and my brother couldn't be bothered to pick me up. She reminded me that it was Monday and that I would be home Saturday. So I was going to have to tough it out until then. So I hung up the phone and cried.

I had no choice but to suffer through it. The stupid arts and crafts, the childish "theater" classes, and the awful humidity and bugs.

Then I found out that on Wednesday we were going to come all the way down to Fredericksburg to watch a performance of "The Music Man." I saw it as my opportunity out of this hell hole! So I asked if I could bring my stuff and have my Mom pick me up. They said "No." How could they tell me no? To be honest I had been crying and complaining so much I'm surprised they didn't want to just get rid of me.

So there I was in Fredericksburg watching "The Music Man" with a lot of people I knew from having been involved with local community theater groups. I thought about begging someone to give me a ride home. I knew no one could do it. So we got back on the bus and I cried because I was so so so close to home.

Remember when I mentioned my Dad was stationed in Norfolk at the time? He came home every weekend, yep drove two hours every Friday just to be home for the weekend. That Friday he added an extra 3 hours to his commute just to pick me up. One day early.

I was never so happy to see my Dad. I jumped into the truck and never looked back. We went out to my favorite restaurant that night (Golden Corral) and I told them everything that happened. Oh something really embarrassing, I was so homesick that when I opened up my suitcase I found a dryer sheet. I kept it under my pillow because it smelled like home.

My Mom reminded me a few years ago about the letters I had written to her while I was away. They all said the same thing. "I hate it here and I want to come home."

About a week later I called Becca to apologize for being such a wet blanket and asked her how the last night at camp was. She said it was fun and that they had a sing along around a bonfire. I asked if she wanted to come over and go swimming and she said she couldn't. And that was the last time I talked to Becca on the phone. I saw her in the hallway at school and would wave but we were never friends like that again.

I've been camping a few times since then but I still hate it. In Okinawa we went to a smaller island to camp called Iheya Island. They had feral cats that sounded like mountain lions, bathrooms that looked like they belonged in a Stephen King novel, & no American style toilets in said bathroom. Also I got attacked by a folding chaise lounge. It totally swallowed me whole.

So there's my adventure in camping. I don't like it. If our next baby is a girl I won't make her go. Just do yourself a favor...if you have a daughter who is a little princess save yourself the headache and don't send her to camp. Unless it's a day camp.

Another opening another show

2010-09-05T20:25:00.003-04:00

So yesterday was the opening of "There's a Monster in My Closet." It went pretty well. Nothing to horrible. Except for one of my scenes which always seems to have a problem. Just one of those things.

More importantly it was Lexie's big theatrical debut!!! So I'm a big ol'crybaby now. Ever since I had Lex and combine that with me being pregnant (I feel like I'm always PREGNANT) I started to tear up. I held it together though. My Mom didn't she started crying when she saw him.

I think though this will be it for the whole acting thing for awhile. With yet another baby on the way, I gotta put my stuff to the side and focus on being a Mom. My time of being selfish is over. Maybe this will be good for me. Help me figure out what it is I want to do.

My new/old crush.

2010-09-03T12:41:00.004-04:00

When I was like 15 we finally got "3rd Rock From the Sun." That started my crush on Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Like many other girls my age. I would watch that show mainly so I could watch him. Also like many young girls you grow up and forget about your teen crushes.

All of a sudden that young schoolgirl crush has returned thanks in part to movies such as the amazing "Inception" and "500 Days of Summer." If I weren't married...It's okay because David has Asia Argento.

Here comes the baby carriage...again.

2010-08-27T16:57:00.003-04:00

So much to my surprise I am pregnant. Again! Someday I will figure out what causes this. Just kidding!

I gotta be honest. At first I was like "Oh no! How are we going to do this. We barely have money as is." Then my Mom pointed out that nothing will change. Lex will be old enough to try and potty train and all the formula and baby food will now go to "Bunny." Like she always says "just throw another potato in the pot." So that's what we will do.

I'm concerned that Lex will eventually grow to resent Bunny because he'll feel he got robbed of time with just us. David keeps telling me they will be best friends and watch out for each other. He's 23 months older then his brother Chris, like he's some sort of expert.

So we have no idea when Bunny's due date is. We are guessing anywhere between March-May. I think I am actually a lot farther a long then we first thought. I feel a lot of activity in the baby area. I swear there's a bed in there that she's jumping on. Right now I'm convinced it's a girl. Also I've started to wonder if we are having twins. They run on both sides of the family and it's the generation to have twins. That would be....mind blowing to say the least.

So here I am. Preggie Meggie once again. I hope this one is as cute as the last one!

As your body grows bigger...

2010-08-12T13:45:00.003-04:00

So I think I am going to go back to school once Lex is in school. I'm gonna start at the local community college and finally knuckle down. One of the things I've always been ashamed about is my lack of education. I always feel like everyone is smarter then I am. I guess the best way to describe it is it's like everyone has an inside joke and I'm not let in on it.

So I still don't know what I want to study. I mean I know what I don't want to study...like I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer. I don't even really want to study theater. So I have decided that I will begin with the general studies and figure out after I complete that. It will be in a couple of years. I want to have Lex in Pre School so that way I can take classes at the same time. Avoid the whole paying a sitter thing.

In the meantime I have found a website that teaches you how to do math for free. Which I plan on utilizing because this lady is down right dumb when it comes to math. I want to work on my math so when I take a placement test I may be able to pass it. I want to conquer my math phobia!

So that's my idea (for right now) now if only I could figure out what I want to major in...

My brain hurts.

2010-07-31T19:50:00.002-04:00

So since I'm a haus frau I have a lot of time to think. About random stuff. Starting a band, daydreaming about being really thin, finally getting a new car. Most of the time however my mind winds up back to where do I want to be.

Easy answer of course. Seattle. I love it there. I love how polite the people are. I love how courteous they are on the road. People actually smile and say "Hello" in stores. Just randomly. It must be all the clean air. I want to live in Seattle because I love the city. I know I would be very happy there. I know that that is where I should be.

Unfortunately that will never happen. I can't leave my parents. I never had grandparents. I never got to spend the summer at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I never got the joy of my parents sending me over there while they went out on a date night. I don't have any stories to tell. Both my Grandmothers died long before I was ever even thought of. My Maternal Grandfather left while my Mom was really young. My Paternal Grandfather I did meet and did spend sometime with. I have three memories of Grandpa Lloyd.

The first one is eating a LOT of strawberries at his house. They just counted as I gorged myself. The second is when I had the ever living daylights scarred out of me. Grandpa Lloyd was going to give us a tortoise. I didn't know what it was it just looked like a rock to me. So I put me little 3 year old face up to it to look and the darn thing just flung it's head out at me! It scarred me so bad I jumped back and fell down, ripping my white tights in the process. Needless to say we didn't take the tortoise and my brother has still not forgiven me for this to the day. The final memory I have of my Grandpa Lloyd was 10 years later. It would be the last time I saw him. We went and drove around the Marine Corps Air Base that we lived in before moving to Va. We stopped at McDonald's and had lunch. He had a hamburger and a cup of coffee. Then we dropped him off at his house and I said "Now Grandpa, quit smoking." He passed away about three weeks later.

So the reason I'm writing about that is because I want to be sure Lex has endless stories that he can tell about his Grandparents. So that means we're staying here.

I mean I don't want to leave my family. I don't think I could. I finally have some really good friends whom I know will be around for a long time.

I believe that ultimately if we did move, David would only do it because I want to. Then I wouldn't be happy because I can't just go over to my Parent's house whenever I want. That Lex's memories would be limited to once a year or two.

I'm also torn because I know that I have wanted to move to Seattle. I was supposed to move out there after high school. That obviously didn't happen. I never wanted to move to Va. I knew once I got on the plane to Okinawa, I was never moving back here. I never missed it the whole time we were out there. And when my parents told me we were moving back here because Dad was retiring, well I started to cry. Because I'm a brat.

So here's how it all works out...in my world Seattle would be located where Fredericksburg is so I'm still close to New England. That way all the people I love are here but I still get to live in the city that I love. And none of the stupid rednecks are allowed in my city. And this way I get to keep a lot of the history that I enjoy about living here. My world is awesome!

I'm not ashamed...

2010-07-18T18:49:00.002-04:00

I am not ashamed to admit that I am sad "The Hills" has ended. Okay okay I think you all are done booing me and throwing things at me. I fully admit I was caught up in the drama. I was there all the times Heidi thought she was pregnant. I was there before Spencer. Before Whitney moved to "The City." When Stephanie confronted Lauren at the club. The first time we were introduced to Justin Bobby. I was mad at Lauren for choosing ugly old Jason over Paris. And I was there for every awkward silence and all of Audrina's vacant stares. I will miss all of the drama surrounding Brody Jenner. Man that dude is hot! Oh but not as hot as my husband.

Most of all I will miss all of the different shots of LA and Hollywood. I don't care if it was fake, scripted reality, or manipulated television. I want my Hills and I want it back now. Without Kristen cause she's kinda boring. Dude why are you so angry? Why do you want to fight so much?

So goodbye kids. I don't know if you have any actual skills outside of eating lunch and doing shots...but good luck in all of your future endeavors.

So tired

2010-07-18T18:29:00.002-04:00

So last Friday I decided to step back into my past and attend at techno night that some of my friends were spinning at. I have now realized I have grown out of this scene. And for once I am not just talking about my size. Somehow I grew up...when this happened I don't know. Maybe it was August 30, 2008 (when I got married) or maybe it was June 30, 2009(when I had my baby removed.) When it happened I don't know but it did happen none the less.

I enjoyed going out because sometimes I think to myself "I need out!" So it was fun to go out and hang out with one of my best friends. Dear Jessie, We live 20 minutes away from each other and never hang out...Let's change this! Anyhoo...First time we have hung out and listened to techno music since like 1999. Well we are married, she has two kids and I have the Turtle. We tried to dance and only succeeded at it for one minute. We used to dance for HOURS. Also another reason I know I'm old is because I was really annoyed at having to say "WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD!"

Another example of me being old is what time I went home. Now mind you this former party kid didn't stop partying until the sun had been up and most people had already eaten their breakfast and mowed their lawn. I was always one of the last to pass out. My father had always said..."Nothing good happens after midnight." I always argued saying that's when the party starts. What time did I call my husband to come pick me up? 11:40. Yep...I'm a pumpkin. Also notice I wrote "What time did I call my husband to pick me up?" Yeah that's another thing...I had a DD.

So while it was nice to see some people I hadn't seen in years, there is some truth to the whole "You can't go home..." It's a little bittersweet. I always kinda had this Peter Pan complex. Now I'm a wife and a mother. I prefer wine to beer. My cooking to McDonalds. Kybecca to The Tavern. And most nights being home with my family then out with my friends.

I write that now but if you call me on Friday I might just ditch my kid and husband and go out!

I totally forgot!!!!

2010-07-10T22:59:00.002-04:00

I hate our furniture so the other week David and I went to Ashley Furniture and put a down payment for a new couch and a new loveseat. I couldn't find the exact one on the website but this is what it looks like...

In this color however...

So I plan on having like creams and neutrals colors through out the two front rooms but with a little pop of color here and there like green. Hidden here and there. I fell in love with this lamp at Ikea.

Also in the living room I am finally going to hang all of the pictures that we have from our Wedding (when I pick them up) that are in black and white.

Oh and the kitchen...Well even Miss Golightly would love it! Tiffany Blue walls under the chair rail. I even have my beloved martini glass that I was given at my bridal shower that was engraved with "Meggsie Golightly." So that's the plan for the house. You know once I finish cleaning and putting away.

This old house.

2010-07-10T22:42:00.002-04:00

Oh dear...I have come to a stall. I don't know if it's the heat or what but man does my house look like poop! I just can't seem to find the energy to clean it. I enjoy having a clean house. Actually I love it and I covet people who always seem to have a tidy house.

David and I are messy people. We don't mean to be but I would say we are both like the character "Pig Pen" from the Peanuts. It's not dirt...it's just clutter. I HATE CLUTTER!!!

I'm hoping it's the heat but upstairs my word! My poor Mother in Law didn't get to see the babies room because it's still in boxes.

The downstairs was finally pulled together when the In Laws came to visit it looked nice. Now...ugh. I know I know...I have a baby but whatever. My house is not reflecting who I am in my head. Do you know what I'm saying?

I love this look...

Let the manic cleaning begin!

My life's a sitcom.

2010-07-09T17:33:00.001-04:00

See that guy? I'm married to him. Except he looks like this...

Which would make me her...

Heavy sigh.

Can't I be her?

Oh...nice.

2010-07-03T23:06:00.003-04:00

So since I sang "All That Jazz" in 1999 as a Senior in our high school musical, I have wanted to do "Chicago."

Well our local dinner theater is doing it. I auditioned and didn't get cast.

So now I'm at a crossroads. I'm 30 (almost) and all I have known my entire life is theater. I have known that when I grow up I'm going to be an actress. Well crap. I'm grown up. Annnnnnnd I'm not an actress. I'm a wife and a mother which is awesome! But me as a person, me, Megan Leigh Julia Cochran Garcia. Well...I don't know what I am. I have no clue what to do.

This is not a pity party it isn't. I'm not looking for any sort of consoling or anything. I need to say this.

I have no clue what to do with my life. I don't know anything. I'm not educated. I don't even know what I would study. I have no clue what I will do when Lex is in school. Continue to keep the house? Get some stupid office job. Be nothing? Be a nobody?

I've done nothing with my life. I've made no impact or lasting impression. I'm not talking about with my friends. I'm talking about in life itself. You have your hairstylists. They make people look good and in turn they feel better about themselves which is a good deed. An Attorney well maybe they prove their client wasn't the person that robbed the store and in turn a innocent person is able to walk the streets instead of living a life behind bars. A doctor helps diagnose that growth as cancer before it's too late allowing that person to live several more years.

Me? I...see there you are. Now before you think this is self hating. It isn't. It's simply a realization of what have I been doing for the last 30 years?

I am the only one who can change it. So I will pray on it. Meditate on it. Concentrate on it. 30 is a big birthday. But to me it will be a time for me to grow and figure out what it is I am to do for this world.

I will continue on my journey of losing weight. I will educate myself more. I will be the best damn wife and the best damn mother. Not being cast in Chicago was a good thing for me. It is what I needed to kick myself in the ass and say goodbye to that dream. And leave it where it belonged the whole time.

A new reality. A new me.

Clever title

2010-05-17T16:51:00.003-04:00

Hello! I've been up to nothing. That's why there haven't been any entries. Oh well...what can I say my life is boring.

We're moving!!!! I'm ever so excited. It's a house and it's on Elm St. Ha! I am having it blessed because it is very very very old. Like 1869 old! I'm very excited about moving in mainly because it has a yard for Lex and Rowdy. Plus we don't have any neighbors!

So all I'm doing is planning on what plants and flowers I want to plant. I just can't wait to get in there! We will probably have a Labor Day Bbq/housewarming. There will be a little more room then what we have now. The bathroom is teeny tiny but I will get used to it. Once we get in I will post pictures.

I have all of the utilities scheduled to turn on there. All that's left is the actual move. So...let the countdown begin! T-minus 9 days!

An open letter to the President

2010-03-21T23:45:00.002-04:00

Dear Mr. President,

Today was not a good day. I am truly saddened by today's events. However today must be a good day for you. Why am I sad? I feel that my voice among thousands of others was completely disregarded.

It is very true that the Health Care Industry needs to be reformed. That's true. This particular subject is very near and dear to me. My brother is a hard worker. He has always worked and saved his money. He was diagnosed as a diabetic when he was 19. Now has he always taken care of himself like he should? Maybe not. But he has always worked really hard and saved his money and been a law abiding citizen. He's had some really bad health issues. No problem because he has insurance. Right? WRONG!!! They found a loophole and now my hard working law abiding (democratic voting) brother is having to pay for all of those medical expenses. Why? So he can live.

So obviously I know that the Healthcare Industry needs to be reformed.

But at what expense? Me? My parents? My 8 month old child? His children that haven't even been thought of?

A trillion dollars! A TRILLION DOLLARS?! I know you have to spend money to make money but A TRILLION DOLLARS? Do you remember 1993 when we were all freaking out because our country had a deficit of four trillion dollars? YOU JUST AGREED TO SPEND A QUARTER OF THAT!!!

I didn't vote for you. I must say I stand by that decision. You lied to all of us. You lied to every one of my friends who voted for you. You promised to unite the parties. You promised to be a centrist. You made a lot of promises. You sir are the most liberal of all Presidents that there ever was. You have divided an already divided country.

It's not even that you made a whole bunch of promises that you couldn't keep. It's that you made promises with no intention what so ever of doing them. You did the exact opposite.

I have a husband and a child. My husband works full time and I stay at home to take care of my son. We don't live outside our means. We have a strict budget that we have to adhere to. Diapers and formula and baby food aren't cheap. We don't even go to the movies because they are so expensive. We don't even have cars that were made in this century. We try to save what little pennies we have because we want to buy a home of our own. Nothing over the top. Just a nice townhouse. Our dream is to buy two new (actually used) cars and a house in three years. However tonight I feel as though our little American Dream just got crushed. Why? Taxes. You can't squeeze blood from a turnip. It's gotta come from somewhere? Guess that means us.

However time will tell. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it won't be as bad as I think. One thing you can't take away from me is hope. Although I'm sure there will be a tax on that too.

Sincerely,

My dream last night...

2010-02-17T13:00:00.002-05:00

Ugh...I think I'm trying to tell myself something. I had a dream in which I was in a dressing room trying on clothes. I couldn't quite figure out why my pants wouldn't go one. Then I looked in the mirror. To my horror my butt was HUGE!!!! I'm not talking big like you gained a few pounds. But I mean HUGE. I had a little torso and a huge booty. I started crying and then people started trying to calm me down. They were saying things like it's only temporary. You'll lose the weight.

Then they tied a sweater around my waist to try to camouflage this huge flaw. I looked in the mirror and it looked like a child's sweater. My butt was so big.

Needless to say I am going to gym tonight.

Extreme Makeover:Kenmore edition

2010-02-10T13:29:00.002-05:00

So, I could post about the snow. However...I'm so sick of seeing snow, hearing about snow, thinking about snow and reading about snow. I surrender. I'm going to write about something else.

David and I have our plan in action. We bought our Cd's for our new cars and new house. I'm so excited to watch these little seeds grow. Best idea ever!

Since we are going to wait three years before buying a home, we've decided to make our apartment more attractive. By we I mean me. David just says "Yes dear." Ha! I've chosen the colors. First up is the living/kitchen. There is no separation between the two rooms. So the color has to flow into each other. I have decided on a pale green. It's actually the same green used in the Mark Twain Home. We are going to start that project probably this weekend. I will post before and after pictures.

I feel like this is our home for the time being and it should reflect who we are. So watch out nail holes. I out to get you!

Now here's look at the weather in my neck of the neighborhood

2010-01-17T01:02:00.000-05:00

Hello. It's been crazy here.

So my Father had a scare. Went to the ER thinking he was getting Bronchitis only to find out he had developed blood clots that one actually was in his leg broke in half and actually went through his heart and settled in his lungs. Luckily for him it went through the right side. Had it gone through the left that would've been a stroke.

So for most of this week my Dad was in the hospital. I cannot say enough prayers thanking God and all the Angels and Saints that Dad went in when he did. Because while he was in the hospital they found another blood clot in his leg.

So he's on meds and home. He seems to be back to his old self.

I feel like I could cry at the drop of a hat. I find myself welling up like 5 times a day. I even spent the night last night because I've been reduced to being a 5 year old and don't want to leave my parents side.

While al of this was going on we had the opening of "Jungle Book."

There were plenty of problems with that. Including today are opening. About 25 mins before curtain our Mowgli went home sick! The understudies saved the day though! Despite all those that I think our opening was great.

David and I have come up with a three year plan. We are going to save save save and then buy a new car and hopefully a HOUSE! Now to stick to it.

Also I found out a future show that The Riverside got the rights to. I now have more motivation to get in shape. So...dance class here I come! Treadmill you and I are gonna be well acquainted!

So that's all for now. Time for a new week. Hopefully a happier and stress free week.

I'm gagging

2010-01-10T01:15:00.001-05:00

My cat Spankford's breath is kicking. Holy crow it's bad! That is all.

Theater rant

2010-01-06T13:23:00.002-05:00

Once upon a time in and around the Fredericksburg area there was plenty of theaters. Now there is nothing. Well unless you are in with the in crowd. There is so much amazing talent in this area yet you don't get to see them.

I've always hated the whole cast who you know. Maybe it's because believe it or not as the daughter of two directors I barely ever get cast. Why? Am I untalented? No. I'm not the best but I can hold my own. One word. Nepotism. Which I understand. It will never matter how hard I work (ten times as hard as the rest of the cast) or the fact that the rest of the cast always hears compliments. It's always I got the role because of who I know.

There are three "theaters" around here. I've worked with all of them. One is a group of people who love theater and socializing. So a normal 5-8 week rehearsal run is stretched out to 4 months. They have talented musicians that come and play for their big musicals. Nice group (well except for the woman who was after my role but karma got her back.) but it's too far away. The second is another theater. Basically it is a showcase for a few people. Unorganized and a very very very tight knit group of people. The people are also teachers or retired teachers. I now know what I knew was always true. Teachers are jerks and will always be jerks. I can safely say I don't like teachers. It was the same in Okinawa. Teachers. *raspberry*

The third well it goes without saying. I can't get cast there to save my life. Boo.

So I am an actor who has no place to act. I want to start my own. In the 90's Fredericksburg was a much more artsy town. Those people are still around. Where did they go? I know of so many people who are as frustrated with the theater companies around here. Perhaps we join forces start our own company. We need to go to the Chamber of Commerce and Junior Chamber of Commerce. Look into Government funding. Anything and everything.

If I won the lottery I would build a theater. An actual community theater. With a live orchestra and anyone who wants to do a show can come and use the theater without having to be at the mercy of the schools or the library. Oh what the dressing rooms would look like! And the costumes? They would be in a specially designed room. With dehumidifiers and organized by color, time period and size. They would also be inventoried. And no one would be allowed into there unless they had a pin number to enter into the keypad. The prop room would be organized the same. Sigh. It would be beautiful.

There would be different directors and Sound of Music would never be performed EVER! I of course would be the star of every single show! Ha! I kid I kid. However the same people would not be in every show. There would have to be new blood every show. The same people would not be cast in the leading roles over and over and over again.

Oh it would be strict though. You don't put down your conflicts and then remember "Oh yeah I forgot I work on Mondays." You're fired! You come in late because you drank too much the night before? You're fired. You're just plain lazy? You're fired! You question the director? You're fired! You give notes to a fellow actor? You're fired. You are unorganized during auditions? You're fired!

That's just a dream. I can dream. And if Saint Genesius wants to throw something over my way I'd be more then happy to follow the road.

It's almost that time...

2009-12-28T10:56:00.003-05:00

Ahhh...New years, my favorite holiday. It used to be because I was a party girl. Now I like it because it's a new year and a new start. I'm going to have an open house for people to drop by. I figure people always have tons on plans and instead of making them choose they can either stay for the whole thing or not.

So usually I would take the whole "I don't make resolutions." This year however I have a list. Many of which are your standard.

1.) I like big butts...and that IS a lie. I'm going to get skinny gosh darn it! I'm tired of being the fat girl. It was awesome when I was thin. I will hit my goal weight by the end of this year! This year I turn 30. New decade new girl!

2.) Run a marathon. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can

3.) Be more diligent about learning to speak Spanish. My husband is fluent and Alexander will be too. I don't want them speaking about me and making jokes at my expense in another language!

4.) SAVE SAVE SAVE! We are planning a trip to Germany. We can't go if we don't have the money!

5.) Take better care of our vehicles.

6.) Not get caught up on insulting people. When people are being negative I will try to say something nice about that person. Except for the Clintons. I just can't do it. Ick.

7.)Watch less tv. My goodness what I could do with all that extra time.

8.)Be more organized.

9.)Be better about attending Mass. Sheesh....I am a Catholic it's not like I say it because I'm trying to be different. I am just too lazy to get up and go. What's sad is there are like 10 different Masses I could go to. INCLUDING at night!

10.)Review this list often and keep at it.

There you go. It's a lot I know. Hopefully I will stick to it.

On a different note...Lent is coming up soon. Instead of giving up soda, I'm giving up fast food. Man I bet I lose some serious weight!

Toodles noodles.

Life is Good. Life is GREAT.

2009-11-09T20:55:00.000-05:00

So I'm not one to talk about physical things. Unless it's something silly like my back. I for one can not stand when people go into great detail about body stuff. Especially if they go on about womanly issues. It makes me ill!

However I feel I should share something with you. In hopes that it will make you all more aware of how important it is to go to a Doctor. ANNUALLY!

When I was pregnant with Lex at my first appointment with the lady doctor they did the usual annual exam. My results came back as being abnormal.

I was suppossed to follow up with that but I never did. Until like the last month of my pregnancy.

I had to see a different OB because my Midwife was out of town. He looked through my file and noticed the results. He ordered me to do a series of tests and to come see him for another exam. I did and he said that he would have to do a more invasive exam after I delivered.

I made the appointment but never went. Shame on me.

I was watching a show and they discussed cervical cancer. They started talking about the tests that are done to determine if it's cancer. I realized then that those were the same tests that they had been doing on me.

I was scared and started crying. Not because I was afraid of dying. But because I was mad at myself for taking this so lightly. I'm a wife and a mother now. It's not just me anymore. I have too much to do here and too many people to care about.

So I immediatly scheduled an appointment but had to wait like 3 weeks to be seen.

I went in today. All clear! No scary "C" word for me. However...those abnormal cells are some cause of concern. I now have to make an appointment with the Dr. every six months for the next few years, since those abnormal cells can turn into the scary "C" word.

It was a small thing but it scared me straight and not take my health for granted.

Oh my back!

2009-11-08T20:44:00.000-05:00

I injured my back. I didn't do anything. I woke up and it's been mad at me.

So my husband has been wonderful and has been taking care of The Turtle and told me to stay in bed.

There's nothing on tv so I had him bring in the Roku Box. I <3 our Roku Box. It's a machine that you hook up to your tv and it connects to Netflix and you can watch the movies on you tv.

I watched "So I Married An Axe Murderer" "Paris, Je T'aime" "The Other Boleyn Girl" and "It Happened One Night."

I liked them all. And it was a lovely way to spend my Sunday. However I was thinking I should've read. Meh.

Hey kids...Let's put on a show.

2009-09-30T15:49:00.002-04:00

I know, I know. You all have absolutely been dying to know what's been going on in my life. Ha!

Well I've been in Foxfire. We've had some really good houses. Actually I am quite surprised at the number of people who have come out to see it. We did a few shows at the library before I moved to Oki, but I certainly don't remember this many people coming to the plays.

It's a really good story. Although the cast has been interesting to say the least. I sure do love being on stage. Even if I am a little rusty.

This is the last weekend, but I'm sad because now I don't know when the next time I will be cast in a play. Hopefully not too long.

Skinny girl to be

2009-08-24T22:30:00.002-04:00

I have taken a cue from my loverly friend Olivia and have started another blog. It's all about my weightloss adventures. It's skinnygirl2b.blogspot.com.

I titled that because since December 3, 2006 I've been a "To be" of some sort. Bride to be, Mother to be. So it was weird that I was no longer a "to be" of some sort. Then I started getting really into changing my health lifestyle. So there you go I'm now a skinny girl to be.

I'm finding writing about my whole weightloss path as motivation. Journaling it and also keeping track of everything on sparkpeople.com is opening up my eyes and making me a lot more aware of what I'm eating and doing.

So join me if you want to.

See you on the skinny side ;)

Meg

seeeeew....

2009-08-13T12:06:00.002-04:00

My Mom is going to give me her old sewing machine. Holla!!!! I am on a mission to teach myself how to sew. I always have ideas for designs, but alas I have no way to make these creations. I'm really excited! I plan on making a ton of shifts and then once I get really good, I'm going to make all sorts of vintage inspired pieces.

Now I've only made two things on a sewing machine my whole life. A pair of shorts that turned out horribly. That was in the eighth grade and while I already had a love of fashion, I wasn't really interested in learning how to sew.

Then when I was 20 I decided I wanted to make a top for myself to wear. It was really cute. It was a halter style. I wore it a lot. It turned out really well.

So we shall see. I can't wait!!!! I have fallen in love with dresses because it's so nice to just throw on something without really thinking about it. I want to have a closet full of dresses!!!! I will have to post pictures of my creations.

Even more inspiration...

2009-08-12T22:28:00.002-04:00

So tonight I went to the Riverside to see "Murder at the Tropicabana." It was really cute. While I was there I got to catch up with Miss Elena. She told me about an awesome photographer who is located in B'more. Check this out...http://www.atomiccheesecakestudios.com/

OH MY GOD!!!! Isn't that awesome. It's so me. A pin up photographer. So that's what I want for my 30Th birthday. I know I know I don't turn thirty until next year. This gives me even more motivation to shed this weight! Hi-oooo!!!!

I'm gonna be all ripped because I will have (hopefully) run my first marathon. Let's see...do I want to do your classic 1940's pin up like Norma Jean or 1950's like my beloved Bettie Page? Oh decisions decisions. Good thing I have over a year to decide!

Been thinking...

2009-08-10T10:45:00.003-04:00

So while I was at a low I was doubting my ability as an actor. I've decided to get over this. I know have another goal. I need to get in shape because not only do I want to run a marathon, I am finally going to stop being a chicken. I am going to take a big leap and start auditioning up North.

I've auditioned several times at the Riverside and haven't been cast. I've allowed that to doubt my abilities. I've been cast in several shows right? Including up at the Lazy Susan. Clearly I can't be that untalented. After all with being an actor, singer, or dancer there's a lot more doors being shut then opened right?

So I need to get over this. I'm also thinking about taking voice lessons. I don't know how to read music, which is a bad thing if you do musical theater. I know my Grandma Grace is probably rolling in her grave knowing this fact about myself. Curse seven year old Megan who quit piano lessons because she wanted to watch "The Brady Bunch" instead. Curse 17 year old Megan who didn't pay attention in choir. Sheesh.

I also need to take dance classes again. I used to be a pretty good dancer. Then like a stupid teenager I quit dancing. Well I guess I didn't quit dancing then because instead of ballet and jazz I danced traditional Mexican Folk dancing. I wish I had just continued on with dance.

Maybe I should get a part time job. This could turn out to be expensive. Oy!

It's a new week

2009-08-09T22:01:00.004-04:00

So I feel much better after having gotten all of that out of my system. I made a yummy dinner for David and I. It was very SoBe friend. Grilled chicken, mixed veggies, salad and South Beach mashed cauliflower. Yum. The healthier I eat the more I like it. After my dinner tonight I felt good. Like light and healthy. It's a good thing as Martha would say.

I've been really bad about my exercising so I am getting back on the horse tomorrow and jogging on the treadmill. I am going to run a marathon a year from now! I must not forget that.

Tomorrow I also plan on going through my clothes. I have a ton of bags and clothes that I don't wear anymore. Also I don't have a lot of room. It's going to be ugly and cut throat. Maybe I will sell my bags on eBay. Why not make some money for them? I've never done that before. I just want to rid myself of clutter. I can't stand it! I don't know how I acquire so much stuff!

Well I'm off to eat some yogurt and granola. Then I think I will read. I have always love Sunday nights. I believe it is the most relaxing because it's the quiet before the storm.

It was a good day...

2009-08-07T21:27:00.003-04:00

Until I ruined it.

My Mom sent me an email the other day asking if I would like to have a date on Friday with her to see Julie & Julia. So I got to my parents house early and we had a nice chat. Then we went to Subway had lunch and watched the film. It was great. Such a chick flick. It was nice to get a glimpse into Julia Child's personal life. She came into herself late in life. Kinda helped me because I've been kinda down in the dumps lately. Nothing serious, just that ever present self doubt that follows chubby girls around. Something you can't get rid of no matter if you ever lose weight.

I have been on this constant battle my whole life of what I want to be. Actress, Singer, Dancer, Advertising Exec, Lawyer, Paralegal, join the Air Force, Hair stylist, make up artist and Teacher just to name a few. I also wanted to be a Stay at home Mom. I have never known what it is I really want to do.

I love staying at home with Lex. It's almost six weeks since I had him and this is the time most women go back to work after having a baby. There is no way in H-E-double toothpicks that I could do that. I love fixing lunch for my husband when he comes home and ironing his clothes for him to wear to work. Here's where the self doubt creeps in...I don't feel like I'm doing it right.

When I look at my apartment it's nothing but cluttered and a disorganized disaster zone. It's never clean enough. I'm embarrassed when people come over because I have no idea what they think. I really feel like people come over and look at the pile of baby items in the corner next to the TV and judge me for the fact I haven't found a place for it. The carpets are dirty and of course there are the cats. I'm always worried that my house smells like a dirty litter box.

Then there's my cooking. As much as I love to cook, I haven't reached the level I want to be at. My hubby is always sweet and tells me he likes what I cook but does he really? Seriously I always feel like I mess up the dinner somehow. Plus on the nights that we order in I feel guilty because I'm at home all day. I should be able to have a dinner ready.

I'm also worried about being a good Mom. I mean this is serious, someone else has their life in my hands. Literally. I'm worried I will mess up this kid. I don't want to have one of those relationships where I smother him so much that he either moves out of the house and never speaks to me again or he becomes the creepy middle age man who still lives at home and calls me Mother. Even worse I feel like a failure already because I can't breastfeed. The milks not there. I know there's nothing wrong with formula. I have tried everything I could to get my milk to come in but once again something else I failed at.

My marriage. I worry that I'm not the wife that David wanted. I'm not an affectionate person. I worry that I am the ice princess like Brie from Desperate Housewives. I snap at him from time to time and I don't know why. I worry that he will someday think I don't love him and leave me.

Then there's theater. I have always danced, sung, and acted for as long as I can remember. In a lot of ways it is all I have ever known. I had always thought I would move to New York and be on Broadway. Just your regular old working actor. I never thought I would be the next Bernadette Peters. Just a girl who made it. I even let that dream fade. I never tried. I never got the chutzpah to just do it. Now it's too late. Why? My worst fear has been realized. I'm not as talented as I thought.

I first started to think this last year when I was "Erma" in "Anything Goes." It was community theater but I had fun. Why? Because I like performing. My friends came and saw the show. I had a solo where I did a dance and got to belt out this song. I thought I did great. The only thing they said to me was..."Can you speak in that voice?" Not a single one of them had heard me sing or seen me act and dance. There was no "Oh my gosh you were amazing." Nothing about my performance except for the high pitched voice I used. I just set it aside and didn't think about it until just recently.

I am in "Foxfire." Again community theater. Oh and let's not forget directed by my parents. No they didn't cast me because I'm there daughter. I was one of two women to audition who was the right age for the role. The other woman gave a good reading but just wasn't right for the role. So while I am at rehearsal I start paying attention to how I deliver my lines. I realized then and there...I am awful. No wonder I can't get cast at the Riverside. I am a triple threat of no talent. I had been thinking about taking acting, voice, and dance lessons again to condition myself. I had thought about when Lex is older going up North and auditioning for the theaters up there. Why bother.

So anyways...I had a lovely afternoon with my Mom of lunch and a movie. We went back to their house and my father came home and had a nice visit with him as well. They of course were the happy grandparents visiting with their grandson. A lot of times I look at him (Lex) and think that he is the one good thing I have done in my life. I was a horrible student. I'm not stupid just lazy. I wish I was dumb because that wouldn't be as embarrassing as being a bright girl who just didn't care enough. I have been fired from more jobs then it seems possible. I drank myself into debt. Frankly I'm just a mean fat girl.

Back to my originial point of this post...My Mom being the proud grandmother that she is wanted to show the cast of "Evita" her grandson. So I took her to the theater and we showed him off and everybody was excited and complimentary. It was time for me to leave and as I was putting Lex into the car my Mom saw the tattoo that I got a little while ago.

My Mom and Dad hate tattoos. Normally my Mom gets mad but this time she cried. I made my Mom cry and I feel horrible. She said to me "That she doesn't understand why I get those ugly things." Then she said something that made me think. She said that to her they are a sign of immaturity. She asked that I not get anymore. I said I wouldn't but I've said that before so I know that my words mean nothing.

I started to think about what she said. I got this tattoo of a pin up girl before I knew I was pregnant. I'd always wanted a pin up girl tattoo. Now I'm a Mom and I've grown up. I really have. You have no choice. I don't want to get another tattoo. I really don't. I have four and that's enough. I don't regret any of them and I like them all but I'm not that girl anymore. I'm not the "Rebel Without a Clue."

Then I thought about what is it that made me get these tattoos. Yes I like tattoos and piercings. Is there something more? Yes there is and I know what it is now. I have always hated my body. I have never been thin enough. I have never liked my face. I have never liked my hair. Yes I am that girl who stares at herself in the mirror and looks at every single flaw. The wrinkle in between my eyebrow even though I am an avid moisturizer. The super fine hair that isn't shiny enough. The belly that has never been flat. The horrible stretch marks. The dark circles under the eyes that never disappear even when I'm well rested. The nose that isn't right. The flat chest. The bad posture. The broad rib cage. I have always hated my body and I believe the tattoos were a way to cover up what I despise.

I made my Mom cry. I said I was sorry but you know what? That doesn't mean anything anymore. How many times have they heard that from me? I'm sorry I got fired again. I'm sorry I don't have any money again. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. Words that I've spoken so often that now it's like the boy who cried wolf.

I know we will get past this. Now that I've grown up I realize the repercussions of my actions. Maybe this may seem like nothing to some people. Like it's a tattoo, you are almost 30. The point is my parents didn't want me to do it and it is just something else that I did without a care in the world.

I'm not that selfish girl anymore. I do actually care about what my parents think. Now I'm trying so hard to build back the wall that I tore down with all my irresponsible actions. But once again the past has come back and knocked down what little work had been done.

I know this blog has been very dark. Perhaps I should've kept it to myself. I feel better now that I let it all out. I didn't write this because I'm fishing for compliments.

I will find the path that I am supposed to be one eventually. Everyone does. Perhaps it will happen to me when I'm much older like Julia Child.

For what it's worth Mom if you read this. I'm sorry and I won't do it again. Words that I really mean. Not just reciting, like lines from a script.

Ouch

2009-07-26T23:48:00.002-04:00

Warning this blog is about boobs and breastfeeding...

So, I have always had issues with my yabos. We have never seen eye to eye. I always wanted big ones. Well not big just like a good size like a small C. Instead I am flat as a board (I think it was all the ballet. Sure I couldn't get the pin thin body but the small bubbies, I get.)

When I was about 22 I finally came to terms with my flat chestedness. I liked it because I liked the way I could wear shirts that I couldn't if I was big. Then when I became pregnant I thought "Aw crap my boobs are going to grow." I didn't like that. My friends said "Hey your boobs are going to get bigger." Then looked at me like I had a second head when I started to pout. I didn't want for them to grow. Be careful what you wish for...

So I had Lex or rather he is removed from me. Then the lactation consultants start trying to teach me how to breastfeed my baby. They do this right after your baby is born. I believe this is a huge bonding experience for you and your newborn. Why? Because you and your baby are so out of it that all you can think of is how nuts these women are. Don't they know what you've just been through?

I thought it was weird that they kept asking me if my breasts grew during pregnancy. They did but only a tiny bit. So here I am trying to nurse my baby and my stupid chichi's betray me yet again! That's right I'm not producing enough milk.

I feel like a failure and I hate my bazoongas even more now. Jerks.

So it's not that I'm not making the moo moo juice it's just not enough. The lactation lady suggested I take this herbal supplement called Goats Rue. Turns out it's this miracle pill that is supposed to help your milk come in. In fact women that adopt children can take it and nurse their adoptive children.

Mine came in the mail yesterday. Which is funny because I always made this joke about waiting for my Tatas to come in the mail. I took it and of course was a little skeptical but I'll be a son of a gun! I ache! Something that I didn't experience when I was younger. So that's a sign. I'm still waiting for my milk to come in. I don't want to buy formula anymore. It's expensive and smells gross!

So keep your fingers crossed. I guess if I get breasts it won't be the worst thing in the world.

Monday Monday

2009-07-20T09:06:00.002-04:00

So it's another week. I am bound and determined to keep motivated and keep working out. I'm about to hop into the shower and then off to the market with Turtle.

I plan on doing a modified SoBe since I am still nursing Lex. I do have to eat some carbs. I'm not however going to go crazy. Plus I shall continue my exercising. I'm totally going to win at this weight loss game.

Tomorrow starts a new chapter in the Garcia household. David starts his new job so we wish him luck.

Time to start this day!!!

And it continues...

2009-07-18T20:42:00.002-04:00

I am proud of myself! I have lost 25 lbs. Okay that may just be from having Lex. It has however kept me motivated to keep working out. I must confess I was lazy two days this week and I didn't walk on the treadmill today but, David and I walked around Spotsy Mall so there's my cardio.

Granted I did have pizza for lunch and pastaroni with dinner. Meh...as long as I keep exercising I should be good.

I'm waiting for my South Beach Books to come in. David and I went to Costco today and bought a whole bunch of meat. Seriously nothing but meat. I plan on just making a protein and veggies until I get my cookbooks.

Man though I'm really digging this whole exercising thing. I can't wait to get into good enough shape to go out jogging around downtown. I just might meet my goal of running a marathon by Lex's first birthday!

Day One...

2009-07-12T11:49:00.003-04:00

Look at that couple. I know I know we are so good looking it hurts to look directly at us. This picture was taken on our Honeymoon in front of The real House of Seven Gables in Salem. Believe it or not I think we can actually look better. I mean Angelina and Brad will be hating on us! So my hubby and I are going on a diet and training to run a marathon by our Turtles first birthday.

I have in my shopping cart on Amazon South Beach Books. Come on payday!!! I am going to get the original South Beach Diet Book, the receipe guide plus the reference guide. It's neat it comes complete with grocery lists.

As many couples do David and I have put on weight since we got together. Thanks to my addiction to fast food. Neither one of us really likes eating junk food but we sure do A LOT! I have said to David that I do not want to become like Roseanne and Dan! So much so that I am printing out a picture of them and putting it on the fridge. Also now that we have Turtle I do not want him to be chubby like I was. Plus hello! Diabetes runs on both sides of the family.

Why South Beach you ask? Well a couple of years ago my Mom, Dad and I went on it. It was before my brother's wedding and we wanted to look good. I lasted a week because I'm lazy. In that first week however I lost my sweet tooth (which was amazing) and 6 pounds. My parents stayed on it for awhile and they lost a lot of weight. Then they fell off of it. You know what? They haven't gained all of their weight back.

It's really not that hard. I mean the first two weeks is because it's very restrictive. The receipes are good and easy. So we shall see how it goes.

I am going to get on the treadmill as we speak and walk for ten minutes. Baby steps. I am completely out of shape. So I am starting out small and walking on the treadmill at an easy pace. I did just have surgery afterall. When I was a party kid I would go out and dance at least once a week. It was awesome cardio! I should do that again except not get into the drinking.

Nursing Turtle is helping the weight come off plus drastically increased my water drinking. Sweet!!! My skin is going to look gooooooood!!!!! I'm obesessed with my complexion even though I've never had an acne problem. Hydration hydration hydration!!!!

We don't have a scale but pounds don't really matter to me because I am going to go by how I look. I weighed 140 lbs when I was 22 and looked damn good, but I think I can do better this time around.

So here we go!

New goal

2009-07-11T14:28:00.002-04:00

So something has come over me. I think I've been inspired by how fast my belly has gone down (thanks breast feeding.) I used to be thin. Thin and hot with long hair. I miss being 22. So since it's been two weeks since I had Turtle and I'm almost back to my prebaby weight, I'm going the distance.

Around Lex's first birthday I want to run my first marathon. So after I have fully healed from my c section I plan on beginning my training. I hope I don't pull a Meggie and actually do it.

I will post my progress here when I start. I would like to be svelte Meggie again!

Turtle Turtle

2009-07-08T15:50:00.003-04:00

So...I'm finally getting around to blogging about my sweet baby boy. He's asleep right now so I thought I would take advantage and also try to sneak in a nap. Here's the amazing adventure I've been on for the past week.

On Monday June 29th I was admitted to Mary Washington Hospital to be induced. I took a birthing class and they said try not to let them induce you. I should've listened or not...I'll explain in a bit.

When they induce the give you Pitocin which kicks starts labor, before hand though they give you a hormone to kind of prep you. I forget what it's called. That's the reason you come in the night before. I had heard how Pitocin can make labor much more painful. I wouldn't know about that. Why? The hormone they gave me and I didn't get along, it was the devil! It started contractions. They were sooooo painful and so close together that the damn Lamaze breathing didn't work. I was hysterically sobbing and just about broke David's hand. The Nurse said she had never seen that happen before. She kept giving me a painkiller but it only worked for like twenty minutes and eventually stopped working all together. I threw up I was in so much pain. David made the comment that he had never seen someone fill up a bag so much. Gross!

They decided that my poor body had had enough and removed the hormone which was supposed to hopefully end the contractions. They examed me and after ALL that I was still 1cm dilated like I was when I got examed at 4:30 p.m the night before. It was about 3:30 a.m. I was beat and worn out and still sobbing because the contractions would not stop. David felt helpless because there was nothing I could do and was quiet the whole time.

Since I had had such a strong reaction the Doctor on call okayed me for an epidural which is unheard of at 1 cm. I had wanted a complete natural birth but had said that I'm no fool and no when to throw in the towel. So I got my epidural which was hard for them to do as I was having contractions every 2 minutes. Epidural...my new best friend!!!!

Because I was all numb and could finally relax they decided to go ahead and give me the pitocin. So at 7 in the morning they put it in my drip. I didn't feel a thing. They said I was having contractions, I couldn't tell you if I was because I felt nothing!!!! I was so exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep but they kept checking on me and examing me and giving me more pitocin. Breaking my water yada yada yada...Then that's when the trouble started.

They had noticed earlier that Lex's heart rate was dropping. Nothing alarming but they wanted to keep an eye on it. I remained calm because if I stressed out that would only make it worse. That's what David was there for. At about 1:00 p.m on June 30th the Doctor came in and told me words I will never forget. "Your baby's heart rate has dropped down as low as 90. We can do a C section now and you can have a healthy baby or wait but there could be further complications."

That was the single most scary moment of my life but I couldn't think about that. I didn't even ask David what he thought. I told the Doctor "Do it."

David went and got his parents and my parents to come see me before I was taken away. My Mom started crying and I told her not to worry just to pray to Saint Jude (the Patron Saint of Desperate Cases.)

At 1:30 I was wheeled into the O.R. and was prepped for surgery. David came in at 1:45 and at 1:51 Alexander was born. Hearing his little cry was such a surreal moment. They held him up over the little curtain thing and David took a picture then they whisked him away to clean him off. I had a hissy fit on the table because I had had enough! I wanted out. I wanted to take my baby and run away. I was still being put together when this happened. Then I had a crazy attack of the shivers. My teeth were chattering and everything. The anesthesiologist gave me some Demerol and I was all goooooood. David then brought Lex over to me when he was all wrapped up so I could see him. I wanted to hold him soooo badly but I had to wait.

Fast forward to a week later and all I do is stare at him. It's weird because I never knew it was so possible to love someone so much. I love his little happy baby noises. I love when we stare at each other. I love when he falls asleep in my arms. I even love when he wakes me up in the middle of the night. I'm someones Mom now and that's very very peculiar. He's such a cute baby and he's also a very good baby. Except when I change him. He does not like to have his diaper changed. Man does he scream bloody murder! You would think I was beating him.

I've had my staples removed and am still a little sore from the surgery. Sometimes my back aches and I have a dull headache. In the end it was all worth it. The horrible pain was worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Just another Tuesday...

2009-06-09T15:36:00.008-04:00

So yesterday I had a Doctors appointment. I have another one tomorrow. Nothing yet, Lex apparently is in no hurry. So the Doctor said I need to be more active if I want to kick start labor. Today I went window shopping.

I had a nice relaxing day overall. I talked to my Mom who called for her daily update. After we exchange "Hellos" the first thing out of her mouth is "Anything?" my response is always the same. "Nope." We chatted for a little while later and then I made the bed and got ready to go out.

I've been trying really hard not to become the lady who lets herself go. So I got dressed and put on my face and then went to the mall.

I walked around Macy's coveting all the linens and kitchen items that are out of my price range. I want to redo my whole apartment. Lot's of blues, greys, and cremes with dark wood. Le sigh. Oh money.

So when did Fiesta ware become so expensive? $17 for a dinner plate!!!! That's crazy. I was upset. Then I saw such a sweet elderly couple who were still clearly as in love with each other as they were when they first got married in the 1940's. I forgot all about the prices and just smiled and left Macy's. Okay that's not true, first I looked at the Coach and Dooney & Burkes bags. They were 30% off!!!! Thank goodness I do not have a Macy's gift card!

I walked around a little bit more and decided that I had had enough of the mall. I resisted Bath & Body Works and their sale. Also it's depressing to see all the cute summer dresses because I can't buy them. That's the problem with being pregnant. I will hopefully be having this baby any day now so I don't want to buy anymore maternity dresses. Yet I have no idea what my post baby size will be. Grr!!!!

I did get to go shopping thanks to the gift certificate to my favorite downtown store Whittinghams. I love that store yet never buy anything from there. So I got some new place mats, tongs, a meat thermometer and my beloved cow creamer that I have been eyeing for like year now. I did not however get the items I was planning a cheese grater and sugar bowl. Oh well.

By the way...I couldn't figure out how to get my pictures where I wanted them. Oops....

Like I said tomorrow I have another appointment. Then I think I will walk around Pier 1.

It's Sunday

2009-05-17T16:59:00.000-04:00

Hello everyone! So I really don't have anything to write about so it's all going to be random.

First off I have decided that Lex will be born on June 23rd. I've already told him he has no choice in this matter. Why? So you may or may not know I'm a HUGE theater person. It's not a hobby it's a lifestyle. I've been singing since I could talk, dancing since I could walk and acting...well let's just say I do that on a daily basis. Just ask my beloved husband. He seems to think I'm dramatic. Am I good at these things? A triple threat if you will. I like to think so, but others may disagree. Whatev...Anyhoo, June 23rd happens to be the birth date of my favorite and I dare you to disagree greatest Choreographer in the world Bob Fosse!!!! I told this to David and he looked at me like I was crazy until I explained that the Late Mr. Fosse was quite the ladies man.

So I have a little over a month until my little dude is due. I'm very very tired. Oh and found out that I am anemic. Boo! So here's my sad Preggie Meggie story.

About two weeks ago I was in Giant doing my grocery shopping. I got all of the items on my list and went to go wait in line. Whilst standing there all of a sudden I break out in a sweat and realize I may faint. I got tunnel vision and everything turned a shade of violet. So I drop down to my knees and start trying to focus on my breathing. There's a lot of people in the store and yet... Not a single person asks me if I'm okay, offers me water, Nothing. There I am 8 months pregnant and no one shows me any compassion. So once I could stand again I left my cart where it was and got into the car. Luckily my vision returned to normal. So all those jerks that were at Giant especially the lady who just stood there staring at me while this all happened, May you get an itch where you can't scratch!

I'm reading my first romance novel. Gotta be honest it's not my thing. I'm not saying that because I think it's tacky. Trust me...all you have to do is look at my bookcase to realize I read the literary equivalent to The Hills. I just can't get into it. Plus it's a Pirate theme so I'm reading it with a Pirate accent. Which I do with all books. The last book I read for the book club was set in Texas. Anyone else do that? It gets annoying after awhile but I can't stop! Help me!

Well that's it for now. I'm going to try to read some more before I go to Otani's to celebrate Brandon's 30th birthday!!!

They should tell you this...

2009-04-29T05:39:00.000-04:00

Here's something I didn't know that would've been nice. The better shape you are in the easier your labor will be. Seriously?! I'm in trouble! Apparently if you like excercise before and during your pregnancy labor is a breeze.

After my little dude is born time for me to get ripped! Can I go on "The Biggest Loser?"

Little girlie lost

2009-04-25T07:00:00.000-04:00

So for a long time that was how I referred to myself. I used to call myself that when I was "lost" in a world of alcohol, strange music and even stranger people.

It all started a few months before I graduated. I believe January 1999 to be exact. I was living in Oki and had just come back from a nice long Christmas vacation in Seattle. My best friend (who is still my best friend) Frankie (aka Keith long story) told me about this club in Naha we had to go to called "Bump."

Now let me explain who I was at this time. I was a very innocent girl at the time. I had only had one boyfriend named Eric who was a little summer romance I had when I was 16 and spent the whole summer in Seattle.The farthest we went was kissing. I had had one beer at a high school party. If I told my parents I was spending the night at Frankie's house I was actually there. I never broke my curfew which was midnight. The worst thing I did was smoke.

So Frankie told me about this club and this new music he was really into which he called Techno. He played it all the time. Well at least when he wasn't listening to Cher's newest CD. To be perfectly honest I didn't get hooked on it. I at the time was really into music from the 80's and big band. So we would drive around Kadena in Frankie's Silva smoking and listening to this new music.

Then one weekend Frankie said "let's go to Bump!" We didn't have school that Monday so we went on a Sunday night. It wasn't busy and as a matter of fact there were like ten people there. We went in and got a table. In Oki when you go to a club and pay twenty bucks to get in you really are only paying ten. They give you drink tickets for two drinks that cost $5.

There I was 18 and in a club. Did I mention the fact that my parents didn't know that I was there? They would've frowned heavily upon it. Mainly because my father was a Lt Col and it wasn't appropriate for their daughter to be hanging out at clubs with young Marines who could sometimes get out of hand. I get it...Now!

I felt very uncomfortable being there because I was sure my parents would figure out where I was and storm in and drag me out of there. So we sat in the corner and I smoked cigarettes while Frankie danced to this strange music. I got a drink with one of my tickets that sat and got watered down because I didn't drink at the time. I got it just for show. Overall I wasn't impressed. Not being familiar with the music and my general uneasiness of being someplace I knew I shouldn't be made me more awkward then I usually was. I'm a very awkward person but back then I was even more so. Frankie had to explain me to a lot of people sometimes because of the jokes I would tell or just because I had different way of doing things.

We didn't go back to Bump for awhile. Not until one Friday night. It was way different. Keith had been going there a lot and finally convinced me to go back. He had met some people there and always seemed to have the time of his life. So Keith, his friend Sanda and I all piled into his car one Friday night and went to Bump. I was prepared for another night of people watching, smoking and not drinking. Wheee.

Something was different about that night. Maybe it was because we met up with two Young Marines who Keith had met earlier and then when we got there met more people that Frankie knew, that I began to relax. I actually had fun. I actually enjoyed the music. I actually talked to people which I never did. I was hooked. Oh man was I addicted!

I loved the way people dressed. I loved the colorful lights. I fell in love with the music. It was just all so new! I danced a little. Of course awkwardly because while I was a dancer I wasn't a club dancer. Ballet, jazz and traditional Mexican folk dancing don't help when it comes to dancing at a club. There's no right or wrong way to dance to tecno, but I was too self conscience. I learned to get over that quickly!

I met a lot of people while going to Bump. Some of whom I am still friends with to this day. Some I was best friends with until they moved never to hear from again. Some I wised up and realized weren't as great as I thought. Some I really wish I knew what happened to them.

Bump was a different time in my life. I eventually told my parents about going there. They had met the people I hung out with and thought they were nice enough. We were young and so completely free and safe from the real world. Okinawa is a very sheltered safe place to live.

I was happy and on top of the world for a moment. All of that changed that summer. The summer my best friend moved. We did everything together! He was part of my identity. He reminded me who I was and why I should like myself. He reminded me that people should like me for who I was or they weren't worth the time. When he left, I forgot everything he had told me and for the next seven years would indeed become a Little Girl Lost.

More about that later...

What to do...

2009-01-30T19:16:00.002-05:00

So I clearly am going to have a lot of free time on my hands. Well at least for a few months before the baby comes. I am going to take a cake decorating class through Michaels on Monday mornings because I want to be known as the Mom who bakes. I'm also thinking of maybe volunteering someplace. I submitted my application to the Library. It seems snooty that I have to submit an application, they even wanted references. I left it blank because I am a brat. I'm trying to think of other places. Just one or two days a week for a couple of hours.

One can not stay in the apartment all the time. So we will see. I am starting to dislike daytime t.v. It's good for background noise, but that's it. Once GH comes on then I'm happy.

David has all this week off. He will ruin my routine. That's what husbands do.

Oh check back here after Wednesday. We find out what we are having? Will it be Charlotte Rose or Alexander David? I CAN'T WAIT!!!! I'm so excited. I had a dream the other night in which I met our baby. June can't get here soon enough as far as I'm concerned. Although I do cherish the time David and I have left as just "us."

That's it for now. I'm sure I will be writing more since I have lots of time on my hands now. It sure is great to be away from Best Buy!!!!

Auld Lang Syne

2009-01-27T22:01:00.002-05:00

So...I quit. I left Best Buy. I won't go into the details, but I was left with no other choice. I now am finally going to be what I always wanted, a stay at home wife and soon to be Mom.

I was saddened by the thought of putting my baby in daycare or dropping them off at the babysitter to go to work. It's time I will never get back. I was lucky enough to have a Mom that stayed home with me when I was small and I loved it. I'm glad I didn't grow up at the daycare center. I got to go shopping and my Mom would always take me to the Windsor Tea Room. We would drink our tea (I'm sure I probably had milk) and eat our little tea sandwiches. I loved it. That's what I want for my child.

I'm so fortunate that I am able to do this. It's what I want. I will finally be able to prepare my husband dinner instead of coming home and being so exhausted from work , the pregnancy and the stress of my job! The apartment will be cleaned everyday instead of on Sundays when David and I were both off.

Most importantly...I won't have to deal with that damn company and the managers and supervisors that made my life a living hell for the past few months. I can finally enjoy my pregnancy. I can finally start to figure out what to do with the nursery. I am finally FREE!

Wow they exist!!!!

2009-01-05T15:32:00.002-05:00

So much to David's annoyance, I am a Republican. I can't help it! I was born like this. My first sentence was Ronald Reagan is the best President!!! Okay maybe not. Don't stop reading or speaking to me. My political views are my own and I will not express them as that's not what I am writing about.

What I am writing about is there was an amusing article on the Fox News website. It was basically talking about how Yes there are really celebrities that are Republican. Among the list

Kelsey Grammar (star of one of my all time favorite shows Frasier)
Patricia Heaton (For some reason I love Raymond too.)
Charleton Heston (Don't hold that one against us)
Gary Sinese (Aw Lt. Dan!)

Oh and this hasn't been confirmed but Robert Downey Jr is rumored to be a member of the Grand Old Party. I love RDJ!!!!

So while we don't have Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie (Who's father incidentally is a Republican. Maybe that's the real reason they don't talk.) We do have some good people. Yay!!!!

grr...

2009-01-02T12:09:00.000-05:00

Dear fellow employees,

You are getting on my nerves today.

Sincerely,
Meggie

Really?

2009-01-01T11:43:00.001-05:00

Dear Customer,

If a live person answers the phone that means we are open. You don't need to ask "Are you open?"

Thanks,
Meggie

Happy New Year to you too buddy!

2009-01-01T11:15:00.004-05:00

Dear Customer,

While I realize I am a girl. I do know about electronics. I have told you three times today that we do not carry this imaginary product. It is really annoying that you don't believe me and keep asking me to transfer you to that department "to speak to someone who knows what they are talking about."

I hope you get an itch where you can't scratch.

Sincerely,
Meggie

New Years Day

2009-01-01T11:08:00.002-05:00

New Years Eve has always been my favorite. It's not the drinking, I just like getting all dressed up and having fun with my friends. It's been my favorite for as long as I can remember. I used to tell people Halloween was my favorite because people tend to look at me weird when I say "New Years is my favorite!" There's such a nice energy in the air and people are just pleasant.

This New Year's? I fell asleep at 11:30. My poor husband rang in the New Year as I layed in our bed with our Sock Monkey sheets snoring and drooling. At least Carmen was there. So he wasn't alone. It's Smooshie's (my mom's nickname for the baby) fault. I vow to never be pregnant on New Years Eve ever again!!!!!

Also is it New Years or New Year's? My grammar isn't what it used to be!

As time goes by....

2008-10-05T20:33:00.003-04:00

So wow it really has been a long time since I updated my blog. Let's see let's recap the past month. Got a haircut, got married, went on my honeymoon, interviewed for a new position, didn't get it, offered a new position, and cleaned my apartment.

That's about it. Exciting....I know! Seriously though, married life is awesome. It's like having a boyfriend for life! Just kidding. Nothing is really different. Well that's not true. David doesn't know how to share a bed. Seriously...it sucks. I often times wake up to find myself holding on for dear life to the edge of the bed. While my beloved lays there spread eagle sleeping peacefully and comfortably. Not a care in the world. Sometimes I just gently move him back to his side of the bed, others I push him so hard I expect to see a David shaped hole in our bedroom wall.

We got a new mattress. It's a sleep number. All I can say is my mattress kicks your mattress' ass! It's so comfy. I don't wake up nearly as much as I used to. I used to do this thing where I would wake up to see what time it was. It was so annoying! It wasn't like I was having nightmares or anything, it was just because several times a night I HAD to know what time it was. Now? I sleep all the way through. I don't even know if Spanky tries to wake me up at 4:30 in the morning to be fed anymore. I'm too busy sleeping. At least until I feel like I am going to land on the floor...

So David and I are just settling in trying to get used to living together. People are so shocked to find out that we never lived together. I didn't realize it was such a foreign concept. For awhile I lived in my own apartment. Let me tell you, you really don't get to know yourself until you are dancing around your apartment in your underwear, singing along with the stereo turned up and drinking a cosmo. Maybe that was just me... Whatever I had fun! The point? I had time to be myself. To figure out me. You don't get that time when you live with someone.

I think the reason David and I rarely fight is because we both had so much time just to ourselves. I wouldn't change the fact that we never lived together for anything. To me if you move in together it number 1.) is bad juju. I know of like two couples who lived together and actually go married. Number 2.) It really is a huge step. One not to be taken lightly. David and I have a lifetime together. I never will get those years back. It worked for David and I. Also I am not a patient person, most people who live together seem to take a million years before they get married. I don't have that kind of time!

So that is pretty much it. What's been going on in my life. Oh, I have discovered Californication. What an awesome show! I'm so in love with it. I now have a crush on David Duchovny. I think it's because he reminds me a little bit of my David. Watch it. It's an awesome show. Do it now. Call your cable company and get Showtime if you don't already have it. It's like an extra $10 a month. It's worth it. Then you have access to Showtime On Demand. You'll be able to watch all of last season and the first two of this one. Do it now. Stop reading my blog. Seriously.

What did the daddy tomato say to the baby tomato when it started lagging behind? Ketchup son!

2008-08-24T11:26:00.003-04:00

So it's been a little while since I updated what's going on. My last post wasn't at all angry. I was just venting and still waiting for that Blond neighbor to allow her dogs to poop in my yard and not clean up after them.

It's here! The start of the wedding craziness!!!!! Today is my Bridal Shower. I'm so excited to be having one. I can't wait. I wonder what sort of stuff Jessie and Carmen have up their sleeves? I can't wait to hang out with my friends and family and catch up. I want to like take a nap and wake up just in time to get ready!

Yesterday was my last day of work. I don't know how I feel. I actually got sad. I know I am going to be going back but I've never been gone for so long! A month. I won't be back until September 22nd. That's insane!!!! I really don't know what I am going to do with my time. I know I am going to be super busy between getting the house ready and visiting with family and then we will be on our honeymoon. Still though...not going to work for a month is definitely going to be weird!

I don't know if I will have time to update while the wedding craziness is going on but I will post a blog after the wedding for sure!

I can't believe I am going to be Mrs. Garcia in 6 days!!!!

And the people the people the people...

2008-08-13T12:54:00.004-04:00

An open letter to the American Public.

Dear Citizens of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave,

I am so frustrated right now. People constantly moaning and groaning I suck at work I suck at life...yada yada yada. Do something about it! I understand that everyone is entitled to their right to bitch from time to time. Lately though it just seems like I'm surrounded by babies for lack of a better word. Wait hold on I found a better word Milquetoast. I'm surrounded by milquetoast. Is that the correct use of that word?

Oh my god! So what you didn't get the position you applied for. Go for another one! Gasp, that girl you met when you were drunk never called you back? It wasn't meant to be.

I myself have been guilty of the "Whoa is me" but I grew up. I think it's disgusting and pathetic that people older than me and married, unmarried, children, no children, fat, skinny, whatever complain about their lives.

If you want to know why your friends and family have no sympathy it's because you don't warrant it. You're completely spoiled and selfish and an utter waste of my mental energy. I have a headache just thinking about it. I have no way to escape it! I go to work, listen to people push the blame on other people instead standing up like an adult and say "You know what I messed up. I will try my best to never allow this to happen again."

I get onto myspace and there's like a thousand posts about people who are upset because "They will be alone forever." Here's something...Why does it matter? There is nothing wrong with being single. I was there! I was single for the majority of my life. Never had a boyfriend in high school. Never really had a boyfriend longer than six months in my early twenties. You know so much the better. You get to make mistakes and not end up breaking someones heart. You get to go out and have fun and not worry about someone being upset with you because you talked to someone else. Most of all you focus on you. How will you ever know who you really are and what you really want if you don't know yourself at all. If I hadn't been blessed enough to have met and fell in love with David I would've been okay. Why? More time for myself.

So please my fellow Americans. Wake up and smell the Venti no foam latte with a soupcon of cinnamon and get real. Grow Up!

Oh and to that lady who walks her two Dachshunds on my street, If you don't start picking up after your dogs I am going to take their poop and rub YOUR nose in it. You stupid blond wannabe Real Housewife of Orange County, tanorexic, eighties hair wearing, BIMBO!!!!!

Sincerely,
Megan Leigh Julia Cochran

Yay!!!!!!

2008-08-05T11:03:00.002-04:00

I was supposed to have a Bridal Shower back on July 26th. Obviously that never happened. Why? Well since I am trying to be a more proper and polite lady I have chosen not to publicly humiliate that person. However if you would like to go out for a glass of wine I will be more than happy to fill you in. Ha.

One of my bridesmaids Jessie found out the whole story and has decided to throw me a shower for which I am very excited and touched!

It should be a very casual night with just a few friends and some good times. I myself never wanted a bachelorette party only a bridal shower. I was sad when the other one didn't happen, but this one I think will be more fun because Jessie is excited about planning it for me. I will write all about it and post pictures.

iMsad

2008-07-29T19:34:00.002-04:00

So David and I decided to be adults and have decided against getting out iPhones. It's cool man! I am going to get the red blackberry. It's pretty!!!!!! Or maybe I will get something else. I haven't decided. So there you go. Coco Chanel will not be an iPhone.

The life of training a husband

2008-07-25T11:17:00.003-04:00

So first of all I am not one of those "Wives" meaning a. I'm not a wife yet and b. I'm not trying to change David or even train him like a dog. I don't want to do either I really don't. Well that's not true I wouldn't change David except for a few minor details, close the cabinet doors, don't leave the toilet lid up, wipe up after you spill something, and rinse your plate don't just set it in the sink. You know normal things wives nag their husbands to do.

Last night David and I were sitting at the table eating our dinner. I am turning more and more into Santa Barbara each day because instead of watching t.v. I would prefer to talk. Those of you (well all four of you who read my blog) who know David (again the four of you who read my blog) know that this isn't hard to do. As a matter of fact I must write the creators of Patapon because that is the only time David stops talking and I can watch Martha in peace. That's an exaggeration but David does talk a lot.

So there David and I are enjoying our Primavera (yum!) and we were talking about getting old. I said something to David along the lines " Oh great I can see it now I will finally get you to start putting the toilet lid down and then bam! You won't remember because you'll be old and suffering from Alzheimer's." Well David found this really funny and told me I was a clever girl.

I said it as a joke, but I kind of meant it. I really think it will take me a good 60 years to get him to put the lid down and close the cabinet doors. Then I will get about a year when I don't have to nag, we will walk into the doctors office and they will inform David he has Alzheimer's. Oh man! I think I would give David permission to take a hot twenty something girlfriend so she could deal with it and I will just go spend all my time playing Bingo.

I didn't need a game to tell me.

2008-07-19T16:57:00.002-04:00

So yesterday my parents bought a wii and the wii fit. I was eager to try out the wii fit because it looks like so much fun. So you set it up and it checks your weight and BMI. It also does a series of tests to find you center of balance and other stuff. Then it happens. There's your mii standing there and then this little scale comes up on the screen and scrolls through finally it stops. My mii blows up to like three times it's size and then the mean game tells me I'm obese. Like my self esteem couldn't get any lower until...

It decides to calculate my wii fit age. That's right it was 38! 11 years older...looks like I have a lot of work ahead of me! Stupid game.

iAmcool

2008-07-14T22:47:00.002-04:00

It has always been a life long quest of mine to be cool. Seriously. That's why I started smoking. Only cool people do that. Am I wrong? That's why I started acting because I was going to become famous then everyone would want to hang out with me.

This is all an exaggeration. I never actually really cared about being cool. I started smoking because I wanted to learn how to blow smoke rings. I never did. Acting? Well it's just a thing that I happen to do.

Today however I believe (don't tell me otherwise) I have finally done it. I am a cool kid. David and I bought iPhones. It's amazing all you can do with it. You can call people. You can text people. It plays music. All phones do this I know...but this is an iPhone. It gets on the Internet.

I would go into further detail about my amazing new phone that has a touch screen and a GPS built in...IF I ACTUALLY HAD IT!!!!!!

It's on back order. They have no idea when it will be in. It could be a week it could be a month. David and I may have very well forked over all that money for a phone we may never see. Okay okay I know we will get it. I knew it was going to be popular. I knew I was going to have to wait to get it. I did not know however that it was going to be harder to get then the Hermès Birkin bag!

So right now somewhere in the Mac factory there is an iPhone that is waiting for me to take her home. I already named her...my iPhone's name is Coco Chanel because I am sure I will love it just as much as I love Chanel!

How I met your father

2008-07-06T01:20:00.002-04:00

Just to clarify what the title of this blog means... no I am not pregnant. I wish. Really I do. One of our favorite shows is How I Met Your Mother so that is the meaning behind the title. This entry is about how David and I met and ultimately ended up together.

The first time I ever laid eyes on David was in the summer of 2002. I had just recently broke up with my boyfriend Jason because he moved to Florida and was a swinging single gal who also unfortunately was lusting after a bartender name Joey. I don't want to think about that part....moving on.

I pulled into work at Borders. I really did love my job. To this day I still miss it. I worked with this girl named Jess. Now she never really warmed up to me. I really did want to be friends with her but it never happened. I walked up and noticed that Jess was talking to this guy who I knew must've been her boyfriend. His back was to me and he seemed to be really worked up about something because he was talking with his hands. I also noticed he had a cigarette in his hand which I found to be odd because as far as I knew Jess didn't smoke. So I had to walk in between them and of course I didn't want to be rude so I said "Hi." I was just about to flick my own cigarette when he turned around.

I am serious when I say this...The most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes upon. He was a smoker, he had tattoos and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I wanted him immediately. I still had a portion of my cigarette left so I stood there awkwardly finishing it all the while trying to stare at him without pissing off my coworker.

David would come in from time to time to say hi to Olivia who was his friend and a coworker of mine. It always made my day when he would come in because I would get a glimpse of the most handsome guy I had ever seen. There's men like Brad Pitt and George Clooney who undeniably are really attractive on film. Then there's real men like my David. Put me in a room with Brad or David and I would ultimately choose David. I really would!

So there came a time when Jess quit Borders. David came in less and less. Then I got fired from my job and didn't see him for years.

Until I discovered the downtown Fredericksburg bar scene. Courtesy of my former friends Young and Seneca.

Every now and then I would see David. Always with a different girl might I add. Now at this point in my life I had discovered something. I could actually attract men. Not because I was hot mind you...because I had the liquid courage and a total a complete lack of disregard to my self worth. I had become "that girl."

Every time David would come into a bar I would try to get up the courage to go up to him and start talking. It never happened. I just watched from afar. I even went to Hard Times to meet up with some friends and David was there with Olivia. I thought to myself "Number One I haven't seen Olivia in a long time. Number two I finally would have a reason to strike up a conversation with David." Sadly I just continued to drink with my two friends. One of which was my exboyfriend Jason.

This went on forever. Finally one night everything almost fell into place. I was at the Tavern with Young and Seneca. We were drinking and having fun. Unfortunately I had befriended this total psycho guy who we called "Crazy Irish Man." He had taken a liking to me and wouldn't leave me alone. God I wish I had never talked to him. Anyways, David was there with Brandon. I was sitting on one side of the bar and David and Brandon were sitting on the other. Seneca was wasted, Young seemed to be bothered about something and I was dealing with Crazy Irish Man.
Out of nowhere Seneca is sent a shot and Young and I both realize who it is from. He gets mad because David starts hitting on his girl. I get sad because I don't have a boyfriend and I have been watching this guy from afar trying to get the courage to say more than just "I used to work at Border's too."

David invites Seneca over to his apartment. Young really gets mad and rightfully so. Seneca says "Meggie will protect me. She'll be like my Guardian Angel." Crazy Irish Man says " I want to go too." I say "No." I didn't want my first time hanging out with him to be with Seneca who has a boyfriend but might do something she regrets and Psycho Crazy Irish Man.

Nobody went over to David's that night. I went to sleep that night wishing I had. The next night I was bored and did something I never did. I went to the Tavern alone. It was pretty late and no one was really there. I just wanted to get a beer and not be alone. I sat down and there he was. Of course he was talking to two girls and I wasn't about to wander over and initiate a conversation. So I had two beers and as I was about to order another when I noticed David asked for his tab. I thought "You can do this. You have walked up to guys before and started talking to them. You can do this." So I asked for mine too. By the time I got mine and gave my card and got it back David had already left. So I thought "Oh well it isn't meant to be." I walked out the door and there he was. He was in the middle of the parking lot turning around to go back in. Before I knew it I said "So did anyone end up going back to your place last night?" Weird question...

We started talking. I went back to his place and we've never been apart. That was May 28th, 2006. And that is the story of how I met the love of my life.

David I love you and I always will always still be shocked that I am the one you chose to be your wife.

Why can't I have some crazy rich aunt?

2008-06-29T13:11:00.002-04:00

In preparation for the move that David and I will be doing in roughly 9 months, I have been doing research.

P.O.D.S they sounded perfect. They drop it off you pack it up they transport it across country and will even store it. They will do all of that for $4600. I am sure the guy that was giving me a quote must've had a laugh because I actually did start coughing when he gave me the total. I didn't even ask about the AAA discount because I am sure that it is 10% which is nice but David and I will need to also pay for first and last months.

Penske they are probably the route we will go. They have a discount for AAA members and it's like $1600 for a truck. Of course we will have to take into consideration gas and hotels and all of that nonsense. Whatever...we will be on our way to Seattle so I really couldn't care less!

In discussing this matter with my parents Santa Barbara pointed out that all of the furniture that is in our apartment is hand me downs. She then said "I am sure you will get money for the Wedding so why don't you use that to buy all new furniture."

I am not a big shopper. In fact I feel I am a let down to my entire sex because I did not get that shopping gene. Something in me snapped! I immediately started dreaming of the looks of the apartment in Seattle. Something sophisticated, classic, and most importantly drop dead gorgeous.

So all this morning I have been online looking at furniture. I am almost certain David doesn't care as long as he is comfortable. Now my love has always wanted a recliner. I haven't wanted to put one in our place because I don't like the way they look. That is until I saw the Charlotte on the La-Z-Boy website. It is the perfect compromise. It's a recliner but totally doesn't look like one. So David gets his recliner and I get the look of the room I am going for. Now the only thing that frightens me is the price. They don't have them listed on the website. That makes me worry.

Santa Barbara told me to go ahead and invest in that furniture because it would be better than buying a new couch from Ikea every couple of years.

So I have chosen out the living room furniture. All the colors are black and grays. I love that they are neutral without being "Beige." So now I am really looking forward to moving because I can't wait to redecorate. Oh and they have the most adorable prints at La-Z-Boy. They have one with little boats and then there's one with little crabs and shells. So perfect for a little cottage on the beach!

Now on to the bedroom!!!!!!!

Hmm...

2008-06-24T16:02:00.002-04:00

So there is a lady on Oprah right now that has a fear of dolls. I must say I understand this. I myself get creeped out by dolls not to the point where I would tell my child (if I have one) that they can't have one. She is freaked out of dolls like I am scared of spiders.

One step for Meggie One giant leap for the Garcia's! :)

2008-06-23T22:02:00.002-04:00

So yesterday I started thinking about moving to Seattle. How much I look forward to moving there and walking around the city. Drinking coffee at all the different coffee houses and absorbing all the art and culture that makes it such a unique city.

Seattle...The Emerald City...Le sigh. I have been to that wonderful place more often than I can count. I spent an entire summer there when I was 16. I can't even remember the first time I went out there. I can however tell you how I have always felt at home and felt truly at ease. Whenever I go on a trip out there to visit family, as happy as I am, I immediately get sad because I know that in a few precious days I will have to leave.

When I was 23 I had the chance to move there. My brother had been living out there for a few years and had been working for a company that he was really happy with. A job opened up and I flew out for an interview. My brother drove me around and introduced me to his notorious best friend Michael Howard. I had a nice weekend hanging out with my brother seeing the Seattle that you only can see if you live out there or know someone who lives out there.

I got the job. I got back on the plane. I said to my brother " I will see you in a week." I never went back. I freaked out and had an anxiety attack. I was scared of leaving my family. As miserable as I was and as much as I hated this town. I couldn't leave my parents.

I have looked back and kicked myself many many many times. Sure things happen for a reason. Less than a year after I would've moved out there the company was bought out by another cell phone company. I would've been jobless, freaking out about possibly being evicted and my parents wouldn't have been just a few miles away. Most importantly I would've never got engaged to David.

Now last year my brother got married. I went out for a week to attend the wedding. The combination of that and two of my favorite shows (Frasier and Grey's) awakened in me my desire to go to the place I belong.

Before I wanted to move to New York; before San Diego; even before Europe, there was Seattle. The beautiful skyline, the fresh air, the melting pot of cultures...just every single thing about that place I love. I do things I would've never done before. I've been skiing, hiking, and on a boat. Yes on a boat. Me the girl who gets seasick when the water in the glass sloshes.

So David and I decided that we wanted to move to someplace new. Get a fresh start as a married couple. This town has nothing left to offer us. Seattle will obviously never come to us. We have to go to it. I decided to take a leap. Karla (my sister in law) works at the call center for TMobile. I filled out an application yesterday. Today when I came home there was an email with an assessment test to take. After the math and the simulated calls and testing my efficiency in Microsoft based programs, I was told that I would hear back in 48 hours what the next course of action would be.

Luckily when you fill out the application it ask when you would be available so I chose 7-12 months. Our lease in our apartment is up in April and I just want to pack everything up and on April 1st, 2009 head on out west like the pioneers before us.

It will be hard to leave the good friends that I've made here. It will be difficult to leave my parents. Besides Santa Barbara and Santa Mel will be out there in a few years. Honestly though with David and I getting married; I just feel like moving and saying goodbye would close a chapter in our life that is waiting to be closed. I don't want to stand still anymore. I want to live again. Maybe things won't be any different out there than they are here. We won't know until we go. If all else, I can just go walk around Pike Place Market with a cup of coffee in one hand and the love of my life in the other.

David's Bridal for David's Bride

2008-06-12T00:30:00.002-04:00

So today was my day off. I am getting close to crunch time so I no longer have "days off" they are now days to do Wedding stuff. It's all good because I love every minute of it.

Today I needed to go get my Catholic/Day Wedding dress. It will also double as my party gown at the Reception. Katie and Olivia I am sure you will love it! Now my formal "Evening" dress is long and looks very 1930's. I named it Lydia. I have a thing about naming things. My Catholic/Day/Party Wedding gown is name Carrie. My mother kept telling me that it was very Sex and the City. My mother Santa Barbara mind you has never seen SATC. It's way to graphic and raunchy for her. But that's what she decided it reminded her of.

The original dress I was looking at was actually a Bridesmaid dress. When I tried it on I thought this is nice. Very simple very classic. Nope...not meant to be. I was going to have to special order it. It would arrive September 3rd which wouldn't do me any good because...the Catholic ceremony is August 30th. Hmm...

So I went and looked at Wedding Gowns. I was convinced I wouldn't find anything I was looking for. But I found it. I tried it on and I thought Wow!!!! My mom loved it. The lady at David's Bridal loved it. It was that simple.

I also picked out my shoes and the Bridesmaid shoes. Then I tried on my veil.

Now my mom has been very good during this whole process. She hasn't cried once. I was looking at Veils and put one on. I put it over my face and my mom looked at me and jokingly made a crying face. Then she started crying for real. I didn't know what to do? Do you know we couldn't find any tissue anywhere? Until we left.

Side note...Ladies let me tell you, even though I was in street clothes there's something about a veil. Best accessory ever!

All in all it was a good day. I still need to get my under roos. But everything is falling into place. I made up my mind to go with the flow and its worked out. You just have to let everything go. I mean had I been able to get that first dress I wouldn't have tried on the "Carrie." It's way better, way prettier, and way more Bride like. That's my advice to everyone. Have a long engagement and just go with the flow. My cousin gave my brother this advice at his rehearsal. "When all is said and done at the end of the day you will be married." And that really is all that matters. I will be spending the rest of my days with the love of my life.

And two think two years ago I couldn't even get up the courage to talk to him. So I watched him from afar. And now? He will be Mr. Megan Cochran. Hehehehehe...

Ring Shopping

2008-06-08T16:00:00.002-04:00

I had yesterday off, which is a rare occurrence because I work at Best Buy. Having a Saturday off in the retail industry is unheard of. Having all day off yesterday David and I decided to be productive. We went and looked at rings.

So pretty...so sparkly...I wanted to give them all a good home. I must've looked at a thousand rings before I found it. It's so pretty. I want to wear it now!!!! I however have to wait 89 more days until I can wear it forever!

Now as any girl does when she gets engaged you spend all your waking time thinking and daydreaming what you want your wedding ring to look like. Hell I even dreamt what I wanted my ring to look like. I have been on countless websites looking at the different rings out there and nothing really screamed "I'm yours take me home!" Sure they were all pretty in their own ways. Everything was just too commercial.

Now those that may not know me all that well may not know this...but I have been described as an "unusual girl" on many many many occasions. I have also had a friend tell me point blank that they had no idea how to deal with me because they had never met someone like me before. I'm just me. I am who I am. So you could possibly maybe now understand why I was having a hard time finding a ring that seemed to suit me.

I found it though. As a matter of fact all three of us David, myself, and the woman working in the jewelry counter agreed that that was a perfect fit. It was like as soon as I slipped it on my finger the clouds parted and little angels came down from heaven and started serenading us with music that is usually saved for people who find the Holy Grail.

It's lovely. It's simple, elegant and not too flashy. It's white gold with little baby diamonds around the top and bottom of the ring. I love it. I want it now!

We even found David's ring. He actually tried on several different rings before we found his. He really liked his as well. So we told the lady to write down the information and that we would be back later on that week to purchase the rings.

Then we left and last night I just kept thinking about my beautiful ring and how sad it must be to be left in the store and not worn on my finger. 89 more days though...Then like David the ring will officially be mine forever!

Sex and the City part 2

2008-06-05T20:46:00.005-04:00

So last night I went and saw the SATC movie. I loved it! As a matter of fact I think that it was a perfect way to wrap up the show. The only downside was I wish Charlotte would've been in it more. She's my favorite. While it was on the long side and fairly predictable overall it was enjoyable.

You could also tell who was going to see the film. All of the girls were dressed up and had their best shoes on. Even I was guilty. I believe I had and eyegasm from all the beautiful costumes. They even spiffied up Miranda. Leaving the film I felt content and finally feel that the fab four can rest peacefully.

It really was the perfect end for a great show.

Sex and the City

2008-06-05T20:46:00.003-04:00

So I just thought I would let everyone know that I am on my way to see SATC. While I am not a devoted hardcore fan who would sit there every night it was on with a Cosmo in one hand and my Manolo's in another. Side note... It's true I have a pair. I love them. They are lovingly referred to as "The Girls." I did love the show and own 5 of the seasons on DVD. I don't know why but I haven't gotten around to buying part 1 and 2 of season 6.

I can't wait to see the film. I have avoided all spoiler alerts. I hope I won't be disappointed. My favorite character was Charlotte. Who was yours?

I will stop in later and give my review. I hope it is better than Indiana Jones. I wasn't disappointed in Indy but I thought it could have been better. Stay tuned....

Simply put...Dina Lohan is a horrible mother.

2008-06-04T18:36:00.003-04:00

Like I said in my first blog, Dina Lohan is first on my list. As an avid reader of perezhilton.com I often read about Mrs.Lohan. I thought "Hey Perez, maybe you can be a little harsh on Orange Oprah or aka Dina Lohan." I also thought about how hard it must be to be a single mother.

When I heard that they were getting their own show I thought to myself, this was her chance to set the record straight. Everyone talks about what a horrible mother she is. While I do know that children will ultimately do what they want, she has to share in the blame of the sadness that is the life of the Lohan children.

Case in point...I caught the last half of the "reality" show called Living La Lohan or as I am now referring to it as "Child Protective Services Exhibit E." Get it? It's because it's on Channel E! I digress, I watched it because there was nothing else on. None of my old standbys Friends, Frasier, Will & Grace, Everyone Loves Raymond, or The Golden Girls. So I watched it.

I grew up with a wonderful mom. Her name is Barbara. If she were a Saint in Spanish she would be Santa Barbara. Now she wasn't an overwhelmingly devoted mother. She did a good job because she was the perfect balanced. Nurturing and better figure it out for yourself. Loving and I will not always be here to save you. What a mother should be.

My father was a damn good father as well. Help fight my battles but also kick me in the tail when I needed it. Again my parents were awesome. Wait they still are awesome. I love my parents.

Damn again I digress... I watched the episode that aired on Sunday and was disgusted. Dina Lohan had the perfect opportunity to show people that we are all to quick to judge. Alas she failed.

I don't know how many of you saw it but here's a run down on what happened. First her 13 year old daughter Ali (I don't know if that is the correct age or the correct spelling nor do I care because it's not Lindsay) had to beg her not to wear an outfit because it was so sheer you would've seen everything. Then she goes out to like some party or club and is like that woman you see at every bar/club desperately clinging onto what's left of her youth.

Meanwhile...the kids come home from like the mall or something only to find out (after a call to 911) there was an electrical fire. While the kids were waiting for the fire department to come they try calling their mother. She never answered her phone. Nor could they leave a message because her mailbox was full. They finally get through to her by calling the driver. He then tells her what is going on. She calls her kids and they say "We are fine but we need to get an electrician out her now."

Dina Lohan gets off the phone and tells her friends what happened and continues to party. Nice. No wonder Lindsay lives on the opposite side of the country. So this is why I think she is a horrible mother. Her house was on fire and it still wasn't enough to take her away from the party. That's really lame. When I was little I got scared and convinced my brother that a black widow was in our house. My parents were having dinner at the Officers Club. They dropped everything and came home. And that was just a spider which as it turned out was just a Daddy Long legs. I was like 5 when this happened.

I know I can't be the only one who feels this way. It made me very sad. It made me want to share Santa Barbara and Santa Mel with the Lohan kids. So they could know what it's like to have a loving family.

I'm not saying she doesn't love her kids. I am being a little melodramatic by calling her a bad mother. I just saying stop partying and watch after your children. You already had one that went to the dark side. I only hope it doesn't happen again.

Fisher Price Blog

2008-06-03T13:49:00.002-04:00

So this is my first blog. Well except for the one on myspace. But myspace is a place for friends and so I guess this is a place to write. I should start getting ready to go to work but I thought I would stop in and write my very first blog.

This is where I will express my thoughts on anything and everything. In saying that, it would lead you to believe that I am a very opinionated person. I am but not in the disagreeable way. These future writings will be about everything from my love/loathe of reality television (Oh that's right Dina Lohan you are first on my list) to my frustration with people at work & my wedding.

That's right, if any of you read davidcgarcia.com I am that girl. The one who won the toilet seat argument. David is the love of my life and we will be getting married very very soon. I will be writing about my adventures in planning my wedding. Which so far has been very easy going and pleasant because I have decided that I will not turn into a Bridezilla.

So if you choose to read any further...Welcome to my blog!