Thursday, December 31, 2009

An open letter to 2009


Dear 2009,

A couple of Decembers ago, back when things were REALLY shitty, Abby and I decided that the next year was going to be our year. Well, we were wrong. That next year was ALMOST worse than the previous. I learned that you can’t really tell the year who it belongs to… I’m not sure how 2010 would react, but when we told 2008 it was our year, it laughed in our faces, said “I don’t belong to anyone, bitches” and then preceded to beat the crap out of us just to drive the point home. OK. We get it. So, ‘09, I let you do your thing. I didn’t lay claim or anything… all in all… I can say “Thank You.” Mostly, for not beating the crap out of me, but a lot for some really good things, too.

So, on this, the last day of the first decade of a brand new millennium, let’s “wrap it up” (as my good friend, Sarah, used to say). What did I do in 2009 (in no particular order)?
  • I started a blog and spent the entire month of November writing everyday in it.
  • I looked for a job… like it was my job.
  • I applied for a job to blog about wine, made a video, drank a lot of wine, had a blast, found some cool twitter friends, didn’t get the job.
  • I became obsessed with Twitter and then mellowed my obsession and we developed a healthy relationship
  • I went to Orlando with my family.
  • I went to Oklahoma City and Norman. I hung out, relaxed and celebrated with some of the best friends I’ll ever have in my entire life. I was lucky enough to be in one of their weddings. <3
  • I got an iPhone and immediately wondered how I EVER lived without it.
  • I came home for Thanksgiving for the first time in 8 years.
  • I discovered Chicago for the first time since I was little and fell in love. I don’t care what anyone says, it’s a cute city.
  • I flew to Connecticut for a job interview and learned that apparently companies WILL fly you all the way across the country, put you up in a hotel, feed you all day and fly you back, but still not hire you.
  • I started tutoring a ridiculously awesome 2nd grader- Best hour of my week. :)
  • I spent ridiculous amounts of time in a room with someone who I really can’t be in the same room with and I didn’t kill that person OR say something inexcusable.
  • I went to three weddings!
  • I started a 401(k).
  • I flew roundtrip 6 times.
  • I both lived and vacationed in Vegas.
  • I flew to Michigan for a job interview and left with a job. I received validation for the work I’ve done and the things I’ve learned. Everything paid off.
  • I moved to Michigan for a job that was inspiring and challenging.
  • I moved to Michigan where there’s no sun and I’m freezing cold all the time.
  • I quit smoking.
It has been one helluva year. What did you do?

Love, Megan

An open letter to my cat, Erin


Dear Erin,

I’ve never had a pet die before, so I don’t really know how to handle this or start this… I don’t know why you got sick or what happened really, but I do know we did everything we could to save you.

You were very loved by people from 4 different states. You lived through college with me and the insanity that was the Vegas house. I wanted to do something to celebrate you, even in some small way. I figured telling my favorite stories about you (for better or worse) was the best way.

That’s a cute name.
I found Erin in 2003… well, more specifically, she found us. I don’t remember how many times Lindsey and I saw her wandering around the apartment complex, but one time she was with a guy our age. They were standing in what was (for all intensive purposes) our backyard. So, we talked to them. Well, him.
“She’s a cute cat,” I said, because all cats are girls… duh.
“Thanks,” he replied.
“What’s her name?” I asked
“Erin.”
“Oh, that’s a cute name.”
The guy looked at me like I was NUTS and shortly made his way far from our backyard. Lindsey and I looked at each other with “oh-my-god-he-was-so-weird” looks on our faces. Then Linds goes, “Oh my god. Do you think HIS name was Aaron?” Well, that must have been it. No wonder he thought I was nuts. Who tells a guy his name is cute? We laughed so hard… The next few times Erin came around, Aaron was NOT with her… then one day she just wandered into the apartment. She was mine from that point on… My cat named after the boy who I weirdly complimented on accident. To this day, I still don’t know if we accidentally stole her from him or if he she was even his cat...

A Great Judge of Character
Erin was trekked all over the country: from Oklahoma to California to Ohio to Nevada and finally to Michigan. When we first moved to NV, we lived in this really cute house with three other people. At first, it was awesome. I loved my roommates and was having so much fun. The only problem was that Erin kept peeing in one of the girl’s rooms (we’ll call her M)- ON HER BED! She hadn’t EVER done this before. It was completely out of character and seemingly unexplainable. Well, M turned out to be the worst roommate I ever had (yup, even worse than the guy who committed check fraud and stole a Hummer!), so really… Erin was just warning me.

It’s her Vacation Home!
While I was living in Vegas, Abby’s parents would watch her for me whenever I went out of town. It was such a relief knowing she was in good hands and in a wonderful place. The only downside to it was that she NEVER wanted to come home. I worked a lot and lived in a small apartment, so the much larger home that had more people and cats in it was like a resort to her, I’d imagine. It never failed, EVERY TIME I went to pick her up, she’d dart off and hide under a bed, on the top shelf of a linen closet or in the darkest corner she could find. It broke my heart, but made me feel a little less guilty about leaving sometimes.

I’m right HERE.
As I mentioned, my place in Vegas was small. That didn’t stop Er from getting lost. Nope. The first month we lived in that apartment she’d be in the kitchen after I’d already go to bed and all of sudden start screaming like something horrible was happening to her. As soon as I would say, “I’m right here,” she was fine. She’d meow normally and come to me. I’ll never know if it was the dark or the new apartment, but she didn’t do it in the first house in Vegas, or any place prior to that. When we moved to St. Joe, she’d be behind the couch that I was sitting on and “get lost.” She’d scream, wait, I’d call to her, and then the cycle would start over immediately if she didn’t find me. So bizarre.

There are million other stories I could tell, funny nicknames I could explain, quirks I could share… but these are my favorite. They made me smile to type.

Like I said, I never had a pet die before and I never had pets growing up (aside from ten cent goldfish). I hate that I didn’t know how much this was going to suck, how sad it was going to be.

Erin, you were an awesome cat- crazy, loud, weird, cuddly, funny, skinny, neurotic and a tiny bit ditzy- but awesome. I’ll miss you.

Love, Megan

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

An open letter to Amtrak

Dear Amtrak,

I'm riding one of your trains home for Christmas. There are some things I don't like about it (inconvenient schedule, a lot of stops while on the train), but this has mostly been awesome.
  • First of all, I'm writing this blog while I'm still on the freakin' train! You could never do that on a plane. Ever.
  • Second of all, I'm drinking a beer. Which is Awesome, because I really needed one since I almost died about 47 times on the way to the train station. I know you can drink beer on planes, but this is a full size Sam Adams.
  • Ok, next- I can walk around wherever and whenever, no seat belt, no annoying flight attendants. My seat is big and I have tons of legroom and a leg rest!
  • I brought a whole bunch of stuff with me, too... Clothes, shoes, coats, Christmas presents, major appliances (you think I'm kidding...). No extra baggage fee or anything.
Oh!! Did I mention there OUTLETS at the seats?? Two of them. I could charge my laptop and my iPhone. Amazing. I may not get home until 2:30, but at least I can relax on my trip. You definitely can't do THAT on a plane.

Love, Megan