Oh My Goodness!

That's my go-to phrase when I don't know what to say.
"Oh my goodness" or "Oh dear" are my favorites.

Yes, I don't know what to say. I haven't blogged since.. like October and now it's March and I feel like a jerk.

I would like to say a lot has happened since I wrote last, but.. OH WAIT IT HAS! That's right, this girl has finally moved out of her parents' house and into one of her own! It's a miracle.

I never thought it would happen, but it finally did and I am so excited about it. Let me tell you how it happened.

I remember going home from work and Mom was making supper. I was standing in the kitchen talking to her when my phone buzzed. I looked it and I had a Facebook message. It read:

"Hey Morgan. How's it going? Well, I just wanted to let you know that we have a 2-bedroom/1 bath house that will come up for rent Feb. 1 (it's surprisingly close to your 'rents house!) and wondered if you would be interested in renting it yourself or with a friend? It's a very nice little house.....
We haven't advertised yet, just thought I could extend an offer to you - if you're at all interested."

I kind of looked at my phone in shock. I had been thinking of looking into apartments and stuff, but I just hadn't gotten around to it yet. I saw that message and thought, "Is this my chance?"

Rent was pretty cheap (if you have a roommate, which I do) and I immediately thought of my friend and co-worker who has unhappy in her apartment.

It sort of snowballed from there. We saw the house, loved it, I made a budget to figure out if I could afford it (which I can if I cut out spending money on stupid things) and BOOM! we moved!

Moving was crazy. My whole family helped me, which I saw as payback for all the times I helped them move.

When I was moving out, I got really nostalgic. As I was packing, I got really sad because I was packing up my whole life. I had lived in that bedroom since I was two years old. Sure, I went to college, but I left all my stuff at my parents' house. This time, I packed up EVERYTHING.

When my room was empty and all my stuff moved into trucks, I sat on my floor and just looked at my room. I had picked out the paint and personally painted each wall. I picked out the carpet and helped my dad install it. Each nail hole represented a picture that will now be hung in my new bedroom. I had so many memories in that room and now it's not mine anymore.

But it got better when I set up my new bedroom in my new house. It took me a little while, but I'm okay now. It's been a month and I am doing well. I saw my old bedroom at my parents' house and they've already changed it up. It's like they were just waiting for me to leave! They started rearranging their stuff about two days after I left! I was like, whoa.. cool your jets guys!

It's nice, to be an adult and not have to answer to my parents every time I want to go some place or just sit on the couch all day and play my Sims 3.

Sure, money is tight. Tighter than tight, but I manage. It's all part of being an adult. Though sometimes it really sucks and there are things I really don't want to do, I have to suck it up and do it. Well, I'm supposed to do it. I haven't done some of the things I have to do yet.. like health insurance. Oops.

My roommate and I are getting along quite well. We've known each other for like.. six years so it's all good.

Though I'm pretty sure my grandma thinks I'm a lesbian. I know, right? Talk about weird. I was at my grandma and grandpa's house for Easter and she was asking me how I like my house. I told her great, I really like it. Then she asked me, "So, how does your lady friend like the house?"

My lady friend? Really Grandma? My lady friend?

I answered, "Well, my roommate really likes it."

Dear, sweet Grandmother. I like men. With penises. And beards. Just so you know. Thanks.

My weird dream

SURPRISE! 

Hello there, dear blog. I didn't do my monthly post in September, but that's what happens when a girl is busy, okay? Back off. 

And yes, I've been super busy. Being a sports photographer (both football, volleyball AND cross country), a writer, a designer and overall awesome person takes a lot of work. Trust. 

Anywhozle, I'm not writing this blog to update you on my life (which I just did), I'm writing to you about my extremely weird dream last night. More like a weird sequence of dreams. 

Here it goes: 

I went to sleep around 11:30 last night. I was tired from the football game and I just wanted to go to bed early (that's early for a weekend). 

I haven't been dreaming very often - or at least, I'm not remembering them. But these were different. These were.. especially weird to me. 

I don’t remember much from my original dream. I was sitting in a recliner, feet propped up, talking to a boy. I don’t know who though.  I felt like we were in one of my Sims houses.. weird, right? Anyway, two of my nieces come barreling into the room from the right. K – 11 and T – 6 hop on my lap, crying. I ask them what’s wrong, they say nothing. B – 7 come into the room from the left and is very upset. She hops on my lap too (it’s very crowded) and tells me her mom is mad and she’s crying. At that point, their mother walks into the room from the left and turns to me. She points at us and says ‘You’re little brother is dead and it’s all K’s fault.’

I wake up immediately. I looked at the clock and it was 4:00 a.m.. Okay, that’s was really weird. But I’ll go back to sleep. I grabbed my pillow and went back to sleep.

The only part of the next dream I remember is me and my sister-in-law discussing how we had the exact same dream the night before – the dream I just wrote about. All she remembered was walking into the room and yelling that her son was dead because of her oldest daughter.

Weird right? I dream about having the same as someone else?

And those aren’t the only dreams I had last night.

Apparently I’ve been watching too much Buffy the Vampire Slayer because I had a dream about that last night too. Except I was part of the Scooby gang as a witch, just like Willow. I was trapped at the apartment with a girl I went to high school with. Except, we weren’t really trapped. This part of the dream is really fuzzy. I remember going making several men appear in the apartment. We were looking for the right suitors for us when my magic backfired and all those guys started chasing us. That’s when the other Scoobys showed up. Giles was yelling at me because I was using magic for the wrong reasons. Willow was trying to help me make all the guys go away. The fight went through the town, under some buildings (weird again) and finally ended when we found this interesting magic wand that could do anything. ANYTHING. So we made all the guys disappear (at this point, some of my favorite Youtube stars showed up – like Shane Dawson, Jenna Marbles and Steve Greene) and we all chased the guys and got rid of them. But then we started using the wands to make our lives easier and Giles got pissed again and took it away.

That was the end of that dream.

My next dream takes place at Disneyland. It was a sort of competition and me and my friends were the judges. These two people (who looked like two kids in the high school I cover for my job and I see all the time) had to carve this new area of Disneyland out of trees. Morgan (yes, her name was Morgan – again, weird since that’s my name was well) made a jungle gym area. I remember it wasn’t very challenging. It seemed her area was geared toward little kids. I’m trying to remember the inside of her shop area. Inside the doorway, there were sculptures of Goofy and Donald Duck in kayaks. Inside was filled with Disney toys. The walls were full of sculptures of Disney characters. I can’t remember details. I do remember this one chair shaped like Mickey Mouse’s head – ears and all. That was fun. And it came apart, on purpose. I don’t know.

The other guy built an elaborate jungle gym and you had to go the right way to make it through to the shop. It was hard. And you had to go fast.. or maybe you didn’t have to but we did because we were racing. I’m not quite sure. Anyway – his shop area was huge! And it was like a flea market, but with really nice things. And there was a upper loft area full of people dressed up as Disney characters.. except Spiderman was there too – that’s not right. But there was a room off the side labeled junior’s area and I went in there to check it out and it wasn’t finished. Major points taken away. Boxes were sitting everywhere full of merchandised to be sold. Naughty Naughty dude who looks like a high schooler.

In the end, she won. They tore his down and Morgan’s got to stay in Disneyland.

Then I woke up. Very confused. I've never even been to Disneyland. 

FYI - I just Googled 'funny dreams' and a ton of pictures of Taylor Lautner showed up. HOW MUCH SENSE DOES THAT MAKE? 

That would be totally freaking cool! 

August. Woot.

It guess it is not time for my monthly post. You know, I have all these grand ideas in my head, what I want to write about, how often I want to write.. but then I never do. 

WHAT IS WITH THAT?

Okay, that was basically me yelling at myself. 

Unfortunately, this blog post will be short, due to the fact that it is currently 4:53 and I leave work in seven minutes. Seven! I am very excited by this, as you can tell with the appropriate pronunciation. 

Anywhozle, life is going as life goes. SUPER FREAKING FAST. I am in a state of shock, that August is more than half way over. Like, it just started Father Time, so slow your roll. 

It is now 4:55. MUST TYPE FASTER. 

Except when I type fast, I make more mistakes. Therefore, I have to delete more which takes up even MORE time, precious typing time. 

So yes, hello blog. I've miss you. Have you missed me? Probs not. It's okay, I don't hold it against you. 

What has been happening with my life, you ask? Well, let me tell you. 

I have been SUPER FREAKING BUSY these last few weeks, but I love it. I'd rather be busy then be sitting here day in and day out, sorting papers and listening to Justin Bieber on my iPod (though yes, that is what I do on my breaks). I have recently become a sports photographer and I LOVE IT. I have been to a total of one football game for work, but what a game it was! Okay, not really. My home team lost. Bad. But it was still awesome. To be on the sidelines, that close to the action! 

It is now currently 4:58. I must go. I know, this was so short. I'm sorry! I have to shut down my computer, gather my things, clock out and get the hell outta dodge... work... whatever. 

Peace. 

P.S. Look at my picture!

I took this picture. Me! I did it! I was very proud of myself. I didn't get run over or tackled (though yes, there were a few close calls) but it was awesome!!

America's Birthday

Happy Fourth of July one and all! 


Can you image a group of guys getting together 236 years ago and signing the piece of parchment that would shape our country into what it is today? 


Yeah, me either. And they all wore powdered wigs, which is uber weird. I wonder if they were all secretly bald. 


Anyway, do you ever wonder what our world would be like today if something had gone wrong that day in 1776? Would I be British? Because that would be pretty sweet. 


I love this holiday. I love the way people gather together to celebrate our freedom, honor those who help defend it. My favorite part is the fireworks. 


When I was little, I was absolutely terrified of them. And yet my parents took me to them every single year and I would cower on my blanket and cry when the big ones went boom. 


As I've grown older, I learned to love them. Now my favorite ones are the big ones that go boom.


I'm the type of person who gets very emotional. Whenever towns have fireworks on the Fourth of July, they play "I'm Proud to be an American," I freaking tear up. I know, talk about corny and sad but it's true. I just think about all the American pride that happens on that day, everyone together to celebrate our Independence. It's amazing. 


If only it weren't so frreaking hot! It was 100 degrees today. That's crazy, insane even. And I had to cover a local celebration for my job and I think I sweated buckets and buckets. It was gross. 


That was all that was really on my mind today. 


God Bless America :) 

A secret

Even as I'm re-reading this, I'm tempted to delete it. Honestly? I'm afraid of what people will think of me. It might seem like I'm the kind of person who lets stuff just roll off my back. I usually am. But there are a few things about me I keep very close to the chest, afraid of what people will actually think about me once they find out what it is. This is one of them. But I think it's something that I need to get out. So, here it is. One of my close-kept secrets. 

Once a month

That is seriously all I ever post. Once a stupid month. 
I really have goals for myself when it comes to blogging. 
"I will do one every week" 
"I just have to do it more often. This is ridiculous" 


But do I ever do it? No. 
The usual excuses come to mind: I'm too busy, too forgetful.. blah blah blah 
The real reason? I feel like I don't have a lot to say. 


I'm not going to go all emotional and stuff on you, so don't worry about that. 
I am literally so exhausted so my brain is shut off. Like - not functioning anymore. 
You have no idea how many times I've hit the backspace button already, and 
I've barely typed anything. I live a sad life, what can I say? 


So, I have this Google Drive thingy-ma-jing now on my phone/computer and 
I type little snippets of stuff on there whenever they come to me. 
I only have two things on there right now, but I thought I'd share them with you. 


1) I recently attended my cousin's son's firsf birthday party. Seeing my cousin take on the job of motherhood is simply amazing, but it also makes me realize how we all have grown up and are adults now. We all have our own lives, own jobs and responsibilities. Its crazy because I remember when my cousins and I were little and we would have so much fun together. I would go over to my aunt and uncle's house and we would all play barbies in their basement. We would play hide and seek on their farm and pet the cows. My other cousins would visit from Minnesota every holiday and it would be so special. Now, they never come down. I haven't seen or heard from them in over a year, I think. One cousin lives 3.5 hours away in Southern Iowa with her husband and son, one lives in Des Moines (with her fiance) and the other goes to school in Indianola. Its been awhile since we have all been together, in one place all at once. I miss it.

This is hilarious. Seriously. Read it. Are you reading it?
They are all true. I think. 

Being an adult is not everything it's cracked up to be. When I was little, all I had to worry about was which Generation Girl I wanted to be in my group of friends, which Polly Pocket I wanted to play with that night and how many girls did I want to invite to my birthday party. Now, I worry about how I'm going to pay all of my bills (on time) and afford to fix my car, why does gas have to be so expensive, the unrest overseas, war, am I ever going to move out parents' house, should I get a second job.. things like that. I miss being a kid. I miss the fun I had, the laughter, the free-ness. High school and college? Don't even get me started on the things I miss from those days. Don't even. I could write three blog posts about it.


2) **I recently went to some stock car races and this little book starter popped into my head. This is literally how some of my stories start, with just a sentence or two**
Its Friday night and I am in my favorite place in the whole world. No, not the football field or out in a bar. It's better.

As I sit in the bleachers, the low roar of the crowd gets me excited, the adrenaline flowing. Everyone is waiting for that green light. Then it happened.

The rumble of engines hits me down to the bones. My seat shakes and my teeth rattle as modified engines groan under pressure.


I think it has potential. I will make it awesome. Don't worry. You'll get updates. My other story? Well, it took a back seat when I got a job and tried to get my life together. Now that it's sort of together, I'll start it again. I'll write two at once! Don't think I can? Mmhmm. Just you wait. 


What else is on my mind? A special trip I have planned to see one of my very best friends. The other is coming back from England soon and I couldn't be more excited about that if i tried. I miss all of my friends. Lots of other things but I can't put words to them right now because of the whole "brain shut off" thing I've got going on. I'll keep you updated.. MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH. 



Til then. 

Dreams..

I have been having some pretty strange dreams lately.

Not the kind where you wake up as a carrot or you're being chased by a large hamster (both of which I have dreamed of), the kind that seem really.. well, real.

Two nights ago, I dreamt I had an arranged marriage. Yeah, talk about coming from left field.

My husband's name was Sam, he was a red-headed, attractive guy and I wasn't complaining about having to marry him. It was the fact that I had no part in planning my wedding whatsoever that got me so upset (during my dream). I had no idea what my dress looked like until I tried it on the day of my wedding. I didn't even know if there wasn't going to be a pastor there to marry us. I was completely clueless. And, on top of it, my dad drunkly walked me down the aisle. It was horrible. I don't remember anything other than that. I just remember being extremely upset the whole day. And poor Sam was completely clueless.

My other dream also involved marriage. I was married to a friend from high school, who shall remain nameless. I did have a very (very, very, very) small crush on him in high school, but that was almost five years ago. I got over it. And I just saw him a couple of months ago and that crush did NOT return, let me tell you. He's still as weird as he was in high school.

Anyway, in my dream, we were married and lived on a beach with my best friends from college and their husbands. I distinctly remember us driving in a car somewhere, but I don't know where. I hate how I don't remember now, when I did with great clarity this morning. Ugh.

But why have my dreams been focused on marriage and the future these last couple of days? What is going on inside my subconscious that is making me have dreams like this?

I Googled "dream interpretations" and then looked up marriage, engagements.. etc. Here's what I got.

Wedding

• To dream of a wedding indicates your life is about to change. An aspect of your waking life is ending, but another is about to begin. In many cases, you may feel negatively about the wedding you see in your dreams. This is typically meant to bring to mind a fear or anxiety from your waking life. You may have some feelings of sorrow, or a loved one may soon pass. Conversely, it may indicate a fear of commitment. Consider your relationships; are you getting ready to take one to the 'next level?' Are you scared to do so?
• To dream of a wedding dress foreshadows new and exciting experiences. You may meet people who you will grow to cherish as valued friends.
• To dream that you are engaged to be married suggests your desire for intimacy or companionship. You could be attempting to quell your sense of isolation. www.dreamforth.com

Are you the type of person who believes dreams actually have meaning or are they random thoughts of your subconscious? I am... on the fence.