Friday Thing or why I heart Unicorns so much!

I know, I know it's actually Saturday, but I had like zero time to post yesterday. Here is the "Friday Thing" that my fab prof. passed out. Enjoy! I laughed pretty hard.

Things Almost As Magical As A Unicorn
by Bob Shea
A magical horse(without horn)
A talking frog with a pointy hat and some
A really, really good mime sleight-of-hand skills
That spray that took the smell out of our sofa
A dancing goat
A rabbit's foot taped to a horseshoe

How To Tell If A Unicorn Is Into You
by Elizabeth Ellen

He pays for dinner
He tells you repeatedly you have beautiful eyes
He sends you flowers when it isn't your birthday or Valentine's Day

You Might Be A Unicorn If
by Elizabeth Ellen

Your favorite color is sparkle
Your best friend is Rainbow Brite
You family reunion consists fo both horses and narwals.

Places You're Likely To Find A Unicorn
by Patrick Cassels

The time before time
Realms of wizardry, necromancy, and general enchantment
The Third Age New Zealand
Where Pan doth play his pipes
Trapper Keepers

What Makes Unicorns Cry
by Bob Shea
Seasonal Allergies
Getting punched in the horn
A Sad movie
Those who refuse to believe in them
Unicorn-themed fan fiction
Orphans throwing rocks at them
War, poverty, injustice--same stuff as you and me
Renegade wizards who refuse to join the alliance
Older, mean-spirited unicorns
Your habitual lying
Overactive thyroid

(this was taken from Mountain Man Dance Moves---The McSweeney's Book of Lists)

Guess who just booked a trip to Ireland with her sistas? And, guess who had a wonderful time sipping tea, looking fab, and enjoying the company of good friends?

Any guesses?

IT'S ME!!!!

p.s I will post pics later of the tea party because we all looked great and it must be shared.

Reasons why my Birthday was FABULOUS!!

1. The suprise party my class threw for me. It was sweet. And, getting to see Felicia's baby!
2. One of my students telling EVERYONE, "It's Megan's Birthday!"
3. Cupcakes at my tap dancing class
4. Tap dancing class on my bday...so much fun!
5. Buying jeans that make my ginormous behind look kinda nice.
6. Pei Wei with Fab friends
7. Zac greeting me first thing in the morning
8. A beautifully decorated house
9. chocolate
10. peanut butter ice cream
11. a delicious bday cake made by Miss M
12. lots of Facebook birthday wishes
13. Fred Ferkels
14. A house full of people to celebrate my existence
15. knowing that a very cute boy was going to come to my party
16. laughing until it hurts
17. A text from a good friend saying, "I am glad you were born!" (it meant so much)

I had a great birthday. This meant a lot because I have had a few pretty lousy weeks. It made me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life that I do!
xoxox

Another reason to say the *F* word....

I went to my foot doctor and he gave me two cortisone shots in my right foot. I wanted to say the f word, but did a lovely job of refraining. I am still wearing the freaking boot...boo hoo! Will I ever wear two shoes again?

St. Patrick's Day!

If I were really computer savy, the font will be all sorts of fancy! But, I am not....
I am attempting to make my first corned beef and cabbage. The corned beef smell is starting to fill the air (and my nostrils) and I am hoping on a prayer that it turns out Y-to the UMMY! I will let you know! I have always, always loved St. Patrick's Day. Growing up, we never did anything really special( I did dress head to toe green and gave my teachers chocolates shaped like potatoes),but I remember feeling like this day belonged to the Keeney's. I was (and still am) proud of my Irish heritage. I have never met my Grandma and Grandpa Keeney, but I can pretty much guess that they were awesome people. It thrills me beyond to know that someday I get to meet them and learn more about what makes me....ME! I LOVE that my mom gave my siblings and I all Irish names. When I was younger, I hated that I was the only Megan in school. I didn't want to be unique. I wanted to be a Jennifer or a Michelle(not that those names aren't unique...no hate mail, please), but now I love it! During Christmas, I went to New York and visited Ellis Island. I was so excited to find the Keeney name listed on the walls of the immigrants that passed through Ellis Island. I felt some sort of connection to them, even though I have never heard any stories of them and don't even know their names, but someday I will. I hope, someday, to visit the Emerald Isle and bask in the beauty of those green hills I have seen pictured. Visiting Ireland has been something that I have always wanted to do. Erin Go Braugh!

p.s I have to go finish cooking the corned beef and cabbage,but will try to post about the treasure hunt we had at school today! My students made today magical....magically delicious?!

And the "Favorite Person of the Day" award goes to....

One of my student's mom for saying,"You don't need to lose any weight, if you did you would fly away!" "You are already skinny!" BLESS YOU!!

I got my mind set on you...

I feel like I need a lighter post to go with the last one. I love when a song brings back great, great memories. This song by George Harrison reminds me of being in Germany, as an exchange student ( I should find some pics from that time). The year was 1989 and I was a mere 14 years old. Can you believe that my mom let me travel a bazillion miles away without her? She did. It was the evening after the graduation of my fellow german friends. We were celebrating with some good polka music and o.j (orange juice and not orenthal james). I had left for a while to go eat some food. My German exchange partner came looking for me and was none to happy that I had left....oops! I went back to the building where the post graduation celebration was being held. I remember leaning in the back, against the brick wall. The music was pretty bad and then, as if a 14 year old girl's prayer was answered, George Harrison started serenading me. Oliver, the cute german boy, grabbed my hand and off we went to go dance. We were the evenings entertainment. The rest of the exchange group followed and soon we were all dancing. I remember how the parents just watched us the entire time. Ah, it was a moment that I wanted to last forever, but I relive it everytime I hear this song. Thanks George!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u88POFV2Pms

Trust Jesus

I was walking back from class, the other day and I noticed the words, "Trust Jesus" stenciled on the sidewalk. I think I have seen this stenciled all over the valley and yet, haven't given it much thought, until now. What does it mean to "Trust Jesus"? Is it just a phrase that someone wanted to write, but really means nothing? So often I have put my trust in man and time and time again, I fall short. I find myself kicking against the pricks (figuratively and literally..ha!) and getting hurt. Why is this a lesson so hard for me to grasp? Seriously. Putting my trust in Jesus is really the only way to find peace and happiness. He really is the one that can succor us in our time of need. He is the one that can carry our burdens AND even make them lighter. I desperately desire this and yet, afraid to just let go. A few weeks back, we had our ward conference. Our new Stake President is so amazing. He is 29 years old (did your mouth just drop open?) and yet, I know that he is an inspired man. He retold the story of the Savior visiting Mary at the garden tomb in a way I had never thought of before. Here was Mary weeping at the tomb because she didn't know where the Savior was. Some angels appear before her and ask, " why weepest thou?" Maybe this seemed a bit insensitive, but it wasn't meant to be. Then the Savior asks , "Mary, why weepest thou?" He asked her because He was confused as to why she was weeping. She had no need of weeping for He just overcame EVERYTHING that anyone of us will ever experience. The Stake President then said, "I am sure there are some of you here that have depression, anxiety etc. etc., but that we need not weep because the Savior knows us." Just as He called Mary by her name, He too will call us by ours. It was a beautiful lesson. I have felt the healing power of the Savior in my life. I know that He loves me and yet, I sometimes fail to recipricate that love. I am grateful, beyond grateful for someone who knows and loves me. Sometimes I feel like that must be a hard thing to do. So, I am working on trusting Jesus because it really is that simple and oh so necessary.

p.s sorry this is so personal. it's what was on my mind.