Crazybananas

The last time the Peters fam visited our dear sister and brother-in-law in Colorado, we took our baby to the park.

And, well, yeah. That was obviously A LONG TIME AGO.

It was back when I used to think that photos taken at an angle were “artsy” and I totally overused my Photoshop smoother action.

Dear Allison and Steve (and Lucy),

Sorry I thought things looked better crooked. They just look strange. And also, sorry for making you look all glowy and slightly creepy. I thought it was pretty. I was a dumb blonde. I’ll do better next time.

Sorrowfully yours,
Megan

We’re headed back to Boulder for some R&R, possibly some snowboarding (with minimal injury), and good ole’ quality family time. We couldn’t be more excited!

And I promise to hold my camera straight this trip.

Oi vey.

A few weeks ago, Trent and I were sitting in our kitchen, having a nice Sunday brunch after a VERY rare instance of the whole family sleeping in. Lucy was running around in a tutu or something, and we sat at the table reading newspapers, checking Twitter, discussing the world issues of the day. Until, all of a sudden, this happened:

And yes, I tweeted it. Because, SERIOUSLY?! A zombie action plan?! And then:

Now this is where things get a little hairy. I had a couple of responses via Twitter on the hilarity of the zombie action plan (ZAP?), including one from a sorta-web-famous blogger. When I told Trent about the response, he immediately went to Twitter to see what I’d posted…and then sorta got mad. Ish. Not like, I-wanna-divorce-you-mad, but more like gah-what-the-hell-is-your-problem-woman-mad. Because, let’s face it, I’m an exaggerator. I strech the truth a teeny bit. Or a lot. Depends on what’s funnier. And everyone who knows me knows that it’s just a fact of life. If you do something funny around me, the story will be retold and I will probably make you sound ten feet tall. It’s what I do. I do it here on this website, I do it on Twitter, I do it in real life (have I ever told you how a friend of mine really thought my mom was the CEO of QVC because I used to kiddingly call her that…yeah). So, in order to appease the gods of marital bliss, I posted this:

And that is TOTALLY true.

P.S. In the days following this heated exchange, we received two books on how to survive the zombie apocolypse from Amazon. I swear.

P.P.S. In the spirit of honestly I must tell you something. I have not, nor have I ever had the chance to go to outer space. And my dad never worked for NASA. Wow, that felt good.

P.P.P.S. Technically my dad worked for a state-run program that had a NASA grant. And he was in zero gravity doing experiments. Just not outer space. I never was, because I am lame. He is, in fact, a rock star.

P.P.P.P.S. The plane my dad took to zero gravity is called the “Vomit Comit.” I just think that’s an interesting fact.

The End.

Fin.

Goodbye.

Ciao.

Adios.

A few weeks ago my adorable friend Abbie asked me to do her a favor. She wanted me to make her a few CDs of my favorite music. Now, I’m not sure if you heard me “squeeeeee”-ing from wherever you may be, but trust, the pitch could’ve broken a glass. Now my dear, lovely Abbie and I have very, very different taste. She’s conservative, I’m liberal. She loves (LOVES) her K-State Wildcats, I’m a Jayhawk through and through. She thinks that jumpsuits are appropriate to wear out and about, I think they would make it very difficult to go to the bathroom. Et cetera. But one place where were differ more than most is in our music taste.

In short, I’m kind of a snob. I like indie rock, indie rap, indie hip hop….do you see a trend. I am the definition of an a-hole hipster when it comes to music (although, most of my friends who like the same type of music know WAY more than I do and make me feel like I’m listening to Nickelback or something), and Abbie? Well, Abbie’s more mainstream. Now, we do cross paths here and there. Let me demonstrate with a simple Venn Diagram:

So, well, you can see my dilemna. But now. NOW! Miss Abbie now has, in her possession, TWO CDs filled with nothing but indie rock. And one CD of songs from Glee. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is, at this very moment, Abbie may be listening to The XX, and her mind may be completely blown.

Or….she just switched back to some song by a band that rhymes the word love with the word….love. I choose to believe the former, for my own personal sanity.

See, I told you I’m a snob.

The following message is from the lovely Jennifer, godmother of Carson the most adorable little boy on the planet, therefore, totally awesome. Jennifer has something to say, and I’d like you to listen up. Yes, you. The one eating Doritos at their desk while surfing TMZ.com. And you, playing that zombie killing game (ahem, Trent). Take it away, Jennifer:

I was recently asked by a life long friend if I would join her in a cause very dear to her heart, breast cancer research. When she was 10 years old, my friend Brooke lost her mother to breast cancer. I have other very dear and close friends in my life who have lost loved ones to breast cancer or have loved ones currently fighting the battle. I am very lucky that in my life, in my family, we have not directly been affected by breast cancer, but that does not mean I should sit idly by and do nothing to fight this disease. So when Brooke asked me to participate in the Avon Breast Cancer walk I happily agreed to support my friend and all of my friends who have been affected by breast cancer. In June 2010 I will be walking a marathon and a half, 39 miles in two days, along with hundreds of other women in support of breast cancer research. Along with training for the walk, I also need to raise $1800 in donations to breast cancer research. Please take a moment of your time and help support the cause of breast cancer research. Any donation makes a difference. Thank you!

I too have known way, way too many lovely women who have battled the evil bitch that is breast cancer. Some won that battle, and some did not, but they ALL benefitted from the amazing research that has been and is being done to cure this awful disease. If you can, please help support Jennifer by clicking here. According to the American Cancer Society, the chance of a woman having invasive breast cancer some time during her life is a little less 1 in 8. The chance of dying from breast cancer is about 1 in 35. But breast cancer death rates have been going down, probably the result of finding the cancer earlier and better treatment. Anything you can do to help is much, much appreciated!

And now back to our regularly scheduled discussion of sparkly vampires…

Remember when I used to write monthly letters to my little Lulu? I stopped doing that when she turned two, due the worry for her privacy, the lack of time to keep up, et cetera, et cetera. But just last night Trent and I were talking, and I started to worry that some of the greatest Lucy moments are slipping by, and if I don’t get them down in writing, I might forget completely! So here, in no particular order, are a few things about Lulu that make me smile on a daily basis.

- Every morning she tells me I’m her best friend
- If she sees Trent and I hugging, she run over, yell “Family hug!” and squeeze in between us
- She likes to be in charge of feeding the dog and is constantly telling Molly how wonderful she is
- She uses words like “cool” “awesome” and “bummer”
- When she accidentally wacks me in the head with a book or arm or something she automatically starts going “sorry, sorry, sorry” and kisses wherever the injury is
- She only likes to wear dresses that twirl when she spins
- She hates tights/pants/anything on her legs
- She tells me I look pretty when I’m dressed up for work, and then asks if she can borrow my clothes when she gets bigger
- She can work my iPhone better than I can
- When we’re at home she’s either in her jammies or a princess dress up dress, never normal clothes
- When she gets in trouble or gets denied something she says “I’m sad about that” and storms off to her room
- She lies to strangers and tells them she has older brothers and sisters
- She likes showers, not baths
- Her current favorite album is the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack
- Her current favorite book is The Lorax by Dr. Suess
- She’ll yell at strangers for littering (see: Her favorite book)
- She’s a master at stalling, she’ll always ask to stay up for “12 more minutes”
- She likes to lay nose-to-nose in her bed before she’ll fall asleep
- She hates getting up in the morning, and will cover her head with her pillow and hide when I come in to wake her
- Her favorite game is “hiding,” but she will always tell you where she’ll be hiding before she goes there, as in “I’m gonna go hide under the couch, then you come find me”
- She does not like broccoli

I know it’s totally cliche, but I adore Lulu. She is my favorite person in the world. Ever. She’s inching closer and closer to the age when she’ll be totally embarrassed by everything I do (am, say, act), but for now, she still thinks I’m the best person she knows. And honestly, there’s not really anything better than that.