Crazybananas

Hi, I’m Megan.

A little about me? OK, here it goes.

I was born in 1982 in a town in Kansas that is full of cow poop. I’m 27. I work in professional services marketing. Although I had a full academic scholarship to college and once contemplated becoming an astronaut, I have lots of blond moments. I blame my mother.

I started this site four years ago when I was gallivanting around Europe without a care in the world. When I got back I realized that one must pay their credit card bills and thus began the depressing life of a post-college grad with no money, no real income, and a job as a waitress. Which would have been OK, if it weren’t for all of those blond moments. Especially the ones that occured while carrying a tray of sangria to rich business men.

This site tells the story of my life. From the backpacking through Europe to graduating from college to moving to the big city to getting a real job to getting unexpectedly pregnant to quitting said real job to getting married to the college boyfriend to going back to work to the present…where I am currently mom to a four-year-old that is regularly compared to the Tazmanian Devil (or Animal, from the Muppets), wife to a scruffy, delicious, red-bearded man who gets really crabby when he’s hungry, and a poop-picker-upper for one Rottweiler who may or may not have eaten a cat (nothing was ever proven). I’m also pregnant with our second child, Taco John, who, from his most recent sonogram photo, may or may not be a pirate. I’m due on December 23, 2010, ensuring that my poor bearded husband, whose birthday is on Christmas Eve, will forever more have someone to share his misery of duel gifts. Poor little pirates.

I love colorful shoes, British television and thick-rimmed glasses. I like my bourbon on the rocks. I don’t think I could survive without my iPhone. My husband and I have few things in common, but they are the important things, like strange taste in music and the desire to be complete geeks. I love photography and design, and would love to pursue it as a real profession one day. I went to Catholic school for years, but still can’t decide if I believe in “God” (don’t tell my mom). I sometimes think of what my life could have been, had I made different choices, but most of the time I am so glad I was blessed (by something) with the one I got. Unexpected blessings are routine in my home.

To learn even more about me (restrain yourselves, seriously!) click here. If you must, email me at the following address, megan at crazybananas dot com. To see what I plan on doing with this life of mine, click here.

And for those of you who care, the title of this post comes from a quote by Dr. Suess. And I totally agree.