Bye Bye July


This month has been SOOOOO long and I am really happy it is finally over.

I didn't necessarily have a bad month, it just felt really long and I want to just move and be done and get everything over with. I went to the U's orientation on Thursday (it was stupid, hence the name orientation,) except the fact that they served Chips and Salsa, Bart gave them points for that one and I had my picture taken for my U Card (which gives me a free pass for Trax, Frontrunner, and the bus system so that's cool.)

I was able to get into the classes I needed surprisingly, but I still feel so lost. They obviously do things differently down there and I don't know what part of their Communications Major I want to do. Journalism? New Media? Strategic Communications? -yeah, I don't know what any of that is either-

We move in 10 days
I have 6 days of work left
We still have 2348 things to pack up
I start school and my new job in 22 days
I will be homeless for 2 days
Bart won't be getting a pay check for 60 days

August will be an adventure...


Megan Vs. Banker

So I had to close my bank account today so Bart and I don't have so many extra ones and who knew it would be such an ordeal

This guy acted so butt hurt that I was leaving. I told him I got married and it was just easier for me to move to his bank than the other way around. I also told him that there weren't a lot of these banks around Salt Lake, he immediately said "well yeah, we are more quality than quantity. those other guys will just take your money and handle your transactions" (um....isn't that the point? I don't really need a bank account for anything else...)

He went off asking me questions about why "they lost." Dude, there were no winners or losers in this because we didn't have an argument about it, it wasn't even really a discussion, I just assumed I would move my money over to Bart's account, no argument needed.

He then went on to tell me that later on in our marriage I will realize that I will always be right and my husband will give me whatever I want because his brain is finally to the point where it realizes the consequences for actions. WTF. This has nothing to do with the fact that I lost some kind of fight so I have to close my bank account!

I mentioned that I was using a credit union now and all hell broke loose. He went off saying how they can't be trusted because they play dirty and don't have to play by the rules or pay taxes blah blah blah low interest rates blah blah blah. Seriously dude, CALM DOWN.

I was really annoyed that I kept having to defend my actions to this guy. He told me he was new so maybe that is why he was acting so weird but either way, I had good feelings about this bank until my encounter with this banker. I told him it was nothing personal, trying to lighten the mood but he just said, "well yeah, we do kind of take it personal." Well shit, my bad, I guess I should have thought about what YOU wanted and what is best for YOU in my life because heaven forbid I am doing this because it benefits me, you're right, how selfish.


Fat-Kid Day

So here is how my fat-kid day turned out:

6:45 a.m. Bart wakes me up by smacking my face/head with pillows

7:00 a.m. Eat Lucky Charms

7:15 a.m. Head off to the gym (go me!)

8:30 a.m. Get home, take shower, do the dishes, think I will be productive by making a list of all the things I need to do today (didn't get one thing on said list done.)

9:00 a.m. Eat a piece of cold pizza and watched some T.V.

9:15 a.m. Ate another piece of pizza

9:20 a.m. Ate another piece of pizza

10:00 a.m. Still watching T.V. and I think I ate one more piece of pizza (seriously, this pizza we made last night is dang good.)

10-12 p.m. Continued to watch T.V. while snacking on Frosted Mini Wheats

1:00 p.m. decided to get ready for work

1:30 p.m. Went to Macy's to get some Cheddar Gold Fish, a Veggi Juice, some Gummy Bears, Pineapple and Watermelon

2-7 p.m Worked and snacked on above purchased treats

7:15 p.m. Took a break and got an Ice Cream Cone at Macy's with Bart

7:15- 9 p.m. Drank water because my stomach hurt

All I wanted to do today was sit and eat, and that is exactly what I did. I feel like I am not the only one who has these days, I may just be the only one who admits it.

Tomorrow I will be drinking water and probably not eating anything because my body is slowly eating me from the inside out.

p.s. Don't judge me, and no family, I am not pregnant.


Never underestimate a grilled steak

So I decided that I need to blog more about the happenings of our happy life and it just so happens that Bart decided to bust out the grill tonight, which is pretty happy....right?

Bart is a pretty incredible chef. Brownies are in the oven.


Attempting to be domestic

So Bart and I went to bed at 10 last night which might sound really early to most, but pretty typical for us. The only difference, at least for me, was that I wasn't very tired. I was still able to fall asleep of course, but woke up wide awake at 5 this morning.

I haven't done this for a while so it didn't really bother me that bad, I was starving so I ate some cereal and read a book. It was one of those mornings though that I could have totally made some awesome wife points by making breakfast and all that for Bart when he got up. (He wakes up at 6 and has to be to work by 7).  That's right ladies and gentlemen, I was willing to be all domesticated and wife-like.

The only problem with this master plan? Bart doesn't like breakfast, he doesn't like to have a full meal in the morning which is the exact opposite to me. I could have eggs and hash browns and fruit and toast and cereal and be very happy. He would rather just have some cereal.

So I was not able to make a big yummy breakfast because that just isn't what he likes. I was however able to make him a sack lunch to take to work...so I guess that counts a little bit.

I really like waking up early, as long as I don't feel tired. I like the peacefulness of it all, it is very relaxing, and makes for a good start to the day. I haven't slept in past 7:30 all summer, but I haven't really minded, it adds a few extra hours to my day that I can spend however I like.

I am very ready at this point to move out of Logan, not that I am hating Logan, because I am not, I am just ready for this change to actually happen, and start transitioning into everything new that will be going on. We have 21 days left and I am hoping it will go by quickly. We are slowly starting to re-pack everything (much more efficient this time) and it will just be nice to get all settled into a place where I can actually decorate and make it feel like home.


No Kids Allowed



This place was incredible. It was amazing to see the human body with the skin off. The body is such an intricate masterpiece and this exhibition showed it off perfectly.

On another note, I was put into nursery today at church to fill in for someone. I thought I was going to die. I stood around for the first half hour feeling so awkward. (Do I talk to them? Do they even understand what I am saying? I really don't like children... )

I gagged when I had to wipe this kid's nose. I could feel the snot through the tissue and it was kind of crunchy....sick

I no longer want to name a future daughter Brooklyn

Snack time is apparently only for the kids even though I wanted pretzels too.

It was pretty fun to watch one little boy pick on this other whiny annoying little girl who screamed bloody murder when he took her doll. I always seem to side with the bully, since they are usually picking on kids who need to get their butts kicked anyway.

Moral of the story: Megan Bowen should NOT be in nursery.....or have children anytime in the near future.


T: Twins

So believe it or not another stupid mother came in with her kids today to get their hair cut and she let us know right away they are twins

"I don't know if you can tell
(we could) but they're twins." Cool lady. Now shut up

This mother decided that she didn't want her twin boys to look like twins anymore. She said they were going to a reunion and she "wanted people to realize there are two of them" Duh lady, I am sure your family realizes there are two kids and if they don't, then they don't sound like great family members anyway.

So one of them gets on my chair and starts touching stuff and I am in no mood for that so I wasn't very nice...and his mom kind of glared at me but whatever, if your child is going to touch my stuff then I have the right to tell him to keep is dirty little hands to himself. I asked him to sit down to see if he was tall enough without a booster seat and the mom yells out that he is (thank you peanut gallery, but I can take it from here) turns out he ISN'T tall enough so he got the seat.

Anyway, she wants their hair cut differently so they look different (even though they are identical) but she also wants them both to have short hair. News flash lady, every. single. short. hair. cut. looks. EXACTLY. THE. SAME. your children will not be the exception. How does she rectify this? By making us carve their freaking initials into the side of their head.

She asked me if I was good with designs and I just told her straight up that no, I am not good with designs so I am not promising anything. Luckily she only wanted the letter T which I can kind of do because it doesn't require any kind of curved edges. She then proceeds to tell us that she wants it on their left side because "they are mirror image twins and they each have a dominate side" whatever the hell THAT means. And keep in mind that she is repeating the EXACT same things to both of us even though we are 2 feet away.

So as I am carving this hideous T in the back of his head she comes over laughing saying I must think she is so silly for doing this......no comment. Ya know how people say stuff like that hoping you will say "oh no, it's fine" well I don't really humor them much anymore. Yes lady, you are weird. I am sorry that God blessed you with twins but maybe instead of trying to make them look different by giving them "different" hair cuts that look exactly the same you should try something else. I would be happy to break his arm for you since he is touching all of my stuff, I think a bright cast on his hand would help distinguish between the two.


Hey, it's OK

Third installment of my personal favorite kind of blog post.

Hey, It's OK
....to eat cereal out of a Tupperware so you don't have to do the dishes just yet

...to have lots of wedding pictures all over your house (you looked your best that day rrright?!)

...to not be able to sit through a whole movie at home, you have way too many other things to do.

...to untag yourself in a Facebook picture you look like crap in

... to leave the gym after 30 minutes even though you really aren't that sweaty 

... to eat a brownie on the way to said gym session....and when you get home. 

...to put your hands in the air when Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’ comes on despite not being single.

...to wear the same outfit Friday and Saturday night because you’re seeing different friends.

...Admitting that your only consistent news source is John Stewart’s “The Daily Show”.

...to automatically not like a guy because he left an awful tip. 

... to not like the potato salad crap that is at EVERY family get-together

I may or may not be dying...

Sometimes I feel like an 80 year old in a 21 year old's body.

and it's really annoying.

Could please tell me why even after I eat all my servings of fruits and vegetables, exercise on a regular basis, and get 8 hours of sleep a night, my body still feels like shit?

oh, and screw doctors. I don't come to your office to chat to the med student who is shadowing you today about my wedding and upcoming changes in my life, lets move on to the real issues here. I also don't come in assuming I have a deathly condition that you need to cure me from. I realize it probably isn't a big thing, but when it effects my daily life, it is big enough. I have never really liked you Dr. F, and I am pretty happy that I don't have to come see you anymore. I am sorry that I feel like my body should feel better than it does. At this rate, I will be an old crotchety person by the time I am 30 just because I am in so much pain. And if you think this is me whining then screw you too because I am not whining, I am just complaining for a second...there's a difference.


Frisbee, horse shoes and stretching

What I learned today:

I suck at Horse Shoes. I almost got a ringer...around a 7 year old's neck.

Old Grist Mill sandwiches are much better with white bread. (No surprise there).

Throwing a Frisbee is harder than it looks.

I should stretch my legs more often.

Having time pass quickly when you work 9 hours IS possible.

Always use plenty of Cream of Mushroom Soup when using wheat noodles.
Bart is also able to mess up a crock pot dinner.


Consequences of a job well done

So we played softball tonight...

And I may or may not be able to move tomorrow.


I need to get my butt in shape.

And for all of you shocked that I had the ability to play a sport: suck it.



Health Goal of the Week:

Make more than half of the grains I eat Wheat

No, you aren't mistaken, I am starting this week goal on a Thursday. 3 days I am going to try this. It is going to be rough seeing as how I really really don't like wheat things. 

Noodles. Bread......noodles. 
As we speak I am making one of my favorite dishes with mostly wheat noodles...what a waste.

If I make it through the next three days I may just keep going...we'll see.


God Bless the USA

Love your country.  Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you that by striving to perfect yourselves therein you may prepare to ascend to him.  ~Giuseppe Mazzini

If tomorrow all the things were gone,
I’d worked for all my life.
And I had to start again,
with just my children and my wife.

I’d thank my lucky stars,
to be livin here today.
‘ Cause the flag still stands for freedom,
and they can’t take that away.

And I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I wont forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
‘ Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,
God bless the USA.

From the lakes of Minnesota,
to the hills of Tennessee.
Across the plains of Texas,
From sea to shining sea.

From Detroit down to Houston,
and New York to L.A.
Well there's pride in every American heart,
and its time we stand and say.

That I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I wont forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
‘ Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,
God bless the USA.

And I’m proud to be and American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I wont forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
‘ Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,
God bless the USA.

So Bart and I and some friends went to USU and watched a firework show. About half way through I realized that I need to be more patriotic, more appreciative of my country.

It seems like these days all I hear is complaints about the country, all of the things that are wrong with it and I think we forget just how lucky and blessed we are to be here in the first place.

No The United States of America isn't perfect, yes this country isn't in the best of shape and various leaders (regardless of your political affiliations) do things that don't make sense to a lot of people. But we are still blessed. This is still a blessed country and I think people need to remember that more often, including myself.

I see patriotism as more than just wearing red, white and blue for one weekend out of the year. I know I need to be better and remember this country in my prayers more often.

I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives.  I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.  ~Abraham Lincoln

We can't all be Washington's, but we can all be patriots.  ~Charles F. Browne
Patriotism... is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.  ~Adlai Stevenson

A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle; and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.  ~George William Curtis


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