Ohio Sate Fair

This is just going to be a short post to let all of you know that I won the title of "Ohio State Grand Champion" in the Park Pleasure Division of Saddleseat. (For those of you who don't speak horse lingo that means I won a yearly title in my riding division for the entire state of Ohio!)

Insatiable

As many of you know I am "Baylor Bound." I have an apartment all lined up with an awesome roomie and a great class schedule to boot. However, I am having a bit of trouble currently. You see, moving means packing, packing means organizing, and organizing means that things are going very slowly. I think one of the most important things I've learned about myself (and probably others too) as I've been packing is that as a human I am drawn to purchase things that I never use. I see them on tv or in the store and think "Wow! That's just what I need," (despite the fact that I've never needed it before) "I'll buy it." Inevitably, I get it home, put it away, never use it, and over time forget I even have the darn thing. I wish that I could say I have only found one or two of these objects as I've been packing. Unfortunately, I must admit that I have dozens or more. It's sad. I look at these things and wonder how much money I could have saved if I hadn't bought any of them. What could I have gotten of real value if I had restrained myself? *sigh* Isn't it sad and ironic that so many of us buy things we'll never use, while children starve in third world countries? I have so much to be grateful for, to be satisfied with, and yet it is only human nature to want more. Perhaps one day more people will realize that they could be using all that wasted money to literally improve the world or at least one childs world. Until then it's "eat more, drink more, want more America because you'll never have enough."

"Meg is..."

As you all will be able to tell after reading this post, I was a little bored today. However, I did find something rather humorus. I went onto google and typed in "meg is." Well, here's what the internet has to say about me:

Meg is...

"a Robot!" (Wow! Really? I could never even tell)
"dead." (hhhmmm...you think I would have realized by now...)
"completely non-invasive." (ok?)
"like the most unneeded character." (aawww...*sniff*)
"a direct measure of brain function." (uuuhhh??)
"no theory." (does this make sense to anyone?)
"a card." (why, thank you. According to dictionary.com that means I'm "an ecctrically amusing person"...lol)
"comfortable talking about feelings and personal subjects." (for the most part)
"very sensative to criticism and easily feels left out or neglected." (never knew)
"slated to become a Disney movie." (I don't know about becoming one, but I wouldn't mind being in one)
"Megnut is da bomb." (of course!)
"good-natured." (so kind of you)

I just thought these were mildly hilarious. If any of you are ever in need of a chuckle go to google and type in "(your name) is" make sure you have the quotation marks around it, and then see what the world wide web has to say about you!

I Have A Purpose?

So, while I was at Baylor orientation one of the videos they showed us was entitled "What's your purpose?" Basically this interviewer went around the Waco, TX area with a camera and microphone and asked, you guessed it, "What's your purpose?" Most of the responses were unsure or unclear at best, one man even answered "I just want to get through life without killing anyone." Wow! Talk about setting your standards low. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned I think I would fall into the "Unsure and Unclear" group as to what my real purpose in life is. However, I know I have one. How do I know? Well, let me continue.

Later that day my mom and I were headed home from orientation. We had decided to take back roads instead of the interstate becuase it would be faster and we wouldn't have to go through Dallas. It was around lunch time when we started our trip with me behind the wheel. We decided to stop at Sonic (the best fast food restaurant EVER!) to eat. Afterwards my mom said she wanted to drive; so, we swapped seats and started home. We were going great for the first 45 min. We talked about my cousin Misty's wedding and my mom put in my cousin Heather's CD. As we were trucking along at about 60 mph (that's actually 10 mph UNDER the posted speed limit) on a two way road, we came to the crest of a hill. Suddenly there was a huge 18 wheeler tire in the middle of the road. My mom didn't have time to swerve or brake, and we hit the tire full on at 60 mph in my Dad's little Honda Accord. Our car was airborn for a matter of seconds, in which my mom later told me she thought we were going to flip. By the grace of God we didn't. The airbags deployed, hitting my mom full on and me on the right side of my face. The car filled with chemicals (which are apparently stored with the airbags to ensure they don't deteriorate) and smoke. We could hardly see the dashboard. My mom let out a cry and prayer, "GOD HELP US!" as we landed in the opposite lane in oncoming traffic. I reached over, somehow instinctively knowing that my mom couldn't see the road as well as I could because of her poor eye sight and the smoke and chemicals being thicker on her side. I grabbed the steering wheel along with my mom, and together we pulled. We later realized that this effort was so hard because the accident had seriously srcewed up the alignment of the front tires. My mom frantically tried to press the brake but couldn't. At that time we didn't know that the tire had pushed up the floorboards of the car about six to eight inches, making it impossible to get at any of the pedals. We were finally back in our lane, thankfully at the moment we had been in the other lane there hadn't been any traffic. If there had been, there's no doubt in my mind that we would be dead. As my mom was fighting trying to find the brake pedal, she remembered the hand brake and started pulling. By this time the car was so filled with chemicals and smoke that we were burning our throats with each breath. Somewhere within the chaos I rolled my window down. We manuevered the car to the side of the road, I hit the emergency lights, and my mom pulled the emergency brake all the way up because we were still on the downside of the hill. We got out, and the first thing we did was hug.

Surprisingly, my mom and I both walked away with minor injuries. Although we totaled the car. We both had some redness and slight chemical burns; my mom's right ankle was soar and swollen, and I lost most of the hearing in my right ear for a day or two. But on the whole, we were ok, we were alive, we were given another chance, another day.

I was telling this story to one of my friends a couple days ago and she looked at me and said, "Your works not done here yet; you still have a purpose to fulfill." So, here I am. I don't know what my purpose is, but I must have one. Why else would I have walked away virtually unscathed from an accident that could have taken my life? My guardian angel must be working overtime. Thanks Madi!

Baylor Bound

For those of you who don't know, I'm headed to Baylor this fall. So, as is customary for new students, I attended orientation. At first I was hesitant. You see, being a transfer student is different than being a freshman. To most of the freshmen I was a contagious disease (or at least that's how I felt). However, it just so happens I met some AMAZING people while I was down there who made me realize that I'm going to love Baylor and my experience there (yes, even as a transfer).

The first person I met was a fellow transfer named Kristin. This girl is incredible. She's going into her junior year at Baylor and is still trying to decide on a major (not, mind you, because she's indecisive, but because she's interested and good at that many things). After spending most of the first day with her it was clear that we are very similiar people. It was so cool to be able to say something about yourself and have some one echo "Me too!" or visa-versa. Hopefully she'll be me and Emmy's roommate this fall in our awesome two bedroom apartment.
The next person I met was an absolute God-send. The very end of the first day Kristin had gone home and I was sitting by myself, walking by myself, basically all alone. Thankfully one kind soul noticed. His name is Luke and he was so friendly and nice that I couldn't help but feel that this was a person around which I could be myself. He included me in a game of Uno and introduced me to his older brother Jake and their mutual friend Jason. Wow! I don't think Luke will ever know how much it meant to me that he reached out. He was even kind enough to stay with me until my mom arrived late that night! What a gentleman.

So, needless to say, I have quite a few friendships to look forward to developing at Baylor. I'm so excited I can hardly conntain myself! SIC 'EM BEARS!!!