full on fierce

Look at my new found calling in life.

You are looking at a one-time-only model for the big D. Uh.. that is DownEast to you. WHOOP WHOOP!

Me and some fellow DownEast-ers modeled new product during a manager meeting today.  I'm practically famous by now. All the Clothing managers are totally jealous I don't work for them. But don't worry Cass, I saved that wink for the best. (oh and thanks for being 1 of the 3 who read this blog!) 

One timin it definitely has it's perks.  Everyone expects the worst of you so do a half decent job and you are golden. You get to wear new clothes, duh given. It really builds your self esteem when women are oohing and ahhing over the oh so carefully planned outfit, if you just imagine they are really referring to your face etc. And you totally have the option of going to Mcdonalds after. (not that I would have/did...but it is still an option ya know.)

AND. I totally understand why people have a gay best friend now. 

This is the story of how my modeling career started and ended in one day. (notice how contradictory the first and last sentences are.) HA

Dear Elder...

So what do we do when one of us is home alone on a sunday night? Have a missionary writing party, duh! SMSG=Supporting Missionaries Support Group :D

Since two of the Reese's Pieces will have pen-pals-with-benefits by the end of the summer... Let's just say we like writing missionaries. Megan and I wrote my P.P.W.B.'s companion. He replied (not unlike a nineteen year old boy), "Pictures, or it didn't happen." So... We had Meg's six-year-old sister draw our portraits. 

Man, oh man are we lookin' hot! And so accurate. I have two different colored eyes. We both have brown in our hair (Megan's portrait has a yellow line, mine has an... orange line...?)You should see our heels in this drawing!

Well Elder, I hope these drawings don't tempt you to unlock your heart. 

Always a Pleasure,

G. 

I think I can

I just registered for a half marathon. Let me give you a little background. In high school I joined the track team when I learned about the 100 meter sprints. I thought it would be perfect because I don't like running but I could still do something while exercising.  Funny because I didn't last longer then a couple of weeks.

My sister-in-law asked me if I would like to run one with her and shockingly I  immediately agreed. Summer is weird in the aspect of not really working towards anything or having any goals. I'm not going to school so I thought why not?

I started training on Monday. The farthest I have run is three miles and all I can hope is that this thing gets easier! Last night I stood up after a long period of sitting and I felt like my calves had just given birth as I was  walking around.

And this isn't even a full marathon!  yow.

sometimes we call him Father Time

 Hey there dad! you are one pretty cool guy.  I always say "you're my favorite dad" (when I want something) and you always say "I'm your only dad" with a courtesy laugh at the end pretending like it's not old. ahhh it's never old! 

I will always remember you pushing me on the swing in the backyard. pinching my sides saying "geeks" You would coach me through rec soccer and help me practice basketball.  You have always listened to me and supported me 100%. You never make decisions for me and taught me at a young age to take control of my own life. I remember feeding the ducks in between conference sessions.  You even taught me how to mow the lawn. (the responsibility has since been repealed) You would take me golfing despite my inability to play. I will never forget the phrases like "It will roll" (for the really bad swings). 

One time you built a cabin...I would hand you screws and watch you put up the drywall. You would give me shoulder rides to bed till I was like eight years-old I swear. I remember you teaching me how to drive in the church parking lot.  When you watched me back out the driveway the day of my 16th birthday you were standing on the porch sporting the appreciative smile. 

I still need you to kill spiders for me.  I still need you to remind me to pray on my food.  I still need you to tell me that it's fast Sunday.  I still need you turn lights on for me when it gets dark and i'm too lazy to get up. And I still need you to laugh at my pathetic jokes. 

You always taught me to be careful with money and to not live beyond my means.

You have taught me many things but most of all you have taught me the Gospel. 

You have shown me through example and Faith. And for this I am grateful. 

Happy Fathers day

Love, Meg

look familiar? refer to this post.

"shhhh, not everyone needs to know"

My parents went out-of-town. So I recruited Kailyn to come spend the night with me. (not like I was scared or anything)  We both agreed that it felt like we were at school again. It was so fun. I definitely miss it a lot.  I'm glad I have Kailyn to come over and eat cookie dough and watch a Disney Channel original movie with me. Those movies are for 13 year-olds you say? wait....what? weird.

 I forgot to mention that while making the cookies we were blasting Josh Groban. I'm tellin you that combo is magical. Try it, I dare you! JG won't disappoint, lets just hope your baking skills are sub par. 

Special thanks to Kailyn for telling everyone at work we had a sleepover. Now EVERYONE knows I'm a little scaredy cat! ;)

my life currently

As of late I feel as if I am in some sort of rut. I'm home, but i'm hardly home. I have friends here, friends there.  Everything is changing it's not like elementary school anymore. No longer when I hear someone say "H-E double tooth picks" do I shutter like I did in the third grade. I truly thought that and getting bubble gum stuck on my face post-bubble blowing was the worst thing ever. Turns out its not? What, weird. 

My guy friends are all leaving soon or have already left on their missions. I got thinking that while they are gone they are going to change and learn and grow so much. Well what about me?  I can do the same, in fact I need to! One day they will come home and I don't want to realize I have wasted two perfectly good years of my life worrying about who I'm going to sit by in math class or what i'm going to wear to impress a boy (they don't even notice half the time). The problem is that I think we get so caught up in all these things that we sometimes forget other things. The things which make us grow as a person and help us become truly happy. We may be doing good things but are we leaving time for the best things? Or better yet are we putting best before good?

I personally feel like I struggle with prioritizing. My attitude is usually to do what I want when I want to. It's time to change that folks. This is me making a goal publicly so I will feel more inclined to sticking to it.  You may even join me or make some goals for yourself. 

I Megan hereby agree to follow these goals to the best of my abilities. I will not justify or cheat my out of any of these items as they are all very important and will make lasting effects on my life now and later. First and foremost I am going to dedicate more time to the gospel daily by personal study of the scriptures. I will be a good family member as well as helpful to my parents and do things without being asked. I will do my best at work. I will exercise and eat  healthy healthier, for my body is a temple!  I will be a good friend, honest and reliable and an effective communicator. I will not procrastinate projects and things I am working on.  I will hold my tongue and refrain from judgement. In the name 

these things and many others not mentioned will officially begin.....Now!

what goals are you going to make? 

St. George called, we answered

There is nothing like a fun weekend getaway, coming home and noticing that your dad totally missed you, and then finding out that Miss USA is on TV.  I can't believe this is all happened in the same weekend.

St. George was calling our names.  So what did we do? We hurried our little behinds and endured the four and a half hour drive.  Mike and Chelsey left a day before the rest of us and settled into that little condo for the gang. With Ethan in stow Ryan, Maggie, and I were finally off. Once there we enjoyed a little night out. Choosing dinner can be difficult for everyone to agree on, so out of the six of us we had three different dinner choices at one restaurant. It seems we weren't the best at communicating. So that made for some laughs where we were all thinking different things and confused for a good minute. I would try to explain it but it was actually decided that on this trip I'm the worst story teller ever,  maybe one day I will not be so challenged with it.

Our daily activities went like this. The park in the morning for Eth so he could go on the freaks. (and by freaks he meant swings!) Then some sports which included tennis, shuffle board, and mini golf.  Then came pool time where my brothers and I watched their wives tan while we all burned. Gotta love this Hewlett skin! And at night we would go exploring the beautiful St G.

Top 15 most memorable moments of St. George 2012 is:

• (accidentally) flinging my pork all over Chelsey. (some would say this is even an understatement)
• (accidentally) throwing a tennis ball right at Chels' sternum causing a temporary loss of breath. (she really took a beating from me.) 
• fryyy.......fryy.....fryy......FRY! (Ethan was asking for another fry as sweetly as possible but was only patient for so long when we were deep in conversation and didn't realize him.)
• Wallgreens outing to buy nail polish with The Sis in laws and having matching nails.
• posing in front of the cactus bushes with Mike and getting some needles stuck in my leg!!
• Ryan and his awesome tricks at anti-gravity. he has been holding out for years!
• Mikes strange obsession/attachment with the mini golf course at the condo. 
• playing shuffleboard and feeling both very classy and like a seventy-year-old. 
• a visit from my beautiful roommate bailey!
• night swimming and hot tubbing. (no sun block required!)
• calling Mike and Ryan "Dad" and Maggie and Chelsey "Mom"
• "I'm glad that nickname didn't stick." -Maggie
• Anti-gravity  where we "left gravity at the door" and also losing to 12 year-olds at dodge ball. Ultimate blow.
• Temple walking and learning lots of neat facts. 
• Ethan saying Amen at church went a little like this. "ahhmen" in the raspiest, growliest, cookie monster like voice. 

a big thanks to everyone for letting me crash this shin dig. 

and Chelsey for taking so many great pics!