A Microfire in the Microwave

I have been using microwaves since I was a Wee Meg. I recall that the first microwave I used had a dial. My favorite thing to do at the tender age of 5 was run to the microwave, set it at one second, wait for it to go, “Ting!” and say, “Hey, I have an idea!”

I’m a firm believer that sound effects are key for announcements, no matter how small.

“I have an idea! Continue reading “A Microfire in the Microwave”


Olden Days Were Golden Days For Rebellion

If I’m really going to put it all out there, I’m not particularly rebellious. I don’t smoke, I rarely drink alcohol, I don’t like walking on streets without sidewalks because my only choices are to walk on stranger’s lawns and possibly disrupt their precious blades of grass, or walk on the street and you’re not supposed to do that.

But then, I realized that in the eyes of Youths, maybe I kind of am a rebel. So many things have changed since I was a Youth, that I can’t even keep up.

First of all, I got to sit in the front seat when I was a kid. It was rare, because my brothers developed nonsensical rules Continue reading “Olden Days Were Golden Days For Rebellion”

Mouth Breathing and Freezers

If you’ve been a MeghaFan since the beginning, or if you’ve recently joined and had time to peruse, you’ve noticed that I’ve taken some time to discuss a couple of fears of mine. First, I explored the very real fear that I could get trapped in a public restroom stall. I divulged my poor experiences with squirrels (fact: I forgot that my dog was next to me and thought he was a squirrel when he stretched moments ago). Then I recently discussed why I fear fish.

Now it is time to examine freezers.

There are a lot of reasons to be wary of freezers. If you watched Punky Brewster in the ’80s, you saw that episode when her friend Cherie shut herself in an unused refrigerator during a cutthroat game of hide-and-seek (I think) and got trapped.¬† Continue reading “Mouth Breathing and Freezers”

Technically Liebster Award #3…



See that thing on the right side of my page? It says something like, “Want to be like me? Read like me.” and lists the blogs that I follow. One of my favorites is Just in Queso, who writes with such fantastic¬†wit, I adore it. She’s not screaming, “I’M HILARIOUS! READ HOW FUNNY THIS IS!” with her writing. She’s just like, “La la la, what? Did I just drop a funny line? Huh.”

Anyway, what’s strange is that I was going to nominate her for a Liebster Award yesterday, but decided to give a shout to newer blogs. But while I whipped that up, she — my current fave — nominated me!

I was going to wait a while to answer her questions, but lucky for you —

Why are you groaning? Stop it. Continue reading “Technically Liebster Award #3…”