January19: Megan Day

Today I feel the need to acknowledge a friend via blog. I have never done a blog post solely for the purpose of a shout out, but you know what there is a time for everything, and today is Megan Templin’s day (SHOUT OUT). She not only deserves a day, but I need to spice this thing up anyways. And it’s not her birthday or anything, but she doesn’t need to get any older for us to celebrate her existence. So to all my avid followers (four), applaud my infamous tiny best friend.

Mego, Temps, Bambi, Glitter Pitts….these are some of the references used to nickname my friend Megan. Things were not always how they are today for us, so I will give you a background check. We met in Lampe, Missouri at Kanakuk and you can go read all the sappiness of my FIRST BLOG, when I listed all the reasons why I really love her, how we met….the whole romantic story. Except it wasn’t. We both had a common dislike for one another thanks to stereotyping the other. She was friends with my ex-boyfriend which usually means grounds for a lifetime of bitter jealousy…it’s like an unspoken rule not to befriend the new friends of your ex boyfriend that you may or may not have still been in love with at the time. Especially if his new friend is way cuter than you are. But at least this is consistent with my goal of having friends that are nicer, prettier, smarter, and more Christ-like than me. Megan is all of the above.

I digress.

Anyways there are a lot of reasons why I not only love Megan…but I like her. For starters the girl can eat unlimited amounts of peanut M&Ms and still be a toothpick. (NOTE: This fact should be transferred to the things I dislike about Megan….which is a very short list and only include things like “her major makes her too busy for my liking”.) But for realz, here are some answers as to why I really like her. These are, but not limited to, the following:

#231: Meg is one of the few people who appreciate my humor and can keep up with me as far as wit goes. That is a skill that I would not accredit to many people.

#4: She lets me wear sweatpants in public, acknowledging that it takes some real talent to dress identical to a homeless person. And she keeps the lez jokes to 5 or less per visit. I appreciate her for that.

#178: Megan is one of the few friends who I can trust to help talk me out of an identity crisis such as the one I almost had the other day when the stars apparently re-aligned and changed my zodiac sign. I was happy being a Taurus and then BAM, I am an Aries? Like who the hell am I?

#57: She has a bucket list that she actually checks things off of. I love lists…I mean a good itinerary can give me warm fuzzies inside, but I am not going to lie to you…bucket lists scare the S-H-I-Z out of me. Being competitive, what if I do not accomplish my list of the bucket before God takes me!? Would that not make me an all out failure? Anyways whatever, Megan has overcome these realistic and daunting fears and is steadily making amendments to, and crossing things off of her bucket list. And the point of this fact is that she lets me check things off her bucket list with/alongside her…like the time she basically drug me by the pony tail to get Hillsong tickets because BY GOLLY we were going to see Hillsong Live if it killed us beneath the trample of 30,000 college students.

#738: She talked me into seeing ‘Burlesque’ which was the best movie of 2010 in my (our) opinion.

#122: She never fails to take me to a Mexican Restaurant every time I come to visit, complete with chips and salsa/+queso (ALWAYS). The girl knows the way to my heart.

#7: She sends me texts like this: (in reference to the band Girl Talk)

#39: She is smarter than me. Little skank is studying neuroanatomy or something (I think she makes these words up) and she makes 4.0’s in grad school at Baylor University. Like who does that?

#28: We are about even on who has the most debauchery in our pasts. She knows when to appropriately make jokes about my sinful nature, even when its inappropriate. I also know that I can attack her right back on her own junk. Honesty is key, and we are both honestly aware of our train-wreck, wack job status. I like the feeling of not being alone in that feat.

#5: Megan is the ONLY PERSON who understands how to handle me when I enter crisis mode and threatens to kill/destroy/annihilate anyone who hurts me, promising to come to wherever I am and bring a weapon. As if she could defend me better than I could defend myself. She has the heart of a Lion and while I could take her in a physical fight with my eyes closed, I respect her courage. ...But then again, she punched a boy in the face. ……..reassessment of said statement.

#12: She is part of my family. A frister, per say. Creepily high on our adoption list no matter what it takes. (Carson is recently single.....just saying)

#907: She rides four wheelers, shoots guns, and lives on a farm.

#27: Megan comes to visit me when I move halfway across the country and supports the idea that I plan on being in the x-games. I feel confident that she would come and pose as my trainer when the time comes that I really am competing in the women’s halfpipe.

#456: She orders books off of the internet about Serial Killers and then has to creepily hide it in her jacket while transporting it to her book shelf in order for her neighbors to not be concerned.

#772: She bought a file organizer at Wal Mart at 2AM while visiting me in the Shady T, because she had seen it on an infomercial and it would be "perfect to organize her files."

#29: She will text me and let me entertain the obsession I have with talking via #hashtags. #realbestfriend

#88: She follows all the greatest cheesy teenage tv shows and likes them, therefore making it much easier to discuss the awesomeness of Gossip Girl and how Blair is LEGIT.

#10: She introduced me to Modern Family, which in and of itself could have sold me on our friendship.

In conclusion, there are tons of reasons why Megan should have a full blog dedicated solely to her, and I am glad that you could be a part of a few of them. Cheers to you, Megan. Now invest in a good winter coat and stop being such a titty baby about the snow.....COME. TO. COLORADO.