That is why is it hard for me to admit to the fact that I am such a klutz.  Running into walls and tripping over my own feet is called Tuesday (or whatever day it happens to be).

Did I tell you about the time I “broke” my arm?  I use quotes because it was never really broken, but it might as well been.  It is funny now because it happened at work and I totally broke the office camera, but at the time I was really upset.  It was less than a month before B and I got married so I was terrified I was going to have a cast on in our wedding pictures.

Then there was the time I fell down the stairs.  And the time that I tripped while carrying a glass of water causing the water to spill from the second floor down to people on the first floor.  Yeah, those were both at work too.

Oh yeah, and there was that time during rush (sorority recruitment) when I fell down a couple stairs spilling my glass of red punch everywhere.  I was a freshmen, well not even a freshman because school hadn’t started yet.  No wonder that sorority house didn’t invite me back.  I wonder if there is still a stain on their stairs?  I think I should get a plaque or something.  “Here lies the red punch Megan Sagowitz spilled on our carpet.”

I am just glad that B no longer panics when I injure myself.  Like last night when I slammed the washer lid on my finger.  Instead of calling 911 immediately, B calmly strolled into the laundry room and waited for my expletives to stop so he could ask me what happened. 

I am glad B has finally come to terms with the fact that he married a klutz.  As long as the after-injury royal treatment doesn’t stop, I will be happy.

I am going to take time out of my busy day to talk to you about something super important.  Grease 2.  More like the awesomeness that is Grease 2.  Like the best sequel ever.  Even the best movie ever.  Certainly the best soundtrack to a movie ever.  Hi, my name is Megan and I freaking love Grease 2.  (Yes I know I have rambled about this before, but bear with me.  You won’t regret it.)

Recently I have been on a mission to find the Grease 2 soundtrack.  Cool Rider is the best song ever and I feel the need to listen to it weekly.  It is my energy song.  If I worked out, I would just play Cool Rider on repeat for an hour.  Well, that and Who’s that Guy, second best song ever, also from Grease 2.

Last weekend I finally found the elusive Grease 2 soundtrack.  Can you believe stores don’t regularly stock this item?  I know, shocking!  After weeks of looking, digging though racks of CDs and dusting off forgotten CDs in the back, I found my soundtrack.  And have been listening to it ever since. 

Remember when B made me admit to liking Katy Perry?  Yeah, I am trying to wear him down so he will admit to liking Grease 2.  After a week straight of listening he has yet to weaken, or so he says, I did catch him humming Let’s Bowl yesterday.

Also, my friends friend has been requesting that I drive to lunch lately.  I am not going to ignore the coincidence that this request started as soon as I purchased the Grease 2 soundtrack.  You just can’t deny its greatness!  Though she hasn’t actually seen the movie.  She did offer to explain to plot to anyone else out there who hasn’t seen the movie.  She did a great job, but I will admit she didn’t quite capture the luster…

C-OO-L R-I-D-E-R, by Kacee

OK.  Michelle P-fiffer (no, I’m not going to look up how to spell it) gets to school and she’s all “I’m a badass Pink Lady… vroom vroom.” and Rex Manning from Empire Records is like “I’m Sandy’s brother or cousin or something… aka, I’m a good boy.”  It’s Grease but backwards!  How clever.  Someone in the T-Birds gets mad and flirts about something, whilst singing a song about the greatness of bowling.  Then Michelle sings Cooooooooooooooool Rider (and climbs a ladder) and Rex Manning is all “dude, I’ve gotta be a badass to get that chick.”  Then we learn about sex with a song about flowers.  Then they sing some more songs and fall in love.  Somewhere in all of that they sing Megan’s second favorite song “Who’s That Guy” or “Who’s That Man” I don’t remember.  Then it ends, I guess.

Not bad, right?  Doesn’t it make you want to see the movie now!  If you aren’t convinced, these excerpts will certainly seal the deal.

Please take note of the ladder at the 1:30 mark. Next time I am asked what my talents are, I am so pulling out a ladder. I have about got the dance down.

You have been enlightened now.  You are welcome.  I promise more posts in the near future.  I cannot promise that they won’t all be about Grease 2.

You know you are totally going to have these songs stuck in your head all weekend, you are welcome for that too.

Also, this is probably my longest blog post ever.  Grease 2 is just too important to skimp on the details.

For once, B (aka Mr. Wrong) has something to hold over my head.  Something he was right about.  Something be pestered me about for months before I finally caved and admitted he was right.  He was right, but I was not wrong.

I am a fan of Katy Perry’s music.

There.  Are you happy B?  I publicly admitted that I like the Katy Perry cd.  I don’t really know why I was so persistent to even listening to the cd. 

For some reason, I just got it in my head that I hated Katy Perry.  Maybe it was because she was always trying to make a statement on the red carpet, always trying to prove she was different.  Maybe it was because her song “I kissed a girl” was so over played it made me want to rip my radio out of the car.  Whatever the reason, it made me resist giving her music a chance.  And now here I am, admitting to everyone I am a fan.

I hope this makes you smile, B.  I also hope it makes you shut up.  If I hear you say, “I told you so” one more time.  I am going to tell you something.  And it won’t be pretty.

To announce the winner for my delurking contest/giveaway, I thought I would make a short video.  I kind of forgot about how much I hate my voice on tape and how I don’t know how to act normal on camera, hence the wink.

Since I made B film about 4 takes, I thought I would go ahead and share this little gem with you.  Try not to laugh or mock me.  (Oh and B would like to note, this video was produced by Against My Will Productions.  Cute, B.)

And the winner is… from Megan Sagowitz on Vimeo.

Congratulations Jessica!  Head on over to TH Designs and pick your prize!

Thanks everyone for participating in my first giveaway ever!

Back when B and I were young lovebirds (read: back when I was still trying to impress him), B was spending a lot of time playing online games.  Since I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, I spent a lot of time watching B play.  And since I think it is physically impossible to watch people play games without wanting to join yourself, I ended up buying the game.

It wasn’t long into this online gig, when B and I completely cut ourselves off from society.  I had just graduated college and had no real world job prospects.  Working part-time at the mall sure leaves you with a lot of free time.  B and I would spend our entire weekend in the computer room.  During the week, I would play from home and B would play at work.  We had a serious addiction.

It was also around this time that we got Zoey.  Good thing she was a puppy and slept a lot.  We would take breaks from our game to let her outside, feed her and have a short playtime.  Then it was back to bed for her.  Zoey spent many of her formative months sleeping in my lap.  Not a bad thing really, she still likes to curl up in my lap for a good nap!

I think the worst part of my whole gaming experience was the unhealthy lifestyle.  Thanks to those few months, I gained back all of the weight I had recently lost before meeting B.  Falling in love can do that to a person.  We pretty much lived off food you could buy at 7-11.  Coke, funyuns, frozen pizza and spray cheese.  Healthy right?  Ah, the things you do for love.  And your addictive personality.

But it wasn’t all bad.  It brought B and I even closer together, and we bonded over something truly geeky.  I really did enjoy playing and now when B gets a new game and obsessively plays it for weeks on end, I can’t really say anything.  For I too know the evils of a good MMORPG.

I have a mild obsession with fake cheese.  Wow, I feel so much better now.

Yes, I said fake cheese.  Like fake movie theater/football game cheese.  This stuff…

Yes, that is sitting inside of my refrigerator as we speak.  All six pounds and 11 ounces of it.  Kind of disgusting, right?  Even though I am the one with the mild obsession, B is actually to blame for this one.  This is what happens when I let him wander alone in Sam’s.  We end up coming home with random items like this.

Anyone want to have a fake cheese party?  I am afraid it might take ten years for two people to consume this much fake cheese.  If it takes any less than that, I will be even more afraid.

Case in point.

Miss Piggy was not feeling the Halloween spirit last night.  Maybe tonight she will be more enthused.

Servo on the other hand.  He is just like all little boys.  Tie a cape around his neck and he is happy.  The little stinker will actually put his cape on himself as long as I hold it up for him. 

I did manage to get one good shot of the grumpy pig… sort of.

Ok, so she was still mad at me, but she just looked so darn cute!  How could a mother resist?

Again, Servo was just happy as a clam to prance around in his cape.  We always call him Secret Agent Servo, maybe we were on to something. 

Maybe we should change his name to Super Hero Servo.  Especially after we saw this…

Up, up and away!

From Zoey and Servo! (and their super proud, but dorky parents!)

Outtakes coming soon!

1. Did you know my husband, B, is 12 years older than me?  Most people don’t know since B has such a young face.  Also, B is a big kid who still enjoys his toys, while I consider myself to be pretty mature and responsible for my age.  We balance each other out perfectly.  But just to weird you out, I entered first grade when B was graduating high school!  We love playing that game with people who don’t know us.  Consider it our party trick.

2. I am scared of the deep end in swimming pools.  This fear has drastically calmed down with age, but I still won’t swim to the bottom and don’t even think about asking me to touch the drain.  And it is not a fear of being sucked into the drain, it is a fear of something coming out of the drain.  Something like Jaws.  Yes, I know, that is ridiculous, but for the longest time I really thought Jaws lived in the deep end of pools. 

3. As a child, my favorite make believe game was pretending to be Ariel and marrying Eric, my prince charming.  Except the problem was this game only worked when I was at my friend’s house and we were playing in her hot tub.  Since we both couldn’t marry the prince, we pretended Ariel had a twin sister and Eric had a twin brother.  We would swim around in circles pretending our legs didn’t work waiting for our prince to come rescue us.  Active imagination much?

4. I am not a big seafood fan, but I have yet to get tired of sushi.  I could eat sushi everyday if my wallet allowed it.  I love all kinds of sushi too.  Salmon, tuna, eel, yellowtail, crap, shrimp … the list goes on.  But seafood, like Red Lobster, I only order the popcorn shrimp and I only enjoying going to a seafood restaurant every few months.  It wasn’t until I discovered my love for sushi that I stopped ordering hamburgers at seafood restaurants.

5. I am the baby of the family and the only girl on all sides.  That explains a lot about my *somewhat* spoiled tendencies.  I can’t help it that I married a man who lets me get away with these *somewhat* spoiled tendencies.  Don’t let B tell you otherwise, he gets away with a lot too.

6. I have an unnatural attraction to water, or vice versa.  Water won’t leave me alone!  I can’t go near water without it ending up all over me.  Taking a drink, down my shirt.  Washing my face, all over me and the bathroom.  Doing dishes, water everywhere.  I don’t know what the problem is, but it only occurs with water.  I think I need water rehab.

7. When I was around junior high age, I went through a serious cowboy phase.  Perfect time to start wearing boots to school, because puberty wasn’t enough trauma.  And it wasn’t just wearing boots, I owned Rockies, and wore them, in public.  I even had a purple pair.  I had red boots and black boots and brown lace-up boots.  I listened to country music all day every day.  I wanted to marry a cowboy when I grew up.  And yes, I grew up in Texas, so this might not seem to weird, but I grew up in Dallas, TX.  No farmland in sight.  My classmates were straight from a Gap ad.  And there I was, wearing purple pocketless jeans.  No wonder I hated junior high!

I am suppose to tag seven people now, but this has gone around the blogs like wildfire this week.  I don’t think I have seven people to tag who haven’t already participated.  If you want to do it, just do it, you can say I forced you.

It all started last year, around this time.  I fell down an entire flight of stairs.  I still have the bumps to prove it!  By the way, this happened at work.  And people saw me.  In fact, people came running because apparently it looked and sounded rather alarming.  I blamed myself at the time.  I was wearing tall stiletto heels and cuffed pants.  A deadly combination that I have never done again.  So I fell down a flight of stairs, at work, during September, and I cried.

Fastforward one year, almost exactly one year.  Before you panic, Mom, I did not fall down the stairs again.  But I fell.  Twice.  Within an hour of each other.  At work.  During September.  The first time went unnoticed because everyone was out for lunch.  The second time, not so much.  Three people witnessed my act of grace.  Also, I was carrying a full glass of water, which then spilled all over me and the floor.  There is nothing worse than trying to pretend you did not just fall than having to go to the bathroom to get paper towels to clean up your mess, because you just fell!  I. Am. Awesome.  I am now hiding in my office until my shirt dries.  Or until after 5 p.m. when I can quietly sneak out.

What is wrong with me?  I am seriously considering retiring every pair of high heels I own.  The pair I am wearing today actually have a low heel.  They are brand new and I bought them specifically for their traction rubber soles.  Apparently traction does you no good when you are walking impaired.

Does anyone know if there is a support group out there for people who regularly embarrass themselves by falling on their face (or down a flight of stairs) while at work?  I think I need help.