9/28/06
9/16/06
Michael and meglaub's Senior Prom
It was a dark and stormy night, the night before prom. Derek and I sat in our basement at the computer late into the night. Koji sat engrossed in his video game to the left of us. Derek and Dan had earlier enjoyed "Tommy Boy." I was scheduled to be a participant in this movie watching event, but I had to wait for Koji to arrive from his track meet, not wanting to leave him alone like a free electron in a silicon chip, or Mr. Burton on a cold blustery morning, wandering the lake in a lonely manner, looking for a fish to complete his lonely soul.
REM blasted in our mind, a little too loud for music to be when you are trying to discuss matters of importance, but we were proud of our flippant attitude in determining the most extravagant event as graduating seniors.
In light of our dire circumstances I said "Don't worry about it. We'll just figure it out tomorrow morning." The topic of conversation was what we would do tomorrow morning. It was too late for sensible people to try and be sensible.
Derek had a hole in his pants, and he proceeded to rip off the bottom portion of his lower garment. Koji heard the ripping noise and looked at Derek with that expression only Koji can make (Koji was a foreign exchange student. He was a member of a punk rock band in Japan, but was harmless in a way that very few Americans could possible imagine. He also personified the bad-singing-Japanese person to a tea, and attempt everything from Led Zeplin to the Beatles (at a moments notice). The look that shows his complete inability to understand American members of the human race. My Mom looked like she disagreed with my conclusion of normality when she rolled her eyes in our general direction, as she put away the groceries.
I've never known my mom to go shopping at 11 o'clock. She must have been bored to have wandered about the deserted grocery store to look for food to fill my lonely stomach.
Derek and I came to the conclusion that we needed to go to some park down by the River. Our plans involved
Looking at pictographs and
Running around and flailing our arms about, and just being down right silly.
Doing some target practice with my Dad's Guns.
That night I tossed and turned like a hairy toothed mad man, pulling and stretching a quilt trying to cover his cold feet. I was ill. I had a nice cold sore developing, and my nose was runny. Derek called at 7:00 AM to inform me to get ready to make a purchasing arrangement for groceries and flowers. I rose out of bed at 8:00 too tired to flail my arms about. Derek arrived at my abode at 8:30 and waited while I brushed my teeth. We then got groceries, flowers, and girls.
Megan and I drove around Derek's house until he got there. We fixed and consumed breakfast, which consisted of Swedish pancakes, (a little heavy on the egg, but really good) fruit with cream, OJ (Of the fruit variety.)
Katie, Derek's youngest sibling, ate with us. I wanted to hit her. Derek did. Just joking she was just fine and as a result of her fineness; no violence ensued.
After breakfast we went walking around at the Snake River, looked at pictographs, threw rocks of the bridge, and messed around. I didn't feel silly enough to flail my arms about. We stopped at a shooting range and shot beer bottles, clay pigeons, and listened to Pachel Bell. Some guy told us not to use my handgun, not to shoot beer bottles, and to pick up the garbage, all of which we were obliged to do, and all of which we did. We had a nice drive and I think everyone enjoyed themselves. We then went our separate ways to prepare for the big event.
Derek picked me up at 6:00 in his Lexi, and we picked up Megan at about 6:10. She looked very virtuous, lovely, of good report, and praiseworthy. We went to Lara's house were the congregations and multiple host of people were gathered to look at us, say absolutely nothing intelligent, and take our pictures, all at the same time. We stepped inside the living room that had more people than square feet, and more cameras than the Grand Canyon on a Japanese holiday. We muddled through our trials and woe, and got on our way.
We had our pictures taken, three times. Once I got home after the night, I tried the smiles I used in front of a mirror and they looked exactly like what they were, fake. Not that I wasn't having a good time, just that I have no reason to smile looking at some annoying woman telling me how to hold Megan's hand.
Having completed our mission, we proceeded onward and upward, on to The Gamekeeper! The salmon was interesting, kind of enjoyable, but not succulent, or completely satisfying. Not something I totally chewed down on. Although I guess I did, kind-of, chow down. Not because it was extraordinarily good, just cause I'm ordinarily a pig, and I forgot to eat differently than usual. I was worried about talking, and so I eat pretty fast.
After dinner we went to the dance. It was loud. I wanted to go do something fun. I knew they had a baby grand piano on the stage at the Civic Center, and I thought it would be cool to go play piano or something. I wanted to do something memorable instead of just going in and trying to talk over the noise.
I wanted Megan to feel comfortable, but it was unsupervised and I didn't think she wanted to go in. It was probably locked anyway, but for a while I thought I was with Derek, and so I was thinking we could find a way. Then I remembered I was with Megan, so after being immature a little bit trying to do something fun, I succumbed to the dance and we went in and sat down at a table. We wandered around a little, talking to some of our different friends. We danced about 5 slow dances. I wish we would have danced to Stairway to Heaven, but maybe Megan wouldn't have liked it.
Surprisingly they played Offspring, and some other non traditional dance music. After prom we went to Video City to get a movie, but it was closed being 12:01. We just got "The river wild" from Lara's residence and watched the movie at Derek's. In conclusion, it was a fabulous fun filled night for everyone. Or at least I hope.
Later I learned that Megan was very upset that we did not get desert. Derek got some flaming thing.
REM blasted in our mind, a little too loud for music to be when you are trying to discuss matters of importance, but we were proud of our flippant attitude in determining the most extravagant event as graduating seniors.
In light of our dire circumstances I said "Don't worry about it. We'll just figure it out tomorrow morning." The topic of conversation was what we would do tomorrow morning. It was too late for sensible people to try and be sensible.
Derek had a hole in his pants, and he proceeded to rip off the bottom portion of his lower garment. Koji heard the ripping noise and looked at Derek with that expression only Koji can make (Koji was a foreign exchange student. He was a member of a punk rock band in Japan, but was harmless in a way that very few Americans could possible imagine. He also personified the bad-singing-Japanese person to a tea, and attempt everything from Led Zeplin to the Beatles (at a moments notice). The look that shows his complete inability to understand American members of the human race. My Mom looked like she disagreed with my conclusion of normality when she rolled her eyes in our general direction, as she put away the groceries.
I've never known my mom to go shopping at 11 o'clock. She must have been bored to have wandered about the deserted grocery store to look for food to fill my lonely stomach.
Derek and I came to the conclusion that we needed to go to some park down by the River. Our plans involved
Looking at pictographs and
Running around and flailing our arms about, and just being down right silly.
Doing some target practice with my Dad's Guns.
That night I tossed and turned like a hairy toothed mad man, pulling and stretching a quilt trying to cover his cold feet. I was ill. I had a nice cold sore developing, and my nose was runny. Derek called at 7:00 AM to inform me to get ready to make a purchasing arrangement for groceries and flowers. I rose out of bed at 8:00 too tired to flail my arms about. Derek arrived at my abode at 8:30 and waited while I brushed my teeth. We then got groceries, flowers, and girls.
Megan and I drove around Derek's house until he got there. We fixed and consumed breakfast, which consisted of Swedish pancakes, (a little heavy on the egg, but really good) fruit with cream, OJ (Of the fruit variety.)
Katie, Derek's youngest sibling, ate with us. I wanted to hit her. Derek did. Just joking she was just fine and as a result of her fineness; no violence ensued.
After breakfast we went walking around at the Snake River, looked at pictographs, threw rocks of the bridge, and messed around. I didn't feel silly enough to flail my arms about. We stopped at a shooting range and shot beer bottles, clay pigeons, and listened to Pachel Bell. Some guy told us not to use my handgun, not to shoot beer bottles, and to pick up the garbage, all of which we were obliged to do, and all of which we did. We had a nice drive and I think everyone enjoyed themselves. We then went our separate ways to prepare for the big event.
Derek picked me up at 6:00 in his Lexi, and we picked up Megan at about 6:10. She looked very virtuous, lovely, of good report, and praiseworthy. We went to Lara's house were the congregations and multiple host of people were gathered to look at us, say absolutely nothing intelligent, and take our pictures, all at the same time. We stepped inside the living room that had more people than square feet, and more cameras than the Grand Canyon on a Japanese holiday. We muddled through our trials and woe, and got on our way.
We had our pictures taken, three times. Once I got home after the night, I tried the smiles I used in front of a mirror and they looked exactly like what they were, fake. Not that I wasn't having a good time, just that I have no reason to smile looking at some annoying woman telling me how to hold Megan's hand.
Having completed our mission, we proceeded onward and upward, on to The Gamekeeper! The salmon was interesting, kind of enjoyable, but not succulent, or completely satisfying. Not something I totally chewed down on. Although I guess I did, kind-of, chow down. Not because it was extraordinarily good, just cause I'm ordinarily a pig, and I forgot to eat differently than usual. I was worried about talking, and so I eat pretty fast.
After dinner we went to the dance. It was loud. I wanted to go do something fun. I knew they had a baby grand piano on the stage at the Civic Center, and I thought it would be cool to go play piano or something. I wanted to do something memorable instead of just going in and trying to talk over the noise.
I wanted Megan to feel comfortable, but it was unsupervised and I didn't think she wanted to go in. It was probably locked anyway, but for a while I thought I was with Derek, and so I was thinking we could find a way. Then I remembered I was with Megan, so after being immature a little bit trying to do something fun, I succumbed to the dance and we went in and sat down at a table. We wandered around a little, talking to some of our different friends. We danced about 5 slow dances. I wish we would have danced to Stairway to Heaven, but maybe Megan wouldn't have liked it.
Surprisingly they played Offspring, and some other non traditional dance music. After prom we went to Video City to get a movie, but it was closed being 12:01. We just got "The river wild" from Lara's residence and watched the movie at Derek's. In conclusion, it was a fabulous fun filled night for everyone. Or at least I hope.
Later I learned that Megan was very upset that we did not get desert. Derek got some flaming thing.
4:00... Is that too early?
When discussing our prom-plan with Megan's Parents, I asked her Dad, "Sir (Phil was a Big intimidating Guy), what time would you like to have her home?" He said, "I don't care" but when he got a look from his wife, he asked "is 3 or 4 to early? Just call if your going to be later. Later Megan told us, "we could stay out all night, as long as you don't take me out of the country."
He was very very excited about our plans to go to the mountains and look at the pictographs. He was even more excited when he found out that we were going to do some target practice. He loved guns. I still remember the night. It was the first time I met her parents, and he was so excited about us going shooting that he wanted me to shoot some of his guns. He had a pistol and he even had a cut-off shotgun. I remember that we went right out in his front yard and shot at stuff in his ditch, while Megan, who was embarrassed, hid in the house.
He was very very excited about our plans to go to the mountains and look at the pictographs. He was even more excited when he found out that we were going to do some target practice. He loved guns. I still remember the night. It was the first time I met her parents, and he was so excited about us going shooting that he wanted me to shoot some of his guns. He had a pistol and he even had a cut-off shotgun. I remember that we went right out in his front yard and shot at stuff in his ditch, while Megan, who was embarrassed, hid in the house.
The first time ever I saw Your Face
I guess the first first time my wife noticed me, I was with my friend Derek Rowe driving home from school. Not so much driving home, as performing drive-byes. Derek and I used a fire extinguisher that my brother Brian had given to me. You could fill up the fire extinguisher with about 5 to 12 gallons of water, and 100 pounds of pressure. Derek had wanted to squirt a girl that he had a crush on (we were real mature hu?). However she turned out to be out of range. I had noticed Megan from the fact that she played piano for our early morning seminary class. Having seen Megan we got her instead. That is about all their is to that story. It is ironic that I annoyed Megan the first time I came in contact with her. I have been annoying Megan ever sense.
It's a Yum-Yummy time for sweethearts?
Megan was telling her family, who were all visiting for Christmas, about her bad dating experiences at the Y. They also had to perform a talent for their family Christmas "program" and she had just finishing a minor-key-version of "It's a Yum-Yummy world made for sweethearts" when I had knocked on her door.
Our move to Chicago story
In January 2003 Megan and I moved from Boise Idaho to Chicago Illinois in a 24 foot U-haul.
Our fist day we go snowed in at the mountain-pass going into Salt Lake, and we had to stay the night in Burley, Idaho after only traveling a few hours.
In that hotel I realized that I had my mother-in-law's keys. We had to mail them to her the next day.
We fought icy patches, blowing snow, and light snow flurries all the way across country. All our: shampoo, olive oil, and bath-tub-bubble-bath froze across the plains, as we experienced negative 20 and 30 degree weather.
Finley, seemed depressed on the trip (even thought he got more space than Megan or I), and slept all most the whole way there. Each morning we would have to break the ice out of his doggy bowl.
We arrived on the coldest day in a four years in Chicago, and it was a real Joy unloading the U-Haul, but we were alive, and finally together again.
Our fist day we go snowed in at the mountain-pass going into Salt Lake, and we had to stay the night in Burley, Idaho after only traveling a few hours.
In that hotel I realized that I had my mother-in-law's keys. We had to mail them to her the next day.
We fought icy patches, blowing snow, and light snow flurries all the way across country. All our: shampoo, olive oil, and bath-tub-bubble-bath froze across the plains, as we experienced negative 20 and 30 degree weather.
Finley, seemed depressed on the trip (even thought he got more space than Megan or I), and slept all most the whole way there. Each morning we would have to break the ice out of his doggy bowl.
We arrived on the coldest day in a four years in Chicago, and it was a real Joy unloading the U-Haul, but we were alive, and finally together again.
Mike and Megan's Story
Megan and I knew each other in High school. She first caught my eye, when she played piano for my seminary class. We also worked together on seminary council. But our activities weren't confined to seminary. We even went to prom our senior year! During these activities I learned that Megan was a very smart and gifted individual, however I acted very slowly. I knew that I needed to go on a mission for my church, and Megan says that my Dad seemed a little cold in the pre-mission days.
But all that would change upon my arrival home! Before I came home from my mission, Megan bumped into my dad, and he said with a big grin on his face, "Guess who's coming home in a couple of months!"
Megan and I stayed in touch over my mission, but when I got home Dec 27th in 1997 I only had 6 days until school started in Rexburg, while Megan was in Provo.
A year after I got home, I was at Megan's house. We were in her Mother's living room, and she was playing the piano. We had spent the week watching lots of movies, as "just friends." However I remember the moment perfectly as I sat and listened to her sing, thinking for the first time how neat it would be to marry this lovely woman.
Soon after that I was devising all sorts of schemes to hold Megan's hand. However I turned into a little wimpy baby... Luckely Megan felt sorry for me, and we have been together ever since!
I have to get back to work, but I will write more later,
Any ways, Megan and I got married Dec 28, 1999!
In that time we have made many trips to Utah to visit "Baby Jackson." In a late honey-moon Megan proved her camping, wave romping, sand trekking and Mike tolerating abilities! I think I'll keep her!
Megan graduated from BYU in English, and has read more books than I ever will. She really likes Jane Austin, Gerard Manly Hopkins, and many other authors. She is very smart, and enjoyable to talk to.
Megan likes The Simpson's, puppies, and babies.
Megan has a wonderful sense of humor, and this sight may in the future feature such works as "Spinster's Quarterly" among other papers.
Megan's mom also enjoys writing, and this sight may feature some of her works.
This sight is largely my work, but with some more collaboration, may contain some of Megan's favorite sights, among other things.
But all that would change upon my arrival home! Before I came home from my mission, Megan bumped into my dad, and he said with a big grin on his face, "Guess who's coming home in a couple of months!"
Megan and I stayed in touch over my mission, but when I got home Dec 27th in 1997 I only had 6 days until school started in Rexburg, while Megan was in Provo.
A year after I got home, I was at Megan's house. We were in her Mother's living room, and she was playing the piano. We had spent the week watching lots of movies, as "just friends." However I remember the moment perfectly as I sat and listened to her sing, thinking for the first time how neat it would be to marry this lovely woman.
Soon after that I was devising all sorts of schemes to hold Megan's hand. However I turned into a little wimpy baby... Luckely Megan felt sorry for me, and we have been together ever since!
I have to get back to work, but I will write more later,
Any ways, Megan and I got married Dec 28, 1999!
In that time we have made many trips to Utah to visit "Baby Jackson." In a late honey-moon Megan proved her camping, wave romping, sand trekking and Mike tolerating abilities! I think I'll keep her!
Megan graduated from BYU in English, and has read more books than I ever will. She really likes Jane Austin, Gerard Manly Hopkins, and many other authors. She is very smart, and enjoyable to talk to.
Megan likes The Simpson's, puppies, and babies.
Megan has a wonderful sense of humor, and this sight may in the future feature such works as "Spinster's Quarterly" among other papers.
Megan's mom also enjoys writing, and this sight may feature some of her works.
This sight is largely my work, but with some more collaboration, may contain some of Megan's favorite sights, among other things.
9/15/06
9/14/06
Baby Outfit
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| From 2002 |
Megan bought this outfit for a friend's baby, when we were trying to have a baby. I walked in on her as she was kind of holding the outfit like it was a baby. She had a little tear in her eye. I said stay right there and take a picture...
9/5/06
9/3/06
Indiana Dunes
Megan, James, Pricilla, Trever, and I Drove to the Indiana Dunes this week end. It was my first time in Indiana. Swiming was a lot of fun. It was like the ocean, except warmer and without the salt. The water was kind of brown near the shore, however I think it was just from the waves crashing into the dirt. This is a picture of James.
James did not like the sand getting all over him, and it stuck to him extra well with a nice thick coat of sun-block. He rubbed his eyes and got the sand, and sun block in his eyes. However, he calmed down, and started to have fun. His favorite part was chasing the sea gulls, and playing in the water.
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