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W00t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*has been chocobo raising breeding and racing for the last few hours and she just beat Teioh with her mountain green chocobo:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*

*feels uber*

take that, stupid black chocobo! (why isn't it purple? the black ones are usually purple it seems like...)

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Happy belated birthday to adellahale!

*meggles her*

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I am t3h muffin maker extraordinaire.

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Because it's been awhile...

Meekah's Adventures in Men
(Sounds like some sort of Sex-and-the-City-esque thing , doesn't it?)

Anyway , I was attempting to go through all my old entries and find out what episode number this would be , but I'm to impatient to do that...so...well , no more episode numbers. Anyway , I have a few little stories to share.
The Cowboy
Over the summer (Yes , this is LONG overdue) I went out to the Calgary Stampede , which is well , the stomping grounds of hundreds of thousands of Meekah's fantasies. (Cowboys. God damn cowboys and their hotness) so , well , it was a very good trip.
One day , she and her mom and her mom's friend were sitting in the arena , watching the cow-cutting (meaning herding-like activity , not slaughtering like I thought when I read the pamphlet) competition. Anyway , half of the arena was the competition , and the other half was where some of the other cowboys were warming up.
Along the fence closest to the bleachers , one cowboy and his horse were standing. And the horse was freaking gorgeous. (For a horse nerd like me , it's a big deal) so , I decided I would walk over and pet the horse. (It was Piebald (meaning , white with black spots , like cows) Very pretty horse , so I walk over and ask the cowboy if I can pet his horse.
Very pretty cowboy , too. He was about my age , and yes , wearing the tight jeans and the western style shirt and cowboy boots and hat....which made me a little weak in the knees.
So he says yes and we were just talking (about his horse) meanwhile I am STARING at his massive belt buckle (and yes , I was actually looking at the buckle because I wanted to know what it said).
Me: "Where'd you get that"
He gets all blushy. "I won it"
Me: "Where?"
Him: "Here last year"
Me: "Pretty impressive"
Him: "Thanks" (More blushing).
Very sweet guy. So then he decides it's his turn to ask questions.
Him: "So...are you a rider?"
Me: "Yeah"
Him: "I could tell. Girls who ride are always hot"
And that , my friends , is when I almost fell over and died. I also knew that was a really unattractive option , so I decided blushing was probably a better way to react.
So I found out he's from Montana , which is , unfortunately , a long way from where I live. I also never found out what his name was. But what a nice boy he was.
I love cowboys. Have I ever mentioned that?

And now , for my latest addition...
The Guy at the Shelter
For background , I am taking a co-op placement at an animal shelter in my town. It's really fun and I love working with all the puppies and dogs and seeing them all go to new homes.
However...there is a guy there...let's call him Bill , for privacy's sake.
He volunteers there most of the time , meaning , out of the four days a week I am there , he will be there at least two of them. Unfortunately.
Not that Bill isn't a nice guy...just that , well , he creeps me out. He's at least nineteen , and about 6'5 , so compared to Meekah the midget , he is gargantuan.
So the third day I see him , we're just chatting in the kitchen and I'm folding laundry and he is handing up dog leashes. He makes one into a noose.
Him: "If I was ever going to kill myself , I think I'd hang myself.
Me: No response.
Him: (looks around room) "There's not many places to hang myself in here , though"
Me: No response.
Him: "I'd probably do it in the shed. Those rafters are pretty strong"
Me: No response.

And then , there was THURSDAY. Oh lordy.
I was bent over a bathtub scrubbing puke off of a puppy (what a glamourous job , eh?) and Bill comes up behind me (and I mean literally , RIGHT behind me. And well...I did not like the pelvic alignment of that positioning either , to be frank). And then he just starts trying to give me a shoulder massage which , um , wasn't at all relaxing and/or comfortable.
Him: "You're doing such a great job...." (He goes on and on)
Me: "Look , I'm working here. Don't you have something to do?"
Him: (Rejected look)
Me: "Didn't (boss) tell you to bring bags into the food room?"
Him: No response.
Me: "Did you just leave the food out in the parking lot?"
Him: "Well...I thought maybe , if you weren't doing anything important , you could come help...?"
Me: "Look , I've got four more puke-covered puppies to bathe , and then I have to blow dry them all. You're a big man , you can do it on your own"

Then finally he left. It was weird because he was RIGHT behind me the whole time. And on Tuesday he kept staring down my shirt , which freaked me out a lot. He really does creep me out. Frightening.

And that's the end of that. More stories of Bill to come , I'm sure.

I'd post longer , but I have nothing exciting to post about.
Hugs from the boring-lifed one!
-Meekah

Another...

Hilarious experience in the life of Meekah.

A few weeks ago a friend and I went to a Matt Dusk concert. (He was very good , by the way). Now , we're both sixteen , but don't really look our age. To put that sentance into perspective , lets just say we have been asked to take swim tests at the rec center pool because anyone thirteen and under has to take the test.
Anyway , most of the audience at the show was over the age of 18 so the bar was open at the theater. It was "cabaret-style" seating so everyone sat at a table. Well a waitress came over to our table...
Waitress: "Can I get you something to drink?"
Friend: "What do you have?"
Waitress: "We have Wine , Beer , Martinis , Daquiris , any mixed drink you may desire..."
And she goes on listing ALCHOHOLIC drinks! Okay , We can barely pass as sixteen , let alone nineteen! And definately can't pass as old enough that you can just assume we'd be of age to buy such drinks.

But we didn't buy any. Drinking is bad news bears.
(That's another story...for another entry)
-Meekah