Rant

Teachers.
WHY?
WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY WHY???????
Seriously.  you want a 16 percent raise, and the average teachers salary is 67,000 dollars a year.  Really. That is almost 11,000 dollars.  I don't know how many teachers are even in Saskatchewan, but I'm going to say about 300,000. So 300,000x11.  That's over 3.3 BILLION dollars.  i bet you there's even more teachers than that, too.  Like, come on.  every one is bitching about roads, and the teachers are all worked up about their pay, but don't you guys want the government to put money away for when disaster strikes?  Sure, it might never strike.  But what happens if it down?  The governments going to have NO MONEY to give you when you have no home and no money and you are just living off of other people.  So now you want them to fix the roads, pay 3.3 billion dollars to the teachers and put away money for disaster?
Really.  Money doesn't just grown on trees.  And then when they need more money, they're going to raise taxs and then that will just be more people whining and crying about how much money to pay.  So shut up.
-Aly

Please tell me who that was!!!

I really hope you neve. Talk about me on here. I always worry because I think I have done something wrong. I totally agree with you on the dad thing though. Loving your dad and having a good relationship with him should make you stronger, and if it isn't, well, that's just not good.I'm speaking from experience... Whenever my dad and I do stuff together, "bond" of you will, I always feel great! Those times make me feel stronger. But then he usually goes and screws it up by hitting my dog or spazzing at me when I go to bed ten minutes late. Tell me who you're talking about!! I must know!!!
-aly

Friends, Dads and... Packing.

So, life is fairly complicated at the moment. I have two friends who've suddenly decided to become mortal enemies, and its quite annoying-confusing-hard-painful-ridiculous-pointless to keep trying to please both them. The truth is though, one of these friends are getting quite annoying. She's of the leech variety :/
Also, I just want to mention something. One of my friends also has a blog, and in one of her recent posts, she was comparing herself to "Daddy's Girls," saying that she was stronger than them. I was totally a daddy's girl. But did my dad spoil me? No. Was he incredibly strict with me? Yes. Did he constantly compliment me? No. Did he support me? Yes. I just wanted to say, that just because you love your dad and your dad that loves you, does not mean you're weak. It means, simply: You love and are loved. Not: Oh, I love my dad, so I guess that just automatically makes me some kind of weak, dependent girly-girl. Sheesh, people and their ridiculous assumptions....
Also, you don't need 24 hours to pack for a little trip. Just putting that out there.

- Meghan
P.s. - The editing job really sucks since I was lazy.

There's nothing like a needle in your arm...

Meghan- here is an update on miss drama queen. (not you) today we got our shots and leave it to Hannah to cry her eyes out about it. "I don't want to... I want to do it with my mom... I don't wanna...". Oh, cry me a river. Anna fainted and she was as white as a ghost, and she still told Hannah to get the shots. Seriously, the nurse said that the 18- month- olds only squeal a little on the more painful one. Hannah cried for 20 minutes. Seriously. That's jut sad.
-aly

Don't Worry Harry, He's Next.

 My little brother David. I don't think I've ever posted a picture of him, so there we go. He's weird, and annoying, and sometimes funny. So that pretty much sums him up.

Wazzup.
I have the Headache From Hell today, which actually really sucks, because for some strange reason I really wanted to go to school.
But at least that means I get to miss the Dancer Teacher of Doom. Wendy Wilson.... *shiver* She should be the torturer in a torture chamber, not a dance teacher.
Which reminds me. I have the Competition of Crapiness tomorrow. Not looking forward to this. I'm guessing I'll be a complete failure.
I hate highland dancing.

- Meghan

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.

By the way - all of the pitures are un-edited.

Tree in my neighbours yard. I just really like how the tree is naturally black against the pretty blue sky.

Tree in my frontyard. ( LOVE that color of blue! )

Apple tree in my backyard. The little ball-ish looking this are rotten apples.

Lampost :) I like lamposts.

My street. Again. I sure love that blue and pink in the sky.. nothing fancy, but pretty nonetheless.

No school tomorrow! Thank God the teachers went on strike. I don't think I could have handled going to school tomorrow. I'm so super tired and when I get tired I get grumpy... I just had a temper tantrum at my mom. Stomping my feet, screaming, and the whole bit. So I probably would've spazzed at multiple people who probably deserve it anyway. But I don't think I've had a temper tantrum since I was five...
The weird thing is, I was five ten years ago.
Because I'm 15!
I keep forgetting. Its really weird. Although half the time I still think I'm ten, so thats not really a surprise.
Soo.. my birthday was April 28th. And guess what my present from the universe was?
A dead cat.
Alas, I watched my beautiful furrball get hit by a truck and die. On my birthday. And I actually miss him a lot more than I thought I would. Which sucks, because missing something is no fun. I wish I hadn't loved him as much, because then life would be less painful.
Anyway. I'll stop being cheesy and dramatic now.
Aaaaaanndd..... I really have nothing else to say.
I delivered flyers today. As I do every Wednesday. Last Wednesday I went I took some fairly un-impressive photo's, but I liked them. So I'll post a few of those.

- Meghan
P.s. - Go watch Star Wars.