50 thoughts I have while driving.


I have this weird relationship with driving.

At first, I hated it.

I was so excited to learn how to drive.

This was it..my road to freedom.

Or so I thought.

I passed the actual driving test on the very first try.

But failed the computer test the first time.

And second.

And third.

And fourth.

And fifth.

After the fifth they make you wait a certain amount of time before you take it again.

What can I say….I hate taking tests.

During that fun little waiting period in between test, Janelle and I got into a car accident.

It completely ruined driving for me.

So I swore it off completely.

My sister had her license, so why did I need mine?

Fast forward to the day I turned eighteen.

At that age our DMV allows you to just walk in and get your license if you’ve passed the driving test but not the computer test.

I finally had my license.

But refused to drive still.

It was a slow process, driving again.

I didn’t really start driving again until the summer of 2010.

Until I hit a parked car and swore it off again.

I think I started really driving after college.

I had a different job than my sister and basically had to drive.

It wasn’t even until this last September that I drove myself to a new city.

Don’t take this the wrong way.

I am a fine driver.

I just had a strained relationship with it.

I love it now though, for the most part.

We just got off to a rocky start.

Our relationship is like an old married couple.

We fight, and bicker all the time.

But at the end of the day we love each other.

I decided to document our daily commute together to give you all a glimpse into our relationship.

I hope it’s something you can relate to on a spiritual level.

50 thoughts I have while driving.

  1. Why are you so cold?? Seriously let’s turn that heat UP!
  2. Okay okay calm down it doesn’t need to be that hot.
  3. Ughhh nothings on this station this morning.
  4. Or this one..
  5. Or this one..
  6. I give up! I’ll settle with commercials.
  7. Now the real question is, do I want coffee?
  8. I mean I’m tired….and it sounds delicious.
  10. Oh god why is the music so loud?
  11. It’s 6:15 in morning calm it down folks.
  12. Oh god stop yelling….just give me my coffee.
  13. Thank you…now let me leave.
  14. Mmmmm nectar of the gods.
  15. This light…you’ll be the death of me.
  16. If only I could turn left on this red.
  17. But something about the “law” makes it illegal.
  18. Rules rules.
  19. FINALLY.
  20. No no no don’t use your turning signal it’s fine.
  21. Oh I see you’re waiting until the middle of your turn to use your turning signal…makes sense.
  22. I swear I always hit so many red lights.
  23. Oooo I like this song.
  24. Can they see me dancing? No..perfect!!
  25. Woah my straw works as a microphone…BOOM!!
  26. Oh green light…whoops!
  27. Pay attention Megan.
  28. What is the speed limit? 35?
  29. WHY ARE WE GOING 25??
  30. Oh that’s right the speed limit is a suggestion..I forgot..silly me!!
  31. Please turn please turn please turn.
  33. (Insert self made car acceleration noises.)
  36. Cop.
  37. Cop cop cop.
  38. Was I going that fast?
  39. I couldn’t have been.
  40. I’ll just slowly take my foot off of the gas.
  41. Oh he’s gone…
  42. PHEW!!
  43. Good thing I’m almost to work.
  44. Stay green stay green..
  45. Woohoo made it!!
  46. Just gotta use my turning signal like the good little driver that I am.
  47. Almost there.
  48. Speed bump.
  49. Always forget about the speed bumps.
  50. Anddd were here…Thanks little buddy..be back soon!




I usually post story times on Thursdays.

And I want to keep doing that.

But yesterday was different.

So naturally I had to write about it.

It wasn’t the best day.

And it wasn’t the worst day ever.

It just wasn’t great.

And in typical Megan fashion, I took things personally.

When in reality it wasn’t on me.

I was pretty bummed out all day.

You know how those days go?

You spill your coffee.

Get a rude email at work.

Someone says something mean to you.

You run into traffic.

All of the small things that can add up make everything seem worse than it actually is.

That’s how yesterday went.

And most of this week for that matter.

I was super frustrated.

I feel like I’m a good person for the most part.

I use my turning signal, hold the door open for people, and I don’t do anything illegal.

The one “bad” habit I have is drinking too much coffee.

That or swearing as much as I do.

But that’s it.

I’ve always believed in Karma.

Because I had to give myself that reassurance that people who did bad things would have bad things happen to them in return.

It just made me feel better.

With that being said, I get frustrated when bad things happen to good people.

It doesn’t make sense.

Are you supposed to learn some giant life lesson?

Is it going to direct you down this new magical path in life.

Is it all a part of something bigger than we can possibly understand.

I just couldn’t wrap my mind around how all of these bad things were happening to me, small, but bad nonetheless.

What about Karma?

Wasn’t it supposed to help me out?

Didn’t it have my back?

As much as I tried to figure out why these bad things were happening to me, I just couldn’t find an answer

I did however, found a solution to it yesterday.

A temporary fix if you will.

I came across this word that was new to me.


I saw the word described in a paragraph.

Life is always changing and I drift easily through those changes, good and bad. As I drift through hard times, I can take comfort in knowing that I will leave them behind. As I drift away from good times I can take comfort in knowing that more will come my way. 

It’s beautiful really.

Life is always changing, we have no control over it.

And we have to accept that.

Good things will happen, and bad things will happen.

But they’ll always be happening.

As we experience those hard times we should take comfort.

Comfort in knowing that eventually you will leave them behind.

And most importantly in my opinion, that as the good times come and go, you can take comfort in knowing that more are going to come.

I think that’s harder than going through the bad times.

Watching the good times go.

Graduating from college.

Watching your children move out.

Sending your best friend off to move across the Country.

It’s still hard.

Seeing something that you’ve loved so much change and becoming different.

Taking comfort that you once knew, with something that was a constant in your life, and watching it change.

Wondering if things will ever be the same.

But knowing that no matter what, more good things will come your way.

I took this yesterday and really let it sit with me.

In the peak of my bad day, this hit me so incredibly hard.

And hits me even more as I write this now, reflecting on it all.

I told myself over and over again.

I will eventually leave these bad days behind.

And it helped, believe it or not.

Saying this over and over again made the negative thoughts escape.

I think if you believe in something so much, you can create it.

Even if it’s just a thought.

If you believe in something enough, it’ll happen.

The bad days will be left behind.

And those good days that you love so much, will too be left behind.

But they’ll be back.

Just different.

This gave me comfort yesterday.

Comfort when I was having a bad day.

And I hope that it can help you as well.

That no matter what might be going wrong, big or small, that it will be left behind.

That it’ll be just a memory.

Something that happened to you.

But that you can take comfort in knowing that it’s gone.

And because of it, you’re stronger the next time around.

Megans Movie Guide

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while now, you probably know about my love for television shows.

I’m that person that can talk about a show so much that you’ll spend the entire time trying to think of ways to escape the conversation.

Even though I’m a self proclaimed tv addict, it all started with movies.

I only really watched the Disney Channel growing up, so my family had to culture me somehow.

On the weekends we would watch movies together.

It was my favorite thing about Saturday nights.

Bundling up on the couch with a blanket while we all watched a movie, usually of my dad’s choice.

I learned to really appreciate Denzel Washington and Adam Sandler movies.

Whenever I was bored growing up, I would just stumble on some random channel and watch whatever movie was on.

Even though I’m currently working on watching 52 movies, I’ve seen some good ones in my opinion.

And I’m a firm believer that there’s a movie for every occasion.

There are movies for those nights where you’re questioning all of your life choices.

Those movies to watch when you just want to laugh at the world.

And movies to watch when you need to forget about your heartache.

Heck, right now I want to curl up with a blanket and some coffee and watch Pretty in Pink but I won’t do that.


Instead, I’ve created a few categories of different moods one might be in and some movies to go along with that mood.

Since I’m working on my movie resume, these may not apply to everyone.

But if you find yourself bored on a Saturday night and needing a movie recommendation, I gotchu girl.

Or boy.


When you want those romantic feels.
1. Crazy Stupid Love
2. 500 days of summer
3. How to lose a guy in 10 days
4. When Harry Met Sally
5. Sleepless in Seattle


When you literally want to laugh out loud.
1. Step Brothers
2. Old School
3. White Chicks
4. Billy Madison
5. Just friends


When you feel like you have no idea what you’re doing with your life.
1. The Perks of Being a Wallflower
2. Forrest Gump
3. The Breakfast Club
4. Silver Linings Playbook
5. The Spectacular Now


When you want to be all “aweee” but also all “lol”.
1. The Ugly Truth
2. 10 Things I Hate About You
3. Friends With Benefits
4. Sixteen Candles
5. Knocked Up


To make you feel like a badass.
1. Man on Fire
2. Top Gun
3. Taken
4. John Q


When you want to feel like kid again.
1. Frozen
2. UP
3. The Lion King
4. The Incredibles
5. Inside Out


When you have nothing to do all day (or weekend).
1.  All of the Harry Potter movies


 If you don’t know what kind of movie to watch.
1. Easy-A
2. Pretty in Pink
3. There’s Something About Mary
4. Elf
5. Mean Girls


When you can’t sleep at night.
1. 27 Dresses
2. 13 Going on 30
3. Love Actually
4. Fever Pitch
5. The Intern

There you go!

No need to thank me, the pleasure is all mine.

Just remember, when it’s a rainy day outside.

Or when you can’t seem to fall asleep.

I’ve got you covered.

Also, I have a feeling this list might change once I’ve finished my 52 movie challenge.

I’ll keep you posted.

That time I fell in love with baseball.

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I’ve always considered myself a tomboy.

The Mary-Kate Olsen to my sisters Ashley Olsen.

High five if you get that reference.

I liked running around and getting dirty outside.

I also loved sports, and still do.

I get super into March Madness and love college football.


And fantasy football has filled the last 5 NFL seasons for me.

But nothing gets me quite as excited as baseball.

I never played baseball growing up, and didn’t really care for it either.

I thought it was so boring.

I would just cheer for the dodgers because my dad did.

It made the most sense.

My parents took us to Dodger Stadium when I was 16 and I thought it was so cool.

They were playing the Giants, their rival.

Yelling at Barry Bonds from the third baseline with all of the drunk fans around me. I learned to hate him so fast.

It was so much fun.

I was intrigued. 

Flash forward to the summer of 2009.

I was bored and stumbled across an ESPN magazine that belonged to my dad.

There was an article that featured new players for that season.

I found a new dodger player, Clayton Kershaw.

There were some baseball stats that meant absolutely nothing to me, followed by some fun facts that got my attention.

He was asked “if we turned on your iPod what song would you have listened to last” and he answered with Taylor Swift.

Like what?!

A baseball player who liked Taylor Swift.


I started watching with my dad to see this Clayton Kershaw in action.

Turns out he was a pitcher, and that pitchers don’t play every game.

I was determined to watch him, and since I had no idea when he would be starting, I would just end up watching the games anyways.

What I thought were boring games, turned out to be a test of my patience.

I learned to appreciate the strategy behind every decision and pitch.

I would ask my dad as many questions as I could.

And I still do.

Because I know there’s still so much to learn.

I filled my summer that year with baseball, and every summer after that.

So many hours were spent on the couch next to my dad, learning about different players.

Next thing I knew I was forming all of these superstitions that mimicked his.

I fell in love with not only the sport, but the act of watching it with my dad.

Picking his brain for everything that he knew about Baseball, and listening to his stories about watching it when he was younger.

I was obsessed.

I bought shirts, hats, phone cases, anything that was dodger blue I was all over.

My dad even gave me a couple of his old shirts that I love dearly.

I started memorizing their schedule and getting excited for upcoming games.

People wouldn’t believe me when I said I loved the dodgers.

In college someone actually called me out and said to name more than 4 players on the team.

It blew his mind when I busted out the entire starting roster.

I was so passionate about the team, so much that I learned to loved the sport in general.

There’s just something about a sport that’s played from April to October, and can take hours to finish.

And there’s nothing like getting free baseball when games go into extra innings.

I can hear Vin Scully now.

I’ll never forget how mad I was when I missed Clayton’s home run on opening day of  2013.

Or that same year when they lost the NLCS to the cardinals. I just sat there and cried.

I wanted it so bad.

Not for me, but for my dad.

Coming to learn and love Dodger baseball with him brought me so much closer to him, closer than we already were.

In July of 2016 Jason and I went to a Dodger game in LA.

I was so excited before the trip, because Clayton was supposed to pitch the day our game was.

I got a sports center alert to my phone saying he had been ruled out for the game,the day before due to a shoulder injury that would eventually take him out for most of the remaining season.

I was heartbroken.

All I’ve ever wanted was to see him pitch in person.

To lighten the blow, we decided to do something special before the game.

We took a pregame tour of the facility and it blew my mind.

We even got to walk behind home plate while the players were warming up.

I actually heard Yasiel Puig as he joked around with other players.

The game was on a Friday night, and on Fridays during the season they have Friday Night Fireworks. Where fans could go onto the field to watch fireworks.


At one point I just kind of stood there in complete shock.

I only wished my dad was there with me.

But I know that one day, we’ll get to experience it together.

This October was an emotional roller coaster to say the least.

I jumped up and down as hard as I could when Justin Turner hit a walk off home run in the bottom of the 9th against the Cubs to win the game.

And the absolute joy that I felt when we made it to the World Series.

To complete silence when we lost.

I got harassed a little here and there, but it didn’t bug me.

I was just sad.

It took quite a bit to get over it honestly, like a bad breakup.

That brings us to today.

168 days until I get to see them play again.

My whole family will be going up to Seattle to see them play the Mariners.

Which doesn’t happen often.

I’m so incredibly excited.

Maybe Clayton will start?

Who knows, but the possibility excites me.

Since 2009 I have become such a huge baseball fan.

 I have Clayton Kershaw, the Los Angeles Dodgers, and my dad to thank for that.

I’ve made it my life goal to see a game at every one of the 30 MLB stadiums.

So far I’ve been to Safeco Field to watch the mariners, the Oakland Alameda Coliseum to see the A’s, Dodger Stadium to watch my boys in blue, and Yankee Stadium.

That one was special.

To see a night game in New York against the Red Sox’s.

I loved every minute of it.

As you can see, my love for baseball has grown throughout the years.

From the 16 year girl who was in awe of Dodger Stadium.

To the girl who will find any way possible to listen to her game while running around at a cross country meet.

To say that I love it is an understatement.

Go Dodgers!!