Cumberland and Foot Cream

I've decided to not limit myself to only one TAGWBWNA a day. I will choose as many as I want to, sometimes one, and sometimes 7. So there! Who says I have to stay in the hypothetical box?!?

TAGW of the day
1. Hang out with your friends and her together.
2. Don't ignore her when she and your friends are together.
3. Hang out with her and her friends.
4. Don't complain about hanging out her her and her friends.
5. Compliment her friends in a NON FLIRTY WAY.
6. Don't rag on her friends the minute they leave. It takes away from the niceness of being there at all.
7. Hug/kiss/put your arm around her in front of her friends AND yours.

Tomarrow afternoon I am leaving with Lauren for Lake Cumberland!! Whoop, whoop! It's only until Thursday, so I won't be gone for long. But I shall miss you dearly.

I hurt my foot. OMGosh (lol) it hurt it sooooooooo bad. I was getting out of Kelsey's car carrying her nasty cincommon cake stuff, then BAM! Well. I don't really know what happenned. All I know is that my foot somehow came in contact with the door, the door didn't exactly take to my foot, and it's all KELSEY'S FAULT! Now there is a giant goose egg on the top of my foot and it hurts to walk. When I showed my mom, she picks up this random cream that says: "Clinically proven medicinal gel for the relief of muscle, joint, and back pain. My dad goes: This has nothing to do with muscles, joints, or back pain! Lol. So she slabs it on my foot anyways, and it starts burning. Five seconds later Lauren goes, "Uh, it says on the box "Do not appy to skin with conditions such as cuts, open wounds, or on skin that has a rash or eczema." There was definately a big cut on my foot, right where she put this stuff. Then she goes: "It also says for adults and adolescents 16 years of age or over." My mom violated two rules, and my foot continues to burn! It's the next day now, andmy foot still hurts, though not as bad, and the swelling has gone down. Moral of the story: Never trust my mom with cream!

IMPORTANT

Hey there!

For the next few (few meaning many) days, I am going to be adding something amazing to the blog. It's called: Things a Girl Wants But Would Never Ask.

Okay, so I've been bored. But I think it's gonna be fun! Fun to write, at least. Okay, so I'll kick things off by doing not one but five of TAGWBWNA.

1. Touch her waist.
2. Listen when she talks, and make her feel as if it's the most important thing you've ever heard in your life. Most importantly, actually REMEMBER IT.
3. Share your most embarrassing or secret secrets with her. Feel free to blush in that adorable way boys do.
4. Give her one of your sweatshirts or jackets. Trust me, she'll wear it, show it off to her friends, and always remember what an amazing boyfriend she has whenever she sees it.
5. Kiss her slowly, like there's all the time in the world for just you two.

You can guess what this post is going to be about.

Since it would be fruitless to ignore the rather large elephant in the room, this post is going to be about Michael Jackson. Duh. For those of you that don't know (a.k.a. those of you that have been living under a rock) MJ died on Thursday, late afternoon, after being rushed to a Los Angeles hospital in cardiac arrest. He suffered a cardiac arrest in his Los Angeles home, amid concerns of a painkiller overdose.

Many rumors have been floating around, and, as your go-to-gossip-guru, I would like to clear them up. This is the story according to DailyMail.com: "Detectives said earlier they urgently wanted to speak to a physician, later identified as Dr Conrad Robert Murray, who allegedly injected the star with painkiller shortly before he collapsed and died. Jackson's family today revealed the 50-year-old had been having daily injections of Demerol, a synthetic pain-killing drug similar to morphine. It has emerged this evening that Dr Murray was the only person with the singer at the time of his collapse. A statement from the LA coroner today said: 'We will not and cannot determine cause of death at this time.'A close relative told TMZ.com, the website that first broke the news of the singer's death, he was injected at 11:30am shortly before having a catastrophic heart attack. TMZ this evening named the doctor as Dr. Murray after 11 News in Texas reported that a car belonging to the physician's sister had been towed away from the house. Jackson's long-term physician Dr. Tohme Tohme today denied he had delivered the fatal injection and told the New York Post he was not at the singer's home when he collapsed. Dr. Tohme, who appeared at the UCLA hospital for a press conference earlier, told the newspaper: 'It's not me. I wasn't there at the house when this took place.''I am his manager and I feel lost. I loved Michael and I was his friend. I was handling all his affairs,' he said in a phone interview. A spokesman for the Los Angeles Police department earlier confirmed officers were searching for a doctor who had been at the house when the singer collapsed. He said: 'We are looking for him because that is a normal part of an investigation like this. We cannot confirm the name of the doctor.'The revelation came after the Jackson's family lawyer blamed his sudden death on his inner circle pushing him too hard in the run-up to a series of comeback gigs in Britain.This was despite revelations in a book last December that the singer was suffering from a chronic lung condition and had just six months to live. Brian Oxman said the Jacksons believed Michael was addicted to painkillers and prescription drugs and were concerned about the 'stress' he was under ahead of the gruelling concerts in London.The lawyer, who was with the family overnight, said the singer had been taking drugs for months in his battle to be fit for the string of gigs that had been due to start next month."

According to TMZ.com: "On the subject of Michael Jackson taking too many prescription drugs...We went back to our files and found a 2007 lawsuit against Jackson for allegedly not paying a pharmacy bill -- grand total: $101,926.66. Mickey Fine Pharmacy in Beverly Hills sued Jackson, claiming he agreed to 'pay the purchase price of any prescription medications filled.' The case was dismissed a month after it was filed -- that typically means there was a settlement."

During his lifetime, he had many, many health issues. Scalp surgery (which resulted in an addiction to painkillers), plastic surgury (rhinoplasty and a chin implant), vitiligo, chest pains, recuring back pain, low blood pressure, broken vertebrae and leg...and those are just the confirmed facts! It has also been rumored that MJ suffered from skin cancer and was in need of a lung transplant because of Alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency. What I take from this is that no one can have everything, even if they appear to. While Michael is a legend, his personal life was a mess. His sister has told the media that his mother called him a "d**n f****t" (however, his sister has not been known to be the most relieable source. He died in severe debt, estimated to be up to $400 million dollars.

As I type this, I am imagining an older me, reading through these posts, and coming across this one. "Hello, Older Me!" I want to say. "Do you remember that weird feeling that you had, knowing that a legend was dead? It was so odd!" Also, Older Me might want to know what date it was that he died. Well, it was June 25, 2009. He was 50 years old.

Since I don't wish to speak ill of the dead, I have decided not to include the low points in dear Michael's career (it is also why I chose not to include a more recent picture of Jackson). Instead, you will find upon looking under this sentence a collection of quotes concerning his career, life, and legacy.

"We have all been blessed to witness a true light, a wonderful talent...no words can describe his talent, generosity, advocacy, and love for the world. He gave us a piece of his soul and dedicated his life to entertain us."-will.i.am.

"My heart...my mind...are broken. I loved Michael with all my soul and I can't imagine life without him. We had so much in common and we had so much loving fun together. I was packing up my clothes to go to London for his opening when I heard the news. I still can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. It can't be so."-Elizabeth Taylor

"We are out of our joy. He is out of his pain....he was constantly challenged by the press and all he really wanted to be was the greatest entertainer and he was that."-Rev. Jesse Jackson

Among his public mourners are Usher, John Mayer, Celine Dion, Beyonce Knowles, Akon, Kenny Ortega, Ne-Yo, Diana Ross, R. Kelly, Fergie, Mariah Carey, and Carole Bayer Sager, who said, "I saw [Michael Jackson] in a totally different light--as a nurturing and caring father." . The entire music world is in mourning, if not the entire world. The biggest icon of my lifetime is gone in body, but I get the feeling that he will not be forgotten.

For more information check out MTV. All day they have been playing MJ music videos, movies, and performances. Statements have been pouring in from across the country, and they are played across the bottom of the screen.

Moment of silence for the loss of Michael. Or, you could listen to Thriller. Better yet, get up and do the dance! C'mon, you know you know it! How could anyone forget it??

You know you love Michael Jackson,
Megan Elizabeth Roberts

You Belong With Me

Oh...I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one that makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong
Think I know it's with me!!

Hello!

Hello, faithful blog-readers! I do apologize very, very sincerely for my lack of posts throughout the past few weeks. No, I have not fallen off of a cliff, got hit by a car, or developed a mental disability. Yes, I have been on Facebook, and yes, I just did not feel like writing. For that, dear friends, I am sorry.



But! The show must go on, and I must tell you of my adventures! Let us begin with my, if I do say so myself, BANGIN' party. As I had told you before, there were 15 or 16 girls there. I don't remember, and don't feel like counting. The evening started off when, at the same time, I got about 10 texts telling me that people couldn't sleep over, were going to be late, etc. One girl even told me she couldn't come! I was a little depressed, because Rachel, the girl that couldn't come, was one of my good friends. But, alas! The show must go on! So the girls and I waited for the late-comers by snacking and/or jumping on the trampoline. Even though most of us go to the same school, it's a big school, so some people didn't know each other, at least very well. They got aquainted with each other, and by then, everyone was there. We talked for a while, and then it was time to get it going. I began with the scavenger hunt for all things pink! There were two teams, and getting these teams together was a bit of a hassle. But it happenned, I gave out the list of items and the rules, and off we went! Each group went door-to-door in our neighborhood asking my neighbors for any disposable pink item. My team did quite well, and w even got a chair from Mrs. Jostworth! At the end, no one really wanted to tally up their points, so it was just assumed that we won. Then we hung out for a while, you know, the way girls do. After some more o' that boring stuff, we went downstairs to the Kissing Booth! (Note: I know this isn't exactly pink-themed, per say, but it is girly!) Lauren and I had made a board covered with pictures of smokin' guys, like Rob Pattinson, Brad Pitt, Taylor Lautner, Brody Jenner, Chris Pine, etc., and also some ugly ones, like a super ugly dog, a naked mole rat, same Day-Lewis guy that we called Gay-Lewis since he had both his ears pierced, and Steve Urkle. Each girl was spun around thrice (and yes, I did just say thrice in every day speech). Then they pecked the board, also thrice. The points for each person they kissed was tallied, and the girl with the most points won! Doesn't that sound fun?!? Haha. Then we enjoyed some delish cotton candy, made on my own patio. It was a big hit, because, I mean, who doesn't love pink sugar in cone form?? Freaks, that's who! Then we playe.....drum roll, please.....BARBIES!! I had gone and picked about 10 fun, fresh, and pink fabrics, and each girl was given a Barbie, courtesy of Lauren. The goal was to make the best dress for your Barbie than anyone else! My Barbies sucked, but everyone else's were amazing. They went totally above and beyond what was expected, and my mother and the other judges (MG and Margo) were blown away. Morgan won, with Kat in close second (=. Then there was presents, which, much like the Barbies, were amazing. Thanks to everyone who spent their time and money getting me a fab b-day prezzie! For example, recieved two Forever 21 gift cards, one Starbucks gify card, a Coach letter M key chain, the movie Bride Wars, Love Spell perfume (OMG it is from Victoria's Secret and the most amazing scent in the whole world), and many other totally fun, creative, and definately me gifts. Perhaps the funniest was a card from Morgan, who goes to my church. I won't put what it says on here, for two reasons. For one, my mom and her little spying friends read this, and I refuse to tell them what it says, mainly just for the fun of it. For two, I am going to respect the privacy of whoever the card may have been about. It really wasn't all that important, embarrassing, or anything else, it was more just funny. Maybe I will tell you later. After all of this, we still had cake and icecream to eat. The cake was rasberry, and it was absolutely divine! It was moist, rasbery-y, and all over pinkilicious! For the rest of the night, we watched movies, played truth or dare, jumped on the tramp, chugged 2-liters of soda, gossipped, and pretty much anything but slept, until about 5 or 6 in the morning. Once we woke up, we had a pancake buffet, where everyone was more or less awake. After the whole experiece, there was only one thing left to say: "Can I have a pink loofah?!?!"

Stay with me here. I still have a whole "vacation" to tell you about. Yes, it's true. I went to the Land of the Old, the Dominion of the Dying, the Realm of the Retired....Florida. Okay, so it really wasn't all that bad....sort of. Now, don't start thinking, "Oh wow, she doesn't even appreciate a vacation to Florida!" Because it wasn't the vacation I didn't appreciate. It was my brother. It was almost like a freaking tv show! He got me in trouble so many times I couldn't count them. He annoys me at home sometimes, but he really out-did himself. It was insane. There were times when we got along, but most of the time I was getting yelled at for "fighting with your brother". However, there were a few shining moments. I shot a gun for the first time. Well, three guns, to be exact. The first thing you've gotta know is that on shows like Chuck, they don't realistically portray the booming sound of a gun firing. I had to use ear plugs, and even then, it was loud! Wow. The second thing is: a shotgun hurts where you fire it! It pushes back into your arm. I think my dad called it "kick". From what I was told, it was actually a pretty weak kick, but I'm a 13-year-old girl. It hurt. You have to press it hard into your shoulder before you shoot it, because if you don't it'll go forward and slam back. Another "first" was parasailing, which I did with my dad. Forthose of you who don't know, parasailing is where you get in a harness and are strapped to a parachute, which is attatched to a boat. The boat starts moving, and you go up in the air. I was 600 feet up, and loving it! I was swinging the harness around, and it was very fun. It was not scary at all once you were up there. It was a little scary at the very beginning, when you get dragged off the platform of the boat and don't know what to expect. Then my borther also had a first: his first time singing kereoke! For those of you who don't know Griffin, he loves to sing. Constantly. It was very well-recieved, and the guy invited him to come sing on Saturday at a family bar called Mugs n' Jugs. And whaddaya know, Saturday night found us at Mags n' Jugs Family Grill! Griff snag to a fairly large audience, and he was great! Some guy walked up to him, asked to buy him a video game, and handed him five bucks! It was hysterical! I think he had a great time.

When he sang for the first time, he tried to get me to come up ad sing Love Shack with him. I fought for a while, but then realized he would just hold it against me, so I did. In the beginning, I turned the mike off and liip-synched. Then, I turned it back on, but held it way from my mouth. It was sooo awful, embarrassing, scarring, etc.! Then, Griffin got all mad at me, like literally screaming at me, like, "THE ONE CHANCE I GET WHERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY APPRECIATE MY SINGING AND YOU JUST MESS IT UP BY NOT SINGING! YOU LOOKED SO STUPID AND YOU RUINED IT FOR ME!" My parents did nothing, of course, because they weren't in the car when he did that. I told them, but, all too predictably, they shrugged it off.

Most of our time was spent either at my granfpa's house or in his pool. The reason for the trip was to be with him, because his lady friend who lived with him, Bev, passed away. They were very close, so he was pretty sad. I think seeing us cheered him up considerably, so I was happy we went. We took home some beautiful paintings that Bev painted. I got very pretty jewelry, two satin hangers, and the Notebook on dvd. Perhaps my favorite thing, though, was something that my grandpa gave me. It used to belong to my Grandma Roberts, his late wife, whom I never got to meet. It is a keychain that I wear as a necklace, called a Kissing Timer. It's a keychain that my grandma gave to my grandpa when he got a new job, and it has charms and an hourglass on it. It's so unique and I love it. My dad told me I was never allowed to use it (=.

This post is getting very, very long so I'm going to stop Thanks for listening (or rather reading) the tales of my life. See ya!

You know you love me,
MR

Sorry my posts have been so sparse lately. I have been pretty much glued to Facebook. It's quite addicting. I have 43 friends! I know many people have hundreds more, but a lot of my friends don't have an account. But they will soon; I will make them!!

I have some freakin' amazing news right now. Remember how I was all stressed about not making it into 8 Honors? Well....I did!!! I got the acceptance letter today! OMFG. I was totally freaking out. It was like a huge weight got lifted off my shoulders. But not to worry, it will be dropped right back on once school starts in the form of homework. *sigh* But no time for moping now! I am in the top 90 of my class of around 450 at the 36th best high school in the nation! Even with my 'C' in Algebra. Wow. I feel like jumping around. Oh wait, I already did that.

If you are interested, here is a few of my favorite and least favorite bits of the letter: "Walnut Hills High School is pleased to invite your child into the Eighth Drage Honors Program for the 2009-2010 school year." (This is about where the jumping started.) "An examination of previous grades in academic courses(this probably helped me a lot), teacher reccommendations (my english, science, history, and latin teachers all liked me), and test information (I generally do well on the OATs) has determined that your child is qualified to participate in this accelerated program." ....responsibilites: (1) increased homework (NOOOO!)to enable students to cover demanding curriculum; (2) fees to cover the cost of supplemental materials and feild trips (YAY!); (3) superior grade performance in all subjects (translation: do well in Geometry or you out, fool!); (4) developement of research skills (watev that means) and (5) completion of additional summer assignments (rats...).

These past few days have been crazy. My grandpa's lady friend who lived with him passed away on the 7th. She didn't write out her will, but she had expressed to my grandpa that she wanted to be cremated. So to progress any farther, our family had to contact her daughter, whom she has not spoken to in years. We haven't known when the funeral is or what the plans were. We could pretty much have left on a moments notice. But I think my dad realized that according to common law, living together for as long as Bev and his dad did, they were legally considered a couple. So my grandpa could inherit the trailer and they could make decisions for her. I don't really know the details, but I do now know that we are leaving for Flo Rida on either Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. Not Monday, though, because.....

Monday is my party!!!! OMG. I am so excited. I'm having a cotton candy machine, fun movies, yummy pink food, and hopefully lots, lots more. I just need to plan it. So ima get to that, and let you get back to your regular lives. Carry on!

You know you love me Margo,
M

Facebook

Hey y'all. As a teen, of course I now have a facebook. So friend me! And if you don't have one: get one! They are addictive.

You Know You Love Me,
M

I'm NAWT a Tween!!!!

Yayx10!! I have to leave for my friends' birthday (how rude to have it on birthday lol jk), but I wouldn't to make sure I posted on my 13th birthday. I'm a little sad, but mostly happy to be a teenager!

You know you ove my 13-year-old self,
Megan

P.s. JoEllen: Thanks for the movie suggestions! I'm sooo glad to hear from you! Of course, I'm inviting you to my party, so I'll call you soon with the deets. Love ya, dahlin!!

My Partay!!!!!

I have finally come up with a theme for my 13th Party of the Century-Fifties: Think Pink!! Doesn't that sound ah-mazing?!? I'm super excited. But I have a dilemma. I can't think of PG-13 movies to watch! I have already decided on a few: Pretty in Pink, 27 Dresses, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 1 and 2, White Chicks, Twilight, and Mall Cop. I realize that the last two aren't PG-13. You'll live. As you can see, I am in dire need of some fresh ideas. Please help!

You know you love me,
Megan

P.S. Any decor ideas would also be welcome!