Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Blog Challenge: Day 3

A picture of you and your friends.

Oh my gosh, where do I begin?! I have so many pictures of friends, which makes me so glad because they all capture memories that I'll cherish forever. In high school, being a part of several clubs meant I had a few groups of friends. They all taught me so many things and helped me in SO many ways that they will never know. I absolutely could not choose, so I'm going to post a few of my favorites.

This one was taken during a Debate tournament, and it pretty accurately depicts what happened at every single tourney: we laughed a lot. We had several hours in between the rounds being over and waiting for awards, so Paige (left), Annelie (middle), and I laid down on some backpacks and talked and laughed. One of our teammates (and Paige's boyfriend) Kohl came over and started taking pictures of us on my phone. It was probably one of the biggest struggles of my life. You know what I really remember about this photo? I remember that this tournament was happening in the midst of some serious relationship drama from me. My heart was literally breaking, and I did not feel in the mood for a tournament. But I ended up being so glad I went. These girls (and Kohl) COMPLETELY took my mind off of it and I remember doing nothing but laughing and remembering I wasn't alone.  Annelie, Paige and I were a fabulous threesome that year and I adore them. I posted this picture because that wasn't an uncommon occurrence for me in my three years of Debate; my debaters were my biggest supporters. They made me laugh. They protected me. Some of my most cherished memories in high school were from Debate, and I owe everything to them.  You know what? Here's a picture of (almost) the whole team: 

And just for the heck of it, I think Paige, aka my wifey (because we're both married to Channing Tatum. Duh) deserves a pic of her own here: 

Paigey Poo and I became fast friends our sophomore year, and have been best friends/wives ever since. From Debate tournaments to birthday breakfasts to gushing over T-Swift to dying my hair to seeing Big Time Rush in concert (and touching James' hand. No big deal), some of my happiest times were spent with this gal. We always have such an easy-going, fun time together. With Paige, I was always able to forget my troubles. Not to mention she and her boyfriend are the cutest couple that ever existed, and I can hang out with just them without ever feeling like a third wheel, ever. That's something super rare in couples. I love them both! 

Okay, here's another of some other friends:
Man oh man, where would I have been without these girls in high school? This picture was taken towards the end of Junior year. We were in L.A. on choir tour and were waiting to go see Beauty and the Beast. Junior year was my glory time of high school. I remember how eager we all were for Senior year, myself included. I never knew how hard Senior year was going to be. I especially didn't know how much I would be relying on these lovely ladies. Boy drama, vicious rumors started about me, a broken heart or two. At one point my senior year, there were weeks where I wondered if I even had it in me to go to school the next day. But seeing these girls in class and in the halls always got me through it. They were my rocks. I owe them everything. I know I'll be friends with them forever. So much of who I am is owed to them. 

And there's about a million more pictures like this taken in front of Sayri's webcam. She and I have been best friends since the third grade. No matter how far apart we go from each other, we always meet up again and pick up right where we left off. This girl AMAZES me. I've never known a more thoughtful, or creative, person. Love my Sayri-Wa. 

THIS GIRL. 
"Every brunette needs a blonde best friend."
I'm so lucky mine was Annie. We helped each other in so many ways. I helped her heal from wounds of her past and she helped me to figure out it's okay to not ALWAYS be happy. And basically, we were just a couple of crazies. For more info, go here. I have a post just for her. 

This was a lot longer than it was probably meant to be. At one point in high school, I was surrounded by guy friends and flocked to them when the girls got too dramatic. But one by one those guy friends walked away and threw me under a bus for one reason or another. I consider it a blessing, because that's how I figured out who my real friends are. The friends I'll tell my kids about and call up when I'm in need of some nostalgia. All of the friends pictured above. I was SO lucky to have such fantastic friends. 

But here's the most important part: 

"Friends don't let friends do stupid things..... 

ALONE." 

Pretty much. 

~just megsie









Monday, June 24, 2013

Blog Challenge: Day 2



The meaning behind your blog name. 


Hey there, invisible readers. Cuttin' it a little close this time, but that's just how I like to do things. I am barely getting Day 2 in, just in the nick of time.


There are very few people who have stayed up-to-date on my blog since I started it almost a year ago. Those few know that my blog title has changed at least four times that I can remember. I don't know, I just couldn't ever decide.

Well, I've finally landed on one that not only captures the essence of me, but happens to just make me super giddy. So I think I'm going to stick with it.

"Second Star to the Right" 

I think everyone who grew up on Disney automatically hears the words "second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning!" said in Peter Pan's voice. I know I do.

Well, I have always loved Peter Pan. It's my favorite Disney movie, my all-time favorite story, and one of my top five fav rides in Disneyland (I can only do a top 5 because choosing one is just way too hard.) Why my love for Peter Pan, you ask? Well, let me tell you.

First off, I just love the idea that happy thoughts make you fly. The pixie dust is nothing without the happy thoughts. I think that's one of the best lessons anyone can learn. Happy thoughts make you fly. Simple as that.

I love the idea of Neverland. Not necessarily because I never want(ed) to grow up. Nope. I like the idea of a place where things can stay the same. In life, everything is always change. Some is for the good. New jobs. Marriage. Having kids. Graduating college. Moving to a bigger house. Some is not so good. Loved ones die. Friends betray you. Your heart gets broken. You break hearts. All of these milestones in life have one thing in common: they all include change.

Now, I've always been a big believer in the good in change. But as I've grown, I've learned that there are some things that just need to stay the same. Compassion needs to remain. Love needs to remain. Ambition. Family. Friendship. While components of those things may change, the things themselves are better left unchanging. They must be in a constant state of Neverland. Dreams, that's a big one. Dreams should stay the same. They can grow. They can mold. But they shouldn't change, if they're worthwhile and good.

And how do you keep them in Neverland? How do you find them if that's where they are?

Well, you head towards that second star to the right.

That little star leads to a land of pirates, mermaids, love, friendship, magic, and dreams come true. Yes, it's fictional. But does all of it really have to be? I sure don't think so. I don't think Neverland could exist without that star. While Neverland never changes, that star changes lives....if those lives choose to follow it.

And not just for a couple hours. Not just until midnight. Nope.

You gotta follow it straight on 'til morning.

So put on your best nightgown, sprinkle some pixie dust, think good thoughts, and fly. Second star to the right, and....well, you know the rest.

~just megsie


Sunday, June 23, 2013

30 Day Blog Challenge: Day 1

I haven't written here in a really long time.

I could lie to you like all those other bloggers and youtubers do (not that I'm bitter that those I'm subscribed to lie to me on a regular basis...ahem.) and tell you my life has been SO busy and I just can't find the time!

This is false.

My life, as of now, consists of work, mission shopping, and hanging out with my mom.

Oh, and getting in as much Netflix as possible within the next two months.

Well, I figure I should end with a bang on this blog before I go forth to serve the Lord for 18 months. But, I've had nothing to write about. That's actually quite a terrible excuse, because the writer in me has about a MILLION things she's busting to write on. So what it comes down to is laziness. Oh well.

I guess my point is the Blog Challenge is a lazy writer/blogger/future missionary who is enjoying a blissful summer of nothingness's best friend. So alas, here I am. It has come to this: a blog challenge. Let's see how well I keep up on it.

Here we go.

Blog Challenge Day 1: A recent picture of yourself and 15 facts about you. 



1. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I'll be leaving on August 29th to serve a mission for the church in the Uruguay Montevideo West mission. 

2. I am obsessed with dipping sauces. Especially Ranch. Okay, maybe I'm just obsessed with Ranch. 
(sub-fact: I hated Ranch until May of this year, when Sonny's Pizza's (in San Clemente, California) ranch that they served with their salad was kind of the greatest thing I ever tasted. Changed my life.) 

3. I love the colors baby blue and orange. And most bright colors. Most bright, happy things, actually. 

4. I am a generally happy person. Maybe that's why Disneyland and I are best friends.

5. My favorite dessert is chocolate chip cake. Fresh out of the oven, with cold milk, equals love. 

6. You know what else equals love? the feeling in my mouth after some Listerine mouthwash. It's 30 seconds of death followed by pure bliss. I love it. 

7. I dyed my hair for the first time last summer, and now I'm never going back. I hope my companions enjoy helping me dye it on my mission. #darkhairdontcare

8. I have freakish toes that can bend freakishly far. 

9. I have this weird obsession with tornadoes. And lightning. And astronomy. I can research it for hours. Watch videos of tornadoes and lightning flashes for hours. Look at the sky for hours. It's a problem, really. 

10. I love, love, LOVE. Peter Pan. (not the character, though I do love Peter. But that would be weird to have an obsession with just one fictional character. It's much more sane to have an obsession with the whole story.) 

11. My favorite animals are otters, horses, and...heyenas. Judge me. 

12. I am a HUGE cuddler. I don't think I was born with that personal bubble. I am waaay touchy-feely. Sometimes, I'll be standing talking to somebody and I'll just decided to grab their hand or hug them or lay my head on their shoulder (completely depends on how long I've known them, but I'll still hug just about anybody.) If you find me doing that to you, don't be creeped out. Or at least try not to be. 

13. I am extremely, and I mean EXTREMELY, ticklish. I don't think I have a non-ticklish bone in my body. I would try and keep this a secret, but most people figure it out pretty quickly so I figured I would just embrace it. Just know, should you choose to use this information against me, I am not responsible for any bodily injury inflicted upon you whilst you are engaged in the act of tickling me. You've been warned. 

14. My favorite time of day is dusk. 

15. I HATE THE COLD. Don't ask me how that can be since I grew up in Utah my whole life. Also don't ask me why then I decided to go to school at Utah State, where January is a tundra. I really don't know the answers to either of those. Yay for tropical climate of Uruguay! 

~just megsie

Sunday, May 12, 2013

long live.

This is about a week late, but I would be so ungrateful if I didn't talk about my time at Utah State.

Wednesday, May 1, I left Logan, Utah for a year and a half, and Wasatch Hall probably forever.

The last couple of weeks leading to the end of school, I couldn't wait to get out. I was missing home and sick of school and frankly, at the time, sick of people up there. Then, before I knew it, it was Finals Week, and I found myself not wanting to leave. Wednesday came, and the hours were ticking by too quickly. The boys I befriended ended on a good note by helping my dad and I take all of my stuff down to his truck. He let me go back upstairs to say my goodbyes, where I refused to cry, and didn't.

That is, not until I went back downstairs, got in the truck, and pulled away. The memories flooded my eyes like a waterfall, and I was hesitant to let them become just that: memories.

This year at college was a hard year for me, I won't deny that. But this year, I met the most amazing people. Some I met at work, some I met in my mission prep class, but most, I met at Wasatch Hall.

Wasatch Hall is the cheapest on-campus building at Utah State, and for a reason. It's about sixty years old, and one of only two buildings that hasn't been renovated yet. Oven doors fall off, there are bubbles and stains in the carpet, the building makes creepy sounds at night, and the fire alarm went off seven times first semester; twice within an hour one time. If you look at our parking lot, it is filled with crappy beater cars. But that made it so only the funnest people ended up in Wasatch Hall. Why? Because we didn't need to have money to have fun.

My first semester, I met my fantastic roommate and friend. She and I are so alike and I hope we meet up again after our missions. She will be an amazing missionary, whether it's as a full-time missionary or just in her life. I loved all of our soda/snapchat/pity/TLC/deep chat parties. If I was supposed to go to USU just to meet her, it was worth it.

Second semester was filled with a lot of those crazy, random adventures you dream of experiencing in college. Bonfires, beard-out basketball games, midnight trips to Walmart just for donuts, jumping into freezing cold First Dam at 12:00 at night, staying up until 6 a.m., ten minute dance parties, ALWAYS breaking quiet hours, Back to the Past Parties, awkward batchelorette episodes on Friday nights, Wingless Thursdays at Buffalo Wild Wings, breaking glass bottles on a mountain with a golf club at night, food fights, Wasatch monopolizing each and every SLC and on-campus event, and many, many hours driving around in my friend's pickup truck. I think those times were my favorite: where we didn't have anywhere to go, anywhere we needed to be, at any time...we just drove. Sometimes it started out with a destination in mind, until we'd end up getting lost, saying "screw it" and driving.

These are the memories I'll tell my kids about. These are the things that one day will only be stories to them. We'll have our husbands and our wives and our kids and careers. We'll work in an office or a hospital or a kitchen or a home. Maybe one of us will become some big name while the rest of us lead our seemingly ordinary lives in those offices or hospitals or kitchens or homes. But we'll know that we're not ordinary, if only for the extraordinary times we had when we were nineteen and scared and free and excited and brave and eager all at once, finding ourselves alongside some pretty extraordinary people. Sure, they'll just be stories to them. But we'll know they were real, and that they happened. And not to get all cliché here and quote Perks of Being A Wallflower, but in these moments, I could swear, we TRULY are infinite.

I don't want to forget being eighteen years old, feeling so wild and free and made of clay; letting the world mold me.

I'll forever be grateful to the family I made at Wasatch Hall (lovingly known by us as Wasketch.) I can't believe it's already been nine months since this ragamuffin band of misfit kids, mostly fresh out of high school, scared and eager for our first year on our own, moved into that sketchy crap hole with its creaking doors, breaking ovens, and sensitive fire alarms. We left that place a little more confident, a little more experienced, a LOT more grateful for our nice homes and food paid for by our parent, and most importantly, with a larger family and memories we didn't have before that will last a lifetime.

I love my Wasatch family. Every single one of them taught me something in some way without even knowing it. They all made me better and I'll forever be grateful to them for that.

Every single one of them would make fun of me for ding this, but I'm gonna go ahead and quote the good ol' T-Swizzle anyway:

Will you take a moment, promise me this 
That you'll stand by me forever, but if God forbid, fate should step in
And force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday. 
When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name
Tell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through
All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you 
I was singing long live, the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
I'm not afraid


Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
Long, long live that look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders
One day, we will be remembered. 

LONG LIVE WASATCH.

We are infinite.





















Monday, March 25, 2013

"meant to be" and other things.

Ever since we're little and learn the story of the princess and the frog, we learn that meant to be may surprise you so therefore you should give everyone a chance.

A popular quote that's been circulating around social media is one I mostly agree with that has to do with taking risks. However, in the list of going to unknown places, reading different books, and taking unexpected jobs, is the one I don't agree with: "date someone totally wrong for you."

I definitely do not agree with that one.

I guess I've just always believed that it's pointless to date someone you could never actually see yourself marrying--even in high school. Granted, I have dated guys who, looking back, I would never want to be married to. But that's because I was blind at the time of dating them and Heavenly Father was completely looking out for me. The belief has still always held true.

Which is why the situation that just recently happened to me, which is one I've been in before, is one I find so aggravating and one I feel the need to rant on.

At work on Saturday, a group of guys came in. They were all at least a few years older than me. They were all good at making conversation with me and I'll admit they were entertaining. Well, one in particular took interest to me. After going and sitting down with his buddies, he came back up to the counter and proceeded to completely hit on me. When he and his friends were leaving the restaurant that night, he stopped and asked if he could have my number and maybe take me on a date sometime. I said it's a possibility, making it VERY clear that I was going on a mission and therefore not too interested in dating, but gave him my number anyway.

I do admire this guy's boldness, I do. It took guts to do that in front of all of his friends AND in front of my cheeky/protective coworkers who were all standing guard around me. But here's the deal...this dude just wasn't my type. He was a cool guy to talk to, but just not a guy I'd ever have romantic feelings for, or even attraction towards. Two of the biggest turnoffs were that A. He wasn't in school and B. He hasn't gone on a mission; I'm not even sure if he's a member.

That night I came home and told some of the friends in my building. They were all excited for me, not quite understanding the fact that I was more stressed than excited. I tried to explain this to them, but the response was "you never know, meant to be may surprise you."

Okay, whatever. I ignored it and we moved on.

Then, last night the guy texted me. I had NO idea what to do. I didn't want to go on that date. Yes, I know, the simple thing to do is just tell him that (in a nice way of course), but no matter how nice I could have been about it, I still knew I was going to feel AWFUL, so I didn't know what to do. I sought help from people in my building--some of them the same ones-- and was greeted with the same response as before: "you just never know." That advice even turned somewhat into a lecture about being nonjudgemental. Only a couple of them were on my side. A couple more understood when I explained that he hadn't gone a mission and that that's an issue to me, but the majority continued to lecture. I finally got help from one of my friends. He said "do you ever see this working out ever?" When I replied "no" he said "then I think you need to be straight up with him now." This blessed friend even wrote the response to the text for me because he knows what's honest without sounding rude to a guy. It was a really kind answer and the guy responded that it was okay. I still felt really badly about it, but I knew that's how it needed to go. Still, some of the statements said to me that night--and things I've been told too many times--got to me: "There's never any harm in ONE date", "You shouldn't judge" and "you really never know" and "a lot of successful relationships come out of one person being a nonmember" and my personal favorite "just because you know what you want doesn't mean you know what God wants for you."

I'm going to address each of those.

I first want to clarify that I'm not angry or resentful toward the friends that said these statements. Like I said, these people are my friends and I wouldn't have told them about the situation in the first place if I didn't consider them so. However, this is not the first time I've been in a situation like these and it has definitely not been the first time I've been told these statements.

"There's never any harm in ONE date."
People who say this are kidding themselves and are just waiting to experience how wrong they are. I have experienced firsthand how very wrong that statement is. I have agreed to a date with a perfect stranger several times, either because I always have been a risk taker when it came to relationships and felt "you never fall in love while playing it safe", or simply because I didn't know how to say no without hurting his feelings. One of two things have come from that: I get too attached or they get too attached. Either way, it turns into a whirlwind relationship that ends with a crash where one or both of us gets hurt. The last time this happened--a scenario where I was the one that got seriously hurt from it--I resolved that I was going to be more careful with relationships. No, not in the whole Nicholas Sparks "I'm going to put walls up and never let anyone in" cliche kind of way, but just in the way that I need to know a guy to a certain degree before I agree to a date with him. No more accepting dates from strangers. I have taken too many shots in the dark that didn't work out. No more shots in the dark. I'll still take some risks, don't get me wrong, but the difference between a risk worth taking and one not worth taking is the line between being fearless and just being stupid.

"You shouldn't judge."
I am absolutely, positively, not judging this guy for having not gone on a mission. I wasn't judging his character because of it. My mind didn't automatically make the assumption that he is a horrible human being because he didn't go on a mission. I was never raised to be that way and I wouldn't be that way now. However, I'm sorry, but I think I have the right to be a little choosey with the people I date--even the ones I go on just one date with. Aren't we all being judges when it comes to those we choose to date/marry? Isn't that kind of how it's supposed to go: there's all of these contestants and you choose based on the one with the best qualities? A statement that followed this one was "You do realize Thomas S. Monson didn't go on a mission." Do you also think that he told his sons that made it okay for them not to go on one? That he didn't encourage his daughter to marry someone who did? Don't JUDGE me for being picky with whom I choose to date. I have definitely settled too many times over, and I am done settling. I am done saying yes on the off chance that he could completely transform and I could suddenly become insanely attracted to him and we fall in love and our story is turned into the next Disney movie. I understand that when I do fall in love there are going to be certain qualities that I may have said I wanted before in a guy that will end up not mattering once that love occurs. However, there are a couple that I am never, ever, compromising, and two of them are why I ended up saying no to this guy: he has to be going for a degree and he has to have gone on a mission. Yes, I'm aware that I may be eating my words one day. For now, this isn't something I'm bending on. It's also something has forced me to have to fight attraction I have toward a guy--even a guy I know right now--because I don't want to let myself fall into a trap and end up giving that up. It actually makes them judgmental of me to not accept that my wants in a person are different from theirs. We all have things about those we date or marry that are dealbreakers. Are you really going to judge me for mine simply because it's different from yours?

"You really never know."
Alright, I understand that these guys don't know me as well because they haven't known me as long as high school friends (which is why one of the friends that actually WAS on my side was in fact a girl who's known me since the seventh grade). But those who do know me know that attraction happens really fast for me. I can pin someone pretty much right away as somebody I could even see the slightest possibility of something happening with. I had a long enough conversation with this fellow to know he just was not my type. Not to say I have a specific type, but more that when I meet someone who is a not-type, I can tell. I tried my best to explain that if any of them had met this guy too they probably would have said "Yeah, I couldn't ever see you with him." But they didn't. My friends who are all one their missions who know my soul sometimes better than I do could tell from the stress in my eyes alone that this is not a guy for me. They also know how poisonous that "one single date" has been for me in the past and would probably tell me to stay away. Unfortunately, they're all gone. So here's what it comes down to: except for the Lord, no one knows me better than I know me. I honest-to-goodness, KNOW, that things would never work out with this guy. The response to that was "you cannot tell that from one conversation." I'm sorry, but, I can. In my experience with dating, first impressions are often the correct ones. I have ignored that feeling in my gut before and guess what always happens? Never good things. This isn't my first rodeo and I've learned that ignoring your instincts gets you knocked off the bull landing on your spine rather than staying on for the full seven seconds and landing on your feet when the buzzer goes off. I think I'll take the latter, thank you very much. So when my instinct tells me no, I'm going to go with no. Especially because that "instinct" is usually the Spirit. I'm definitely not going to ignore that.

"A lot of successful relationships come out of a member and a nonmember."
Of COURSE I know this. A very close member of my family is in that exact situation and it has been and is very successful so far. I know that in some cases things work out. But excuse me while I address the EXACT problem they say people have in the movie He's Just Not That Into You: people assume they're the exception to the rule which leads them to the assumption that it will work out with them simply because it worked out with so-and-so and so-and-so. You can't assume that. If that's the situation that comes my way and it feels right and okay to me then I'll roll with it. Otherwise, I'm not going to make that assumption. That's not called pessimism, that's called good sense. Sue me for having some.

"Just because you know what you want doesn't mean you know what God wants for you."
Again, how about you tell me something I don't know. Of course I don't know everything that is in God's plan for me. But you know what I am quite certain He wants for me? I'm sure He doesn't want me to settle. I am sure He doesn't want me to hurt somebody's feelings more in the long run just because I was too scared to say no in the first place. I know that the person I eventually marry could come very unexpectedly, but I also know that my Father wouldn't put a guy in my path who gives my gut the inclination of "someone is going to get hurt" and just expect me to ignore that feeling and go with it anyway because it MIGHT be what He wants for me. And I don't think it would be, because I don't think he'd have the person I'm supposed to end up with give me that unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don't mean to say that this guy who asked me out was secretly a serial killer and that's why I got my feeling, it was more just a bad feeling that it would not end well for one or both of us--yes, even from that one date. Like I said, I'm not going to ignore my instincts anymore.

That's why I disagree with the quote I started out with. Dating somebody totally wrong for me would end...well, totally wrong.

And no offense to Tiana or anything, but I'm not going to go kissing--or dating--a million frogs with the hope that one of them ends up being a prince.



Tuesday, March 19, 2013

annie.

Dear Sister Recksiek, 

You are hereby called to serve as a missionary for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Baton Rouge Lousiana Mission. 

Annie and I met when we were ten and eleven. Well, technically we met when we were at William Penn but we weren't really friends so we vaguely remember that part. We met in a ballet class at CBT. And, we absolutely loathed each other. 

No joke. We're both excellent actresses though, because the other person never knew we hated them. It wasn't until we were best friends that we discovered the depth of our hatred. Oh, eleven-year-olds. 

Then in the 7th grade, we attempted to "kidnap" our friend Sayri the day she got back from Europe. She'd been gone for a few weeks and we thought it'd be fun to surprise her and take her to a movie. We sent her "scary" emails threatening her that she would soon be kidnapped, that there is an Amber alert out for her, and everything. 

Of course, the emails say where they came from so it's not like that worked out. Oh, seventh graders.... 

But that was the first time we really considered ourselves friends. And we stayed that way through junior high, though still not super close because we went to different junior highs so the only time we saw each other was a couple times a week in dance class. 

Then high school came, and Annie sort of jumped groups to my junior high friend group. Somehow, neither of us know how or when it really happened, we became inseparable. 

We were basically an extension of each other. We were often associated with one another and people saw us as us and not as Megan and Annie. We were--are-- SO. WEIRD. Seriously, we often jokingly ask each other "how do we even have friends?" And then the other will say "please, like we have friends." Either that, or we go "why aren't we more popular?! We're HILARIOUS." 

Yeah, that's kind of just how we roll. 

If you know me or have read things on my blog then you know what an absolute loon I am. The best friend of me would have to be AT LEAST equal to that, if not more. So see, you understand what a psychotic pair we make. 

As crazy and loud and obnoxious and exuberant as we are most of the time, though, we still have our times of deep emotion. Our late night deep chats, either in person, or, as the case has been in college, over the phone. We understand each other in a way no one else does. She knows things about me and my life and how I've felt about certain things that no one, except for our Father in Heaven, knows. We are two people than can be pretty hard to keep up with sometimes, and I think Heavenly Father knew we would both need somebody by our side through high school who actually could keep up with us. I am fickle and emotional and impulsive, and sometimes people have just given up on me because I can be quite the handful. But Annie never has. She has been patient and sympathetic and understanding. Even though I know how much I have absolutely driven her NUTS sometimes (and vice versa!), she ignores it and continues to be my friend. She accepts me for exactly who I am and has never asked me to change. She has also remained absolutely true to herself. She's such an example to me of that. 

The night she called me while I was at work to read me her mission call, I was overjoyed for her. Then, I said "wait....when do you leave?" "March 20." 

We had five months left. We'd been practically inseparable for three years, and we had five months left. 

My coworkers definitely judged me when I started crying. "Megan, you cry?!" Thanks, guys. 

This last Sunday was the day I'd been dreading. It was the day I would say goodbye to Annie in person. We laughed and joked as we ate at her house after her farewell, all the while ignoring the inevitable. As all of our friends were leaving and I along with them, I looked at her and said "I have to go...." She saw my eyes get moist and said "Don't you dare cry. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't." 

And of course I did, and she did, and we just stood there hugging and crying for a good five minutes while onlookers stood there awkwardly watching. It's definitely in my top five list of hardest goodbyes, along with goodbyes to Kenz, Barb, and Grandpa. I just don't know what I am going to do without being able to call or text her on a whim, whether it be because of a bad day or to talk about the craziness of Vampire Diaries or Pretty Little Liars (if any of you watch either of those shows, please tell me. I need a tv buddy while she's gone. surriously.) 

But the goodbye came, and she reports to the MTC tomorrow. I can't believe it's already here. 

But she is going to be an AMAZING missionary. Louisiana is lucky to have her. Plus, I gotta say, I'm pretty darn stoked to hear her new accent when she comes home. ;) 

I am going to miss my partner in crime but I know she is exactly where she needs to be! I am so proud of her for her decision to serve and cannot wait until I am in the field with her! Our reunion will be epic and will include, I'm sure, a trip to Wendy's and Paradise and Noodles & Co. Since we're kind of just a little obsessed. 

To anyone who has ever had to endure a dance class, school class (especially AP Lit senior year... we were just out of control in that one), performance, confined on a bus with us, or ever had to be in the same room--especially during one of our hyper hours, I sincerely apologize. 

Enjoy the quiet for a couple years, because you know when we see each other again it's just going to be worse. 

See ya later, Sister Recksiek! Go forth and conquer; I'll see you in two! 

~Meggie