Last Supper Translation

I came across this video and thought it was VERY interesting of the events of the last supper and how they translate. Enjoy...

Drive-In Experience

Not sure if many of you people from North Carolina are familiar with the drive-in theater in Albermarle, but last weekend we decided we'd go check it out. I've never been to a drive-in and I was REALLY excited to try this new experience out. My boyfriend and I, along with our good friend Kristyn and her date, drove the hour to Albermarle from Asheboro for dinner and a movie on the big screen.

Now for those of you too young to know what a drive-in is (and I must confess, I'm probably in that age category), it's basically a huge outdoor screen with a projector and you watch the movie from your car. This place had two screens, and depending on which movie you wanted to see, you parked your car towards screen A or screen B and tuned your radio station t0 the matching station. Once it got dark the movies started. The cost was $6 per person, and seeings how you got to see two movies, that's not bad at all! The movie I wanted to see, Mirror Mirror, was the second movie playing, so we had to sit through The Lorax in order to see the other. I'm glad we did, I throughly enjoyed The Lorax. It was soo stinking cute! Mirror Mirror on the other hand wasn't so great. And it very well could have been due to the fact that we were all really tired and not in the mood to sit through another movie... in fact, Travis actually fell asleep and started snoring. LOUDLY.

Overall however, we had a great time. Next time we decide to go back we learned a few things:

1. Go when it's warm enough to sit outside and bring chairs.

2. Make sure everyone is well rested and doesn't have to work the next morning or,

3. Make sure the movie you really want to see is the first movie playing.

Valley of the Lilies

If you would have asked me four months ago if I wanted to partake in a 5K, I probably would have laughed in your face. That was four months ago. Since then things have changed quite a bit. I've been running every week, at least twice a week. I try and run five times a week, but lets be serious, sometimes that doesn't happen when you work two jobs and go to school full time. Nevertheless, when I started running I could barely run a whole .5 miles straight. But as with most things, the more you practice at it, the better you become.

Last weekend, my buddy Matt and I, had entered the Valley of the Lilies Half Marathon/5K. The plan was for Matt and I to both do the 5K, but he decided he wanted to be an overachiever and run the 13.1 miles in the half marathon. That's cool, if you're in to over exerting your body and stuff, whatever.

The half marathon runners started 15 minutes before the 5K-ers, their course was our course, doubled, and then added another long loop around town. I felt that I did pretty well for my first 5K. I finished 57th our of 103 in 34.1 minutes. However, as I was SLOWLY going up one of the hills on my course, this guy comes booking it past me making me feel worthless. Come to find out, he was a half marathoner and finished his race in one hour and 15 minutes averaging a 5.7 minute mile. CRAZY! Matt did pretty well also. He finished 48 out of 200 in 1 hour and 48 minutes.

Early morning excitement

Crossing the finishing line

After race excitement

Funny/Ironic little side story: On the way to pick up our packets Friday afternoon before the race, I was walking through grass with sandals on and must have stepped on a bee or something. Check out the gnarly after effects on the the bottom of my foot. As much as I'd like to contribute this to my slower pace, I can't say that it affected my running in anyway on race day. It did itch like crazy for a few days.

Did that really just happen?!

So funny story..

Tonight at the gym (after giving my legs a GREAT workout I must add), I'm talking to my trainer as this woman walks into the gym. I noticed her because she's abnormally tan, wearing a bright pink shirt, and heels that she can barely walk in. She heads to the locker room. After finishing up my chat, I head into the locker room to grab my bag and head home. Little did I know what I was about to encounter....

I go in and my bag is on the counter, which happened to be right beside where this woman had put her things. No big deal, I grab my stuff and start to head towards the door when this woman starts to converse with me. Since she seems friendly enough, I stay and we make small talk about eye contacts, pollen, and gym hours. During this conversation she starts to take off her shirt. No biggie, it's no uncommon to walk in the dressing room to find older women in their underwear. Well it wasn't a big deal, until she proceeded to take off her bra too! So while she's standing there without a shirt or bra on, completely topless, I'm trying to look away, at my phone, in her eyes, just somewhere other than her exposed chest. Meanwhile she's just carrying on a conversation like nothings wrong. So finally she gets her bra on and I think I'm in the clear. WRONG AGAIN! Then she proceeds to take off her pants, to which she has on no underwear! GROSS. EWWW GROSS! Again, trying to avert my eyes to anywhere but her, while she's just yaking away. At this point I'm trying to wrap up the conversation, but if you've ever talked to that one certain person who just won't shut up and won't let you get a word in edgewise, well you know how hard it is to get away. I spent a painful good ten awkward minutes in the dressing room with a naked women conversing over the most random things... that was my night tonight.

Super-Star...

at least that's what I'd like to think of myself as. However, I'm just an overly recognized Biscuitville employee.

Today at the gym, this guy comes up to me and says, "Hey, aren't you Megan from Biscuitville?" Ding ding ding! We have a winner folks! I think to myself.

Sadly, I can't say this is the first time this has happened to me.

One night out at the Flying Pig, I walked in only to hear, "Hey, it's the Biscuitville girl!"

And another instance at the movie theather: "Aren't you the girl from Biscuitville?"

I informed this guy that I did indeed have a name and it was Megan.

Funny how we're remember, huh? Hopefully soon I won't be remembered as The Biscuitville girl, but rather The Radiation Therapy girl :)

This doesn't happen often, but here's what I caught a glimpse of the other day....

A Double Rainbow!

Gods Promise to us :)

Winter Wonderland and Answered Prayers

So there's two parts to this story. And seeings how I never have time for anything these days and haven't gotten on my computer in a few weeks, you should know that this story is worth telling.

So here's part one: Winter Wonderlands and all its glory.

Sunday night, even though it was t-shirt and shorts weather on Friday, it sleeted and snowed. Go figure. Big beautiful snow that had me thinking I'd get a day out of clinic. Woo Hoo! However, come Monday morning to my dismay, the roads were relatively clear so, not wanting to have to make up anytime on a Friday, I scraped the snow off my windshield (and I really should give my twin credit for the scraping of the snow off my windshield) and headed on my way. I figured once I got out of my neighborhood, the highways would be clear for sure. So on my way to Pinehurst, I get on the other side of Seagrove and there's no snow on the ground what so ever and I figure I'm finally out of the beautiful winter wonderland. WRONG.

Crossing a bridge a MILE from my exit, I see a truck in the middle of the median and think to myself "What are they doing in the median?" Well sure enough, I had to find out for myself. As soon as I had crossed the bridge I hit a patch of black ice and just went spinning into the median. I came to a stop thanks to the trailer that the truck was hauling. Car TOTALED. What made this spin-out so terrible was the fact that not only did I spin around multiple times, but I spun out on top of a bunch of metal things that had been lost off of their trailer. After I had crawled out through the back seat, no sooner had I gotten a grip on what was going on, but then a truck that was hauling an enclosed trailer with two Harley Davidson motorcycles inside, came along and also hit the ice. They lost control and their trailer came undone and flipped over. Luckily they had enough time to get their truck turned around and pulled over on the right hand side of the road. Needless to say, that tiny patch of ice caused a lot of damage in a matter of minutes.

Now looking at these pictures, you may be wondering what type of injuries I have. And honestly, by looking at the picture above, I'm trying to figure out how I still have my head attached. But nonetheless, all I have to show for this accident is a small cut on my thumb and a sore neck. Which leads me to part two of this story...

Part Two: Answered Prayers

Last week I went to church with my grandparents. I can't even tell you how many different women came up to me that night and said, "You must be Megan. We pray for you ever week. Your grandmother requests safe travels for you each week." I just thanked them all at the time and tried to shy away from any awkward conversations. After the accident I tried to figure out, If everyone prays for safe travels for me each week, why'd this happen?! It then dawned on me! DUH! I'm still alive!...With a head attached to my body and only a scratch on my thumb. My car may be totaled, and as much as that may suck, I was overdue for a new vehicle anyways. Nobody was injured, just material possessions. And really, what are possessions worth anyways? They're just things that can be replaced. So really, God had a major part in my accident. He allowed me to live through it, and I can honestly say that all those prayer requests for safe travels were answered and I praise God for that. Now if I could get everyone to pray that a car comes into my possession....