My Story, Morning Glory

My name is Meghan, but my good friends call me Megs and if you’re gonna be reading my dribble I consider you a friend. Unless you write mean comments, then you’re a  frenemy and I’ll be the Sue Sylvester to your Will Schuster.

I started blogging as a homeage to being a trainwreck. People loved that. Then I turned 30 and it turns out I traded the tequila poppers for jalapeno ones with sour cream. A closeted foodie come to terms with her love of recipe voyeurism, who is now willing to share it with the world.

Lets see if people love that. If not, I’ll go back to trainwrecking as long as it’s before 9pm on a school night.

I live about 3 hrs north of Vancouver, in a city big enough to have 4 Starbucks on my block, but not so big that I don’t run into ex boyfriends at inconvienent times. I have a cat named Tinkerbell,and yes I love her more than some people. The newest editions to my play are the boyfriend ‘The Masseuse’ and his daughter, Z. I have my own (rented) shack, so if you ever come to visit we can make forts in the living room.

I’m a career girl, and a homebody, a wannabe writer, and an air guitar bad ass.  I tweet too much, sleep too little, am lazy by default and will purr when eating sushi. I love cold beer, warm company and a hot bath. Coffee is my addiction, and cuddling is my achilles heel. I have a razor sharp tongue ripe with opinions, but eyes that tear easily as well. Really this is the place where I’m just trying to figure it all out, one post at a time.

Feel free to email me at piratemeghan(at)hotmail.com