two things on this fine day of celebrating green

one,

i heart all things green.
there, i have said it.

i am scottish even.
went to the highland games and everything,
but i love march
and wear green every day to celebrate my love for it.

[2]
i would also like to speak of my boldness to
venture forth in the style world...

this weekend i shopped with my sister
and did something i thought i would never do:
i bought some leggings

now before you get all crazytown on me,
let me explain:

i hated leggings.
i hated that they come from the eighties,
i hated that i secretly love them but
never thought they would be cute on such a body as my own...
(those skinny chicks always seem to pull off that crap)

yesterday,
i put them on with a cute little black-n-white dress
and some serious fun flats,
walked out of the door with a tinge of nervousness
[like the day i ran our of the house in capris and bobbed hair for the first time
on the last day of 8th grade.]

[side note: i should explain that i remain conflicted
about most legging-use. many are guilty of misuse,
especially if they are metallic or something...]

my employees validated me,
and i wished my more style-prone friends
(e.g. linz, rose, calli...) could have seen it...

all the while, i feared husband's reaction...
i have practically preached the legging negligence at our house.

i am proud to report:
he loved them.

welcome, meg.
glad to have you back in the
"who-the-hell-cares-what-you-wear" world.


and happy st. patty's to ya'all

i will be wearing green and taking my green cupcakes to school.
i feel like it's my birthday.
no, it's better.

go green

easter. brought to you by the color:
green.

39.5?... 39.5...

and by the way babe,
3 hours of church/teaching 7 year olds/
nappin/eating 2 easter feasts...

is pretty much the best with you here...

oh- we are still collecting addresses...
if you want in on the partay that's going down on may 23rd,
and you don't think i've got you, email me!
meg.moffat@gmail.com

...friends with benefits...

my cute friend, angie,
who is designing the dress [for real], sent me this:

and my other cute friend, rose, sent me this: (like a month ago... shh...)

i have people.
they know my style....

keep it positive...

My brother says that sometimes blogs are a mis-representation of how our lives are because we only dwell on the positive things. i am sometimes a negative person, but it is just hard to be this week!

i guess i am just grateful at the moment— maybe its because of:

Easter
green + pink= awesome














sugar cookies/experimenting with baking goods
matching dresses on little girls
the Savior
the atonement
music
inspiring words
bishops
crepes (pink & green)
cute roommates
sam's club
pita chips
wedges of cheese
moms
hulu.com
lil singing asians
singing americans
shows about pee...;)
great friends
blessings
prayer
the sun

the sun, i have decided, is like a big brother. a big, older brother. like the ones that know you are 7 and ask, "how old are you?" i am 7, "oh, well you have to be 8 to play..." that kind of brother.

after a few months of dark and cold and snowy ickyness that is everything that AZ isn't, the sun decides to pay a visit. usually he only stays a while as a teaser... then it snows a bit more like he's laughing at the little toy carrot he just dangled... and then after his mother makes him because of the official season change, he just stays.

in utah, i am never happier than when that day finally comes. i can distinctly remember the day last year that i felt like i could lay out on the grass in my flowy white skirt and just take in the vitamin D and listen to "Then I did" (Rascal Flatts) on my green ipod. this year i think that day was yesterday. i was listening to something peaceful like "Magic" by Colbie Caillat maybe and feeling the afternoon cook me at an almost unnoticeable rate. i thought about easter and how the sun eventually comes back out and touches everything. happy things.

speaking of happy things:


this thursday is Urinetown. a show i directed... yeah, its kind of a big deal. did i just recast my narrator a week ago? yes. am i stressed? no. are the parentals and brothers coming because they rock? uh, yeah. and rock, it shall.

Kermit would know...

...it's not easy being green.

i am hardcore- i know.

and yes, we made green eggs and ham. maybe amphibians sing of the sadness of their color. i embrace it.

...yes, that is Mitchell Flynn and i sporting tats and garters... deal.

cue the Charlie Brown pity music...

sometimes being single is purely pathetic...

like having to take yourself out on a hot date—and enjoying it...for the most part.

last night i went to see "Berlin" the musical put on by BYU at the LDS Motion Picture Studio. i have to say i was impressed. naturally, i will review the details of my adoration for said entertainment on the other blog, but this is beside the point.

i wore these hot green shoes, (as i have been wearing green all week to prepare), and a green shirt to match. and i am on my 2nd or third day of straight hair, which for me—makes it great.

problem: getting dressed up and seeing a show by myself is in a lot of ways very fulfilling. i can cry all i want and no one will say anything about it. i can fall in love with the male lead (which happens more than i care to admit) and not feel guilty for swooning.

i have to say though, there is nothing more lonely than coming out of a great show, that i wasn't in, and (after giving my love to 1/2 the cast that i know and love) i just leave. i can't even talk about it really. i can't sit with my show-going lover that also enjoyed the experience and say, "yeah- and like how they did this... so cool huh!" and there is something about the "all dressed up with nowhere to go" syndrome. i feel that is a real condition of quasi-depression.

the next hour of my date therefore consisted of driving around and singing in my car because i just didn't want to go home. 1/2 of my apartment is in San Fran this weekend visiting cute married people and taking great pictures anyway, and i already blew through most of the Office... so i drove around and listened to some songs that made me think of the places here and the memories i have attached to them. it is wierd that i have been here for 3 years when i look back.

finally, i caught up with some friends and filled my night with some laughing and snacking and Arrested Development... and felt a little better.

as a side note: i thought guys liked it when you were straightforward with them. i could have sworn that being honest was the way to go. so why then should i feel bad when i admit i am not interested? should i be punished for that? example: 'i would rather not go do that, but can we do lunch?' No. i don't want to ever talk to you again...ever! uh.... ok?

so maybe i feel lonely because i sometimes feel that i am trapped in a sandbox with kids who don't play nice!

I know I know... you are dying to know...

I am green.

For the record, Rascal Flatts are A-freakin-MAZING in concert!

I am sold on the concert thing now. Oh- and I plan on breaking up a marriage or two... Joe Don here I come!

I have never felt more like a 13-year-old: screaming and salivating and bouncing up and down. It was quite the rush. I also kept watchin Kelly Pickler who opened for them (Previous North Carolinian American Idol chick) who wasn't all that bad. She was quite fun to watch actually. I just listened to her and thought, I could do that. Why don't I have her job? How fun would it be to just get to do what you absolutely love the more than anything and get paid for it? In that case, can I have her job, Diablo Cody's, Sutton Foster's... Jennifer Hudson's...

Man, if you write music— call me. That's all I have to say about that. I am ready to do this biz. I just sat there and watched as young Kelly tried to be a pop star. She wanted to look and act just like one, sound just like one. The best part of her show was when she talked in between the songs and you could get a sense of her adorably naive southern girl side and you couldn't help but fall in love with her. I'm not saying she is not talented or a decent performer, all I am saying is I don't want to have to go through Simon to rock to my own beat... and that's all I want to do: rock out. I would love nothing more than to have a stage, awesome lighting, wicked band, and just rock out to great music that tells you who I am. Is that so much to ask? Guess dreams are for rookies. Lucky blond chicks who never worked a day in your life though... here- you can have this life on this silver-lined platter that is just waiting for you in your chariot, I saved it for you.

But anyway- I'm not bitter. The concert was fantastical. The live-ness is key I think. Having them there in person, (the point of the concert I assume) with all of the sounds and lights and fun things they say as they go... I mention lights because that day I set the lights for my show and with the help of a designer friend I hafta say: they are quite awesome. (Maddi I dearly hope you are tracking the use of awesome here.)

I think it was the best first concert to go to. I say this knowing that you are laughing at that. How could I say that with only one under my belt? Well, because. They thanked me for being there, Joe did, and Jay did, and then Gary did... they were all so grateful of the blessing it is to do what they love and they recognized their fans as their dream realized. (ooh.. that sounds cheesy and trite, but I swear it was tasteful.) They are good married guys, who have followed a dream and done what they wanted to do... I respect that... and quite frankly, envy that.

See... I am green.

Thanks March already for the good times, and the put-you-in-your-placeness that I need to remind me where I go.

Calm down Steph, awesome pictures will come as soon as I get them...

wanna hear a secret?

something that i love that is green:

my green ipod.



















what am i listening to right now on that little device-o-lerv?

these guys.
















why? oh cause maybe I am marking something off of my new year's goal list on Friday!!!

thank you meghan (former awesome roommate) for thinking of me while being a part of the fan club. honestly, i think i have never been to a concert only because i always felt that i didn't know the group well enough to go and be with those that were... like i would be pretending to be one of the fans, when really i was a "yeah, i guess i kinda like em" fan. well i will admit—i happen to be a HUGE fan!!! i will let you know how this "first" goes.

the countdown is on...

I'm so happy to be stuck with you...

yes... every one of you...

and yes, even you "baby mac" (Makenna 1 month, 22 days). thanks for letting me come and play with you and your cute family... which happens to be my family!

foto by meg

again, i am reminded of the blessing it is to be here and to have the family that i do. the RPMJRs have upped the ante one...and it will not be the last!

i would also like to say
happy month of green
—stay tuned for the great things that i plan on doing to celebrate march (the best color-represented month) of the year. st. patty's is NBD, but the green is... and oh you just wait for it... the partay will ensue...