Step one to dealing with a smart phone when you have ADHD: Turn your notifications off.
“I like him!” Paul Ryan says smiling while submerging himself in a tank of bleach.
Um, Loretta Lynch for president, PLEASE!
These pups can bring world peace.
What is the most watched television show in New Mexico? Have you ever heard of it?
Instead of stopping our use of fossil fuels, let's give cows oregano to combat global warming.
For-Profit schools are watching this closely (unless they're swimming in a pool of money).
Police are on the lookout for a man who may be connected to a double homicide that happened on Tuesday.
The horrible nitwit George Zimmerman tried to auction off the gun he used to murder Trayvon Martin.
Another white actor gets a role playing an Asian character.
Let's hope you're not 110% pure rage like me (just kidding, I got 39%).
Bernie Sanders is psychic? No, he's just logical, you nitwit.
Wanna go on a trip to the Pussy Vortex with rapper Dio Ganhdih?
Hillary Clinton talks about her “greatest regret” again.
Gwyneth Paltrow (and Beyonce, sources say) learned choreography from one of the toughest teachers of this century.
One local school is looking to change it's name.
NASA talks about the loneliest lil' planet that ever was.
Off to space we go! Again! Hopefully we won't crash this time!
Not only will the 20 dollar bill be updated, but the five and 10, too! Wow!
And the world lost a true talent last night, Prince.
Last Friday, I had just arrived at work and my supervisor Ty told me to follow him to “a thing” (he was very specific). I grabbed my water bottle and went with him. I thought maybe a meeting was happening and I just didn't see the email, but we went to the lobby and there was a photographer there. Then they started talking about beer and I got excited—free beer is my favorite kind (unless it's not craft, then keep your dirt juice away from me)!
Fate had other plans. Instead I was going to be interviewed with Ty about new breweries in town which meant no free beer. We went outside and stood in front of the office and as the photographer set up, I noticed a chill in the wind and remembered the one other time I've knowingly been on the news 12 years prior.
I was ten, my Mom brought me to a community gathering. It was about a sex offender that was moving to a place near our home. It was intense but I didn't listen to any of it. I likely sat on her lap the entire time wishing I was home. I was uncomfortable being in a school after hours and the place was packed. I didn't understand why we were there. There wasn't anything more to learn about the man or the situation that hadn’t been reported on television. I knew the guy was bad, but it's not like anyone could stop him from moving there.
After the meeting, when everyone was eating snacks, my Mom was interviewed by a local news station. Since I was with her—she was my ride, after all—I stayed by her side during. I remember at the end of her interview, the reporter asked me a couple questions not pertaining to the event (in retrospect, maybe it did a little) like where I went to school and what I liked to learn about. I think he poked my belly but maybe I'm imagining that. I've never really enjoyed being the center of attention unless I’m making a joke (or I’m waiting for a bartender).
The following day at school I remember kids (popular kids!) telling me they saw me on the news and that I looked good, all of which was foreign to 10-year-old Megan. I was on cloud nine. I felt famous. During the interview with Ty, I couldn't tell if I was in the shot so I slowly tried to edge my way out of it. I didn't say anything till the cameraman/reporter said I had been quiet and asked if I had anything to add. I did have a few words, and they misquoted me in the write-up. No one talked to me about it afterwards, but that's fine, because you're reading about it now and that's all the fame I need.