This is all about me.

I've had a thrilling, thriving, and thoroughly enjoyable life for the past 23 years.

I grew up in a happy home, surrounded by lots of love.
I rode a trolley in San Fransisco without my pants on once because I was a really naughty little girl.
I got the social butterfly award in 3rd grade.
I started playing the cello and never stopped.
I only got a couple of home school communications (yellow slips?) in elementary school.
I was in "Advanced Drama" in 8th grade.  (Drama queen since birth.)
I waited to kiss a boy until I was past the age of 16 (and then it all went downhill from there, bahahaha)
I went to see a Broadway play with my parents, instead of going to my senior prom.
I got a music scholarship to EAC.
I worked as a riverguide in Moab, and I wasn't super good at it, but I was great at camping, making up stories, and getting really funny tan lines.
I went to Mozambique and convinced 22 kids to march behind me chanting "Viva Megan" through their rural village.
I played with baby lions in South Africa. 
I dated lots of boys.  And once when I was dating 5 or 6 boys at once (it was just a stage!) I happened to meet one cute boy who made me never want to date anyone else again....
I had a skinny dipping club in Thatcher.  (Don't worry Mom, only girls were allowed.)
I got married to the man of my dreams when I was 21, even though I was voted "Most likely to marry in her first semester of college" in Seminary the year I graduated.  HA!  You guys got punk'd by me!
I waded in the Reflection Pool in D.C. on my honeymoon and ate a giant cone of Tom&Jerry's Half Baked ice cream for my 21st birthday.
I got called "classy" by a mean Provo boy once, and it inspired years of "classy" and "suck it" jokes.
I stayed in my first hostel in Barcelona, ate veal (and cried about it) in Southern France, sat on the floor of the Louvre in Paris, and had real British fish & chips with my British Aunties in London for my first anniversary/22nd birthday celebration!
I lived in Egypt.  For 3 months.  I rode a camel at the pyramids, I touched the Nile, I took illegal pictures in the Valley of the Kings, I snorkled in deep, amazingly clear water, I swam in the Red Sea 4 times, I hiked Mt. Sinai, I explored every corner of Cairo, and I pretty much just had the time of my life with my boyfriend/built in best friend.

And now, I'm going to London (again.) and we are going to see Les Miserables for my birthday and take the Beatles walking tour and I'm going to kiss Big Ben, and hopefully sing some London inspired songs and have a marvelous time before we return back to grown up life in the real grown up world.

I love my life and my adventures and I love my Mom.  Thanks for giving birth to me 23 years ago, Momilla!!!  You are momtastic in every single way, I owe my free spirit and my sassy-ness and my gypsy blood all to you. 
..................No, really.
None of this life could have happened without your love and encouragement and support!

Consider this the end of my boasting (that was for you, Millie) blustering, snotty, big headed, hoitty-toitty obnoxious, border line annoying, blog post.  I am just high on life.
Can't wait to see what the next 23 years bring!  Or even the next year, I feel like 23 is an age that will change my life forever.  I feel really good about it.

CHEERS TO ME!
Megara, the goofy, crazy, braggy birthday girl.

... was that too much?  That was definitely too much.  It's 340 in the morning, I think I'm going to regret this post when I wake up.
Eh.