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I have been asked a few times about baby’s last name already.  I have deja vu where I think I have written about this before (not baby, obviously) but don’t remember, and am not scrolling through archives.

So, as to why I didn’t change my last name when I got married.

  1. I never wanted to.  Before I got married, when I dated others, I always said, I’m not changing my last name.
  2. I like my last name.
  3. Why change it?  Why do we HAVE to have the same last name?  Who gives a flipper?
  4. I don’t follow the crowds.  I don’t do something just because EVERY ONE ELSE DOES IT.

To throw this out there, it is offensive when I get mail, or we get mail that says Mr. & Mrs. Ian Scott, or Mrs. Scott.  That is not my name, nor am I Mrs. Ian Scott.

Our child(ren) will have Ian’s last name.  I could care less that we don’t share a last name.  How will I mail stuff from the 3 of us, probably Ian, Megan & Baby (whatever his/her name is).  Bah humbug, we’re not sharing baby’s name with anyone until he/she arrives either.

And, I may name the child my last name as 1 of 2 middle names, because my brother may never reproduce.

*I hope to raise a son or daughter that thinks for themselves, that asks questions, that follows the beat of their own drummer, that respect people’s differences, and is kind to everyone. (regardless of last name designation/choice) 🙂



A beautiful life

I want to remember the calmness, joy, peace, and happiness in my heart this morning.

I woke up to (or never fully went to sleep), from a dog barking outside ALL NIGHT LONG.  ALL NIGHT, ALL MORNING.  And then really woke up at 6:32 to a page (work), threw up, got up, etc.  Threw my dogs some donut scraps, and cereal scraps, because I actually don’t like this kind of cereal.  Got ready for work (this really isn’t an exciting story), chatted with Ian a bit…listened to him butcher both gender baby’s middle names (on purpose or not, I don’t know).  Dry heaved a little bit more, and went to work.

But, when I walked out of those house, I was overcome with this is a good day, a great day.  I am so thankful for this man I married that brings me cereal at 5, 6, or 7am, cleans my barf bowl, or whatever surface I vomited on.  Made me a pb&j today, puts together a dresser for us, cleans up my never ending piles of stuff that I can’t clean up myself, because I can’t stand for that long.  

Moral of this story, is that we are so grateful, and so excited to meet this little son/daughter in (on Friday) 29 weeks-ish, obviously.  I am so overwhelmed with everything good in my life.


Is 3 months away.  And I have decided that I’ll be receiving/purchasing/whatever you care to call it a new pair of brown boots for the occasion.  

Yes, I ‘invested’ in those darn Frye boots for my 25th, but they really are too masculine for my taste.  And I have large calves, so by the day’s end, my right calve is scabbed.  

And, yes, I have my trusty low Born boots, that I love, and still wear, but obviously for turning 27, I must have a new pair.  The Born boots are looking a tad shabby, they are 4 years old, and boot season is 6+ months long here folks.

Brown leathers, I’m scouring for you already loves, and mama can’t wait to caress you, polish you, and wear you til death parts us.  


How many times have we all seen Chick-fil-A posts in the last 2 weeks?  I see multiple every single day.  I’m at Chick-fil-A, I’m not, etc. etc.  I had A LOT of facebook friends yesterday at Chick-fil-A, and I wonder if they know, or read anything about the story, other than the original story.  I have a gay friend from college who frequently posts articles about all kinds of topics, companies & issues.  I feel like I should have a M.A. in Sociology at this point, really.  Anwho, the big things ‘behind the story’ that got to my brain & heart are:

1) Why did the CEO have to state his stance on gay marriage publicly?  Shouldn’t we keep that shit private?  I essentially refuse to discuss politics with Ian.  I love to learn, but will have conversations with people that I know are not aggressive with their stance.  Nobody essentially.

2) Chick-fil-A actively supports anti-gay groups, even HATE GROUPS:

Chick-Fil-A, the Atlanta-based fast food chicken restaurant that specializes in Christianity, has used its more than 1600 outlets to fuel its zest for stopping same-sex marriage, spending $5 million between 2003 and 2010 on anti-gay organizations and hate groups, including $2 million in 2010 alone.

The company, which was founded in 1946, and uses the tagline ”Eat mor chikin” in its advertising, “donated over $3 million to organizations like the Family Research Council and Exodus International between 2003 and 2009. And in 2010 alone, Chick-fil-A donated over $1.9 million to anti-gay causes, more than any other year for which public records are available,” according to a report released today by Equality Matters, a part of Media Matters. The report details the organizations Chick-Fil-A has supported, and notes:

The WinShape Foundation is Chick-fil-A’s charitable arm, created by Chick-fil-A founder and chairman S. Truett Cathy in 1984. WinShape has received a substantial amount of funding from Chick-fil-A: in 2010 alone, WinShape received $8,067,161 from Chick-fil-A Inc.

Some of the other anti-gay organizations and hate groups Chick-Fil-A’s money has supported include Marriage & Family Foundation, Fellowship Of Christian Athletes, and the Georgia Family Council. The Family Research Council (FRC), mentioned above, is a certified anti-gay hate group.

3) I am far from perfect…but how can someone claim Christ, and support hate groups?  The God I know LOVES sinners.  He died for sinners.  We are all sinners.

4) This is a fantastic article .  Since July 20th, the following hate crimes have taken place:  a lesbian in Nebraska was carved with a knife, a gay man in Oklahoma was firebombed, and a girl in Kentucky was kicked and beaten — her jaw broken and her teeth knocked out — while her assailants allegedly hurled anti-gay slurs at her.  These are someone’s son/daughter/sister/friend/neighbor.  These are PEOPLE.

If I ever had a child with a disability, autism, gay, or a kid that is different in any way from the norm, I wouldn’t want their difference(s) to be AMPLIFIED everywhere I go.  I’d want my kid to fit in, to be treated fairly, with respect and dignity.  And I think in this situation, ‘Christians’ have again separated themselves from a huge group, and listed themselves as ‘holier than thou.’

For me, I will never go to Chick-fil-A because 1) I NEVER eat fast food, but 2) I love people.  I love knowing people’s hearts, and having relationships with people, people that are different than myself!  We’re not all going to be the same (how boring), we’re not all going to share the same beliefs (health care debate!), so shut your mouth and move on!

Don’t you hate it when:

You buy a new deodorant, and things don’t work out (i.e. you have b.o.), and then you realize, you are going to reak until you go back to target to buy your original deodorant?  

Let’s just say, I haven’t smelled great for the past week-ish.

Then you go to target, pay for your stuff, leave, get home, and realize, I’m missing a WHOLE BAG OF STUFF.  I’M GOING TO RIP SOMEONE’S FACE OFF, because that dummy cashier was telling me about his taco stand, and asking me what time I wake up in the mornings.  GRRRR.

So I’ve been to Target twice today, Maggiano’s once to get a double sized lunch for $5 more.  Baked ziti anyone, because I have 2 containers of it!

Happy Birthday Kimberly Jo!

1/2 way marker

6 months until Christmas, essentially 1/2 way through the year.  I was overcome with emotion last night at how FULL this year has been so far, and decided to tell the story that these 6 months have brought to my life thus far.

At the start of the year I read this book; I blogged about it, I’m sure.  It was life altering.  I decided to live a better story, to be present in each moment, AND to pursue interior design.  I could shop all day, every day, I love homes, real estate, and creating spaces.  This list goes on & on…for the people that have known me since high school, YES, this is what I wanted to do right out of high school.

2 weeks into Jan we had our bathroom remodeled.  I don’t even like to think about this ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE OF A SITUATION, so we will be breezing over it rapidly.  My design concept for the space, flawless, the product, shit.  Thousands of dollars wasted, bla bla, legal drama for MONTHS.  I’ve never been so horrified, disgusted with mankind (it is a pastor that owns the contracting company), and we’re moving on.

This financial snafu puts my plans for school on hold indefinitely.  My love for interior design remains however.  This is not even one whole month into the new year.

Sweet Jude Wilcut is born the first week of January, and what a joy it is to see that sweet face regularly.    C and my mom visited in January.  Feb, March and April and May for that matter are filled with legal dealings, none of which netted us any of our money back on the bathroom.  

Angel & I started cooking dinner together once a week a few months ago.  I can now cook, WELL.  Amen to that one.

I came home from one such dinner to a pair of black diamond earrings from Ian.  They were a surprise gift for essentially becoming an attorney (a bad one) in my spare time.  They are not on her website anymore (?), but they are essentially these, but black.

We foster a kitten with the local Humane Society.  Image

We’ve had Champion (named after the 3-legged dog on Parks & Rec) for 6+ weeks.  We are smitten; he’s our fav, and we’re not giving him back.  

Ian is laid off mid-May.  I have 100 heart attacks, and learn how to fully let go of my own plans and TRUST the Lord.  I have never prayed so fervently as I have in the last couple of months.  I have learned the meaning of ‘praying without ceasing.’

Ian is now a licensed insurance agent, and I see him (nearly) every evening and on the weekends.  

The story continues with God changing my heart in a myriad of ways.  To be continued…


Things Ian has said…

in the last 24 hours:

“Why are your breasts sparkly?”

“Do you think you’d be a good mom? “

“You are very grumpy in the morning.  There is a lot of yelling.  Are you going to yell at kids that much?”

And some other things that are not appropriate to share but are extremely funny.

My answers:

Sunless tanner.  It’s not bonnie bell, so I don’t understand the glitter, it’s lancome.

He got punched.  Hard.

Here is my morning, you tell me if you’d yell:  as soon as my alarm goes off and I get up, Nate is crying incessantly.  He wants to go outside.  cry cry cry, paw at door.  Screaming ensues.  Then I relent, go outside, don’t run away.  I have to check on him incessantly, underdressed, and hope my neighbs aren’t outside.  When he DOES run away (which happens daily).  More yelling, because he is naughty, and then more crying because he has to come inside now.

He isn’t the only one that cries.  Noodles is crying for food, Champion is crying, and biting (I don’t yell at Champ or Nudes).  Kona is obnoxious, wont go outside.  She has to be YELLED at to go out.

There is a LOT OF YELLING before 8am.  A lot.