Been a while again huh? I guess I am bad at this, I still have photos to upload from Italy, as well as Scotland... gah!!! Stresses me out just thinking about it. Ha ha ha...

Well, I am back in the good ole' US of A. Minnesota precisely.. or mostly, I should say. There's been some Canada here and there and various other states.

'Why are you back in the US Megan?' you say? It's a long story, but the short of it is that I now have my MA in Linguistics and Philosophy from the Aberdeen Uni. Because I was done with school and was unable to get a work visa. I was kicked out, so to speak, to my great displeasure. Ha ha ha... oh *sigh.

So here I am in MN... working at Borders. No other better jobs to be had. I am applying for my Canadian Commonwealth Visa and hopefully I will be back living in Aberdeen by January.

I like critical comments. I want to hear what you think so I can improve myself. My new photography will be up soon. So check it out!

Oh and does anyone know how to take a screen shot on a mac? Tell me! Dooo it!!

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Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown.
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run.
His legs, they were fourteen yards long, his ears, so very wide.
Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride.

Sing, tarry all day, sing, from Autum to May.

Oh once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red.
He leaned upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head.
He'd speek of far off places, of things to see and do.
And all the kings and queens he'd met, while sailing in a shoe.

Sing, tarry all day, sing, from Autum to May.

Oh once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather.
I'd keep them in a music box, from wind or rainy weather.
And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town.
To bring me back some golden rings, and candy by the pound.

Sing, tarry all day, sing, from Autum to May.

Oh once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail.
She sat upon and oyster shell and hatched me out a snail.
The snail it changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly.
And he who tells a bigger tail, would have to tell a lie.

Sing, tarry all day, sing, from Autum to May.
~Peter, Paul, and Mary

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