Preface – Back during month 2 of Haiti, myself, Leah, and Meagan in a fit of genius (or insanity) decided to make a bet with each other. The last person between the three of us to vomit on the World Race would have blogs dedicated to them as the winner, from the losers. There were no guidelines set for the blog. The losers would have free reign to write what they wished. Well, in a span of one week, both Leah and myself succumbed to the urge to vomit while here in India and now Meagan stands as the champion. This blog is dedicated to Meagan LaFoy, my fantastic treasurer, teammate, great friend, and of course the winner of our little game.
Winner Winner Blog For Dinner!
I lost a bet with Meagan LaFoy.
I was the first to fail, hug the toilet, and vomit.
Leaving two behind who are like Wallace and Gromit.
Leah and Meagan left for the ocean.
Where Leah failed to handle the motion.
This left us with Meagan, champion of all.
In the midst of our defeat, she’s having a ball.
We’re reminded at least once a day,
To complete this blog before we leave from Bombay.
The Ol' Too Much Birthday Cake attempt was a complete failure.
Making this bet with Meagan, was rather naïve.
She told us some things which in turn I believed.
How she’d be sick a lot, and her stomach was weak.
I had no idea that she’d be a healthy unsickly freak.
In Romania, Meagan made another food bet.
I thought for sure that she’d emphatically say “nyet.”
She was challenged to eat 12 pieces of french toast.
She slayed it all, which she can now boast.
When she kept that all down, I knew the pact I’d regret.
Cause barring a miracle, she’d probably win this bet.
Oh Look! More food she never got sick on!
Nor was there hesitation for the overcooked roadside corn on the cob.
Papaya was a struggle, to which I then realized.
If I could get only melons for dinner, I might still win the prize.
Unfortunately with that idea, I never had a chance.
Cause shortly afterward, with the toilet I did dance.
Said Corn on the Cob.
Then it dawned on me during a recent plane flight.
To share with the world, many of Meagan’s quirks.
Then if I’m feeling nice, probably a few perks.
Behold the power of the dog!
There’s not a pair of socks in the world that she’s rushing to meet.
Going barefoot IS her footwear of choice.
Often despite the objections we voice.
The color and smell may cause one to frown.
Just imagine Pig Pen, friend of Charlie Brown.
“What is her secret?” One may ask.
Please don’t be scared now as I remove the mask.
To some of you, this might very well sound dumb.
But why brush your teeth, when you can just chew some gum?
Meagan loves yelling out the cheer of “Roll Tide.”
Finding this out has been the one time I’ve cried.
The season is approaching for some college football.
I for one will enjoy watching the University of Alabama fall.
The amount of SEC love she has is pretty obscene.
As an OSU fan though, I still thank God she’s not a wolverine.
You chew that chicken!
Is running on fumes and drawing some blanks.
To Meagan LaFoy, I tip my hat.
I finally realize now I can't compete with that…
Stomach she has which has conquered all.
So be proud of yourself and keep standing tall.
Nothing can defeat the iron stomach!
