That’s not a misspelling in the title — don’t be calling our girl MEGan; try saying it like this:

“Maaaaaaaaaaay-gan.”

Yep, I do believe that’s how we say it down here.  Now that you’ve got that down, lets get goin’ and get to know this fair-haired beauty.

Hello Miss Magen!

Well, hello!

Remember how you were the first person I ever showed the bloggy to back when I started it?

Yes, yes I do.  I definitely got my pink fix for that week.

And to think that you’re still the only person who reads it.  How sweet.

Well, I think it is the least I can do.

Let us get down to business.  Please state your “job” title in Starlite in it’s entirety.

I’m the director of one of our Sparkle programs.  I have the best middle school girls and the best volunteers… end of story.  Maybe I’m a wee bit biased…

So, this translates to you corralling middle school girls each Thursday afternoon, no?

Si, senorita.  We have this thing we do called “pineapple” that makes my job a bit easier.  When I say this magical word, I automatically get a silent room full of girls making pineapples above their lovely little heads.  In theory, this works.

Okay, I’m going to put you on the spot.  What’s the funniest Starlite experience you’ve had so far?

I’m going to go with watching an unnamed (yet photographed) Starlite Dictator / Executive Director go crowd surfing at a certain massive sleepover a few years ago.  From my vantage point in the sound booth… well, that was just the funniest thing I had ever seen.

I have no idea what you could be referring to and even if I did, I’m sure the pictures have been destroyed.  Moving on.  What do you want to be when you grow up?

Well, I would like to be working for a certain fantastic ministry (possibly for girls…) as a counselor.

But… you’re an English major.

Oh, aren’t we observant!  Yes, this is true… but I will be pursuing a Master’s degree in mental-health counseling after I finish my undergrad.  Yay.

Awesome.  I’m proud of you.  Okay, if you had a free day where you had no responsibilities and could do whatever you wanted, what would you do?

Take every single girl from all of our programs on an all-expense paid trip to… Dollywood!  Where we would, of course, meet Dolly herself and be stunned at the sheer size of her… hair.  Which would, of course, make a certain Starlite Executive Director quite jealous.

Dolly ain’t got nothin’ on my hair and don’t you forget that.  On a separate note, if I let you have control of the bloggy one day and post anything you wanted, what would you choose?

I would go with the rather embarrassing, yet quite entertaining, photos of a still unnamed crowd surfer.

Never gonna happen, Magen.