<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333</id><updated>2012-02-13T19:03:26.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty much Megan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1128201140752633507</id><published>2012-01-28T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:28:51.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Setting: Outside the men's bathroom at the Century 16 in Fort Union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Peeps involved: Me, The 20 year old with Autism that I work with, and an old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Before the movie ends K tell s me that he needs to use the bathroom. I ask him if he can wait until it's over. He can. He is pretty high functioning that using the bathroom is really no problemo. The problem, however, is he may end up singing loudly, making odd noises, and standing in one spot for a while. I am standing outside the bathroom waiting for him to finish. I occasionally call out his name and tell him to hurry. I then hear an man saying, "Are you ok in there?" I know that he is talking to K. I feel somewhat helpless. The old man comes out of the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Man: He sure is making a lot of noise in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me: That is who I am waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Man: What is wrong with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me: He has Autism. (Maybe I shouldn't have shared that, but I sometimes feel like it helps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Man: (this is the best part of the conversation) Here try some of these, they are the best you will ever taste. (He has just pulled a ziploc baggie out of his pocket.) Take a handful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me: What are these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Man: Chocolate covered almonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me: They are really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This cute old man waits around with me, goes back into the bathroom to check on K, comes back out and says, "He is just drying his hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;K finally comes out and we leave. I thank this cute old man profusely for helping me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am so glad that there are really nice people in the world, who are helpful, non-judgemental to things that they aren't used to, and have snacks to share. Plus, it doesn't hurt that is man was probably 80 and seriously charm bracelet worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1128201140752633507?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1128201140752633507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1128201140752633507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1128201140752633507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1128201140752633507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2012/01/setting-outside-mens-bathroom-at.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4759558144490342606</id><published>2012-01-26T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:28:59.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why driving and the snow do not mix.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVFRzeVvXgg/TyGM7IICDdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/eXw2vg6_w60/s1600/wheel%2Bpic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701993550649101778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVFRzeVvXgg/TyGM7IICDdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/eXw2vg6_w60/s320/wheel%2Bpic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d8U9FoRp80/TyGMsosOztI/AAAAAAAAAug/lpKIci7cQ1I/s1600/car%2Bpic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701993301692829394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d8U9FoRp80/TyGMsosOztI/AAAAAAAAAug/lpKIci7cQ1I/s320/car%2Bpic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KSlUSyGUJw/TyGMkGYIM0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/LADHVkEpYUc/s1600/car%2B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701993155042751298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KSlUSyGUJw/TyGMkGYIM0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/LADHVkEpYUc/s320/car%2B2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4759558144490342606?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4759558144490342606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4759558144490342606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4759558144490342606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4759558144490342606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-driving-and-snow-do-not-mix.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVFRzeVvXgg/TyGM7IICDdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/eXw2vg6_w60/s72-c/wheel%2Bpic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4135349794158886787</id><published>2012-01-18T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:39:57.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best ever....</title><content type='html'>I am not ashamed to admit that I watch "The Bachelor." Yep, it is totally silly and pretty mindless, but sometimes mindless tv is good. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the best quote the other night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On a scale from one to ten, I feel like I am going to barf!"&lt;br /&gt;(one of the ladies trying to win Ben's heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what the??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4135349794158886787?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4135349794158886787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4135349794158886787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4135349794158886787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4135349794158886787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-ever.html' title='Best ever....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6404558859959153487</id><published>2012-01-12T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:01:32.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12 years ago, my mom passed away. I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, I thought that I would share a funny story about her. (please forgive the swears...it totally adds to the story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In my house, growing up, we had a rule: If you see a cat barf, you are the one to clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, I did and then I didn't. My step-dad had this old Siamese cat. She was mean and really only liked my mom. On Christmas Eve many many years ago, I saw this particular cat barf all over the basement floor. I am not going to lie, cleaning that stuff up is Nasty, so I wanted no part of it. I climbed the stairs to our kitchen, shut the door, and proceeded to forget about it. My siblings and I were frosting sugar cookies. My mom had a mason jar that she decided to put down in our fruit room. She heads down the stairs and a few moments later we hear, "Son of a Bitch I am sliding in shit!" Giggles were suppressed as we heard this sweet cry for help. We just continued on with the frosting. To this day, this story is a family favorite for a few reasons. A. it's funny when your mom yells out swear words. B. She wasn't sliding in poo, but barf....not sure which is worse. C. None of us did anything to help (as I recall). Hey, sugar cookies needed to be frosted! D. I don't think I have ever fessed up to her that I did see the barf culprit and walked on as if I hadn't. Poor Kaye, pretty sure when we all get to the other side she is going to be a tad bit upset for retelling this funny stories about her. But then, isn't that what kids are supposed to do? Parents embarrass their kids and when the parents get older, the kids return the favor by retelling funny stories. It all seems fair to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, MOM!! xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6404558859959153487?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6404558859959153487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6404558859959153487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6404558859959153487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6404558859959153487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2012/01/12-years.html' title='12 years'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7336965932809761677</id><published>2012-01-06T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:20:45.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Io4387EpN40/TwdIiP38I0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/-Gm_fuTowpE/s1600/goals.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694600007047193410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Io4387EpN40/TwdIiP38I0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/-Gm_fuTowpE/s320/goals.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I work with this 20 year old kid that has Autism. I adore him. On Tuesday, I had him write down some of his goals for 2012. I wish mine were this easy. I would probably have them accomplished by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* Go to the D.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Only use nice words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Not hit people on the head with movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Not rip other's shirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(the last two are directed at me..he will not hit me and not rip my shirt, which he has done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Done and Done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7336965932809761677?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7336965932809761677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7336965932809761677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7336965932809761677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7336965932809761677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2012/01/goals-for-2012.html' title='Goals for 2012'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Io4387EpN40/TwdIiP38I0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/-Gm_fuTowpE/s72-c/goals.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6045715924134982489</id><published>2011-12-23T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:37:00.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>1. Why is it that Tom Cruise drives me crazy when I see him being interviewed, but put him in an action movie and I am totally attracted to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I could possibly have Bieber Fever....if Iwere 16 years old. I watched the vid of the Biebs with Mariah Carey and I found myself thinking, "Hmmm...He is kind of a cute little fella." I then had a dream that he confessed he was a Mormon. It could totally happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the purpose of fruitcake? I have always been confused by it's existence. My mom would make it and hand it out. Who eats it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Like a moron, I broke my phone, so I got a new one. It's a touchscreen (the upgrade was free) and I feel like a major grandma trying to text and navigate around this new fancy phone. Sigh....i miss my old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to donate plasma today and got rejected. There is nothing worse than getting rejected for having low iron. Seriously, iron was my downfall. My liver consumption is going to drastically increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish that cute fellas wouldn't make awesome Christmas cds for me if they really aren't interested or if they are interested, they would call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish a certain cute fella would call a certain gorgeous gal up and ask her out. Nope, I ain't talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Check out Kid History on youtube, but make sure your bladder is empty or you will wet yourself. Consider yourself warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish that I didn't stress so much about money and my weight and other dumb stuff, but that I only thought about unicorns, rainbows, and kitties. Boy,that would make my life a lot more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A kid, sitting next to me at the library, is freaking out over some computer game. I mean, he has the waving arms and silent yelling thing down. It must be a pretty exciting game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6045715924134982489?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6045715924134982489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6045715924134982489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6045715924134982489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6045715924134982489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6088697532846080141</id><published>2011-12-08T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:23:32.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Kids :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here is a recent conversation I had with two of my nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Setting: my bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was putting my makeup on for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Boo: Wow, Megan, you look really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bug: It's not that she looks tired. It's those little tiny wrinkles around her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Alright! Everyone out of the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am getting old, aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6088697532846080141?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6088697532846080141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6088697532846080141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6088697532846080141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6088697532846080141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/12/rude-kids.html' title='Rude Kids :)'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3441682268842139956</id><published>2011-12-02T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:46:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dO-m3zc78k/Ttk3vaHqNNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TWInrAXqWWA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681633692509418706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dO-m3zc78k/Ttk3vaHqNNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TWInrAXqWWA/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are looking at this picture and thinking to yourself, "Megan got in another bar fight!" Have heart. I didn't. I have been doing my civic duty and donating plasma twice a week. Well, last friday, the person that stuck the needle in my arm either scratched the vein or it didn't go in all the way. Either way, when the blood was returning back, my arm started hurting....like "I think my skin is going to burst" hurting. The machine started beeping and someone came over to check on me. I said, "Um, this is hurting!" And she told me that my vein had been infiltrated, which means that the blood was not going back into me vein, but just hanging out. Whatever. I couldn't finish my donation, only got $10 (it's usually my $30 day), and ended up with some pretty gnarly bruises. All for the sake of helping out mankind. Man, am I a saint or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;please excuse the poor quality of the pic. It was taken on my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3441682268842139956?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3441682268842139956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3441682268842139956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3441682268842139956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3441682268842139956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-are-looking-at-this-picture-and.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dO-m3zc78k/Ttk3vaHqNNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TWInrAXqWWA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6585724625429240726</id><published>2011-11-26T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:00:54.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin' - Ain't Nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tXuNa_h804c?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6585724625429240726?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6585724625429240726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6585724625429240726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6585724625429240726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6585724625429240726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/11/breakin-aint-nobody.html' title='Breakin&apos; - Ain&apos;t Nobody'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tXuNa_h804c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4309500100945786619</id><published>2011-11-26T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:00:41.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Member when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ctb9K0cXckk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be on this "Member when" kick, so I will indulge my readers with another great story. Let's call this one, "The best double feature in the world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night. (isn't that how all good stories start?) Well, actually it was a dark and stormy night. My little sister's daycare teacher had decided to take the two of us to see Footloose and Breakin' See, I told you the best double features in the world! We went to the old Eygptian theater. It was a pretty run down place, at the time, but it was also one of my favorites, as a kid. The chairs were pretty broken...one was lucky to get a seat that had both arm rests and fabric covering the seats. That was a luxury. One of the best features of this poor run down theater was the fact that one could watch the movie from the ladies room. No need to miss a moment while urinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled into our seats, got all comfy, and ready to watch the movies. I still remember the dancing feet on the screen. I was in a dancer's heaven. Oh, I wanted to be the lady wearing the leg warmers and white high heels. If only.....&lt;br /&gt;Footloose was amazing. Breakin' was beginning. I couldn't wait. The storm outside was getting more angry and the thunder/lightning more aggressive. Suddenly, the lights flickered and the movie went off. "I want my money back!" a man yelled out. There was all kinds of chatter in the theater as we sat in the dark waiting and wondering what to do next. I was feeling a bit bummed. I had desperately wanted to see Breakin'. It was, after all, the new craze at my elementary school and I thought it was totally radical. Then, as if, someone upstairs had heard my little eight year old prayer, the movie turned back on, the crowd cheered, and we sat back to enjoy a fantastic movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s ask my little sis how excited I was to see the sequel "Breakin' 2 Electric Boogaloo" It was all I could talk about. And, I saw it for the first time two years ago. Not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. I am at the library typing this up and for some reason it won't let me put on two youtube vids, so I will do another one with Breakin' because you really need to see it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4309500100945786619?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4309500100945786619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4309500100945786619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4309500100945786619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4309500100945786619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/11/footloose-foot-dance.html' title='Member when?'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ctb9K0cXckk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1402622911525768507</id><published>2011-11-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:11:37.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ease on Down the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oGxBx8RzzrM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text from the lil' sis and she told me that she was watching "The Wiz"  It's an odd take on the Wizard of Oz,but for some reason, we LOVED it.  Well, we had the fabulous idea....I'd like to think it was actually a genius idea, that we were going to perform "Ease on Down the Road" for our elementary school's talent show.  Genius, right?  Oh, it gets ever better.  We were going to lead everyone out of the gym, into the field, and then....the best idea EVER....give all the kids candy.  Oh, how we talked about the idea for weeks and would ever practice how it would all go down.  So, did we actually do this or not?  Nah!  We were just kids and our ideas were usually much bigger than we could ever pull off, but the movie is still oddly great.  The song is a classic and I will be really mad if a high school in the area, that is putting on The Wiz, steals our genius idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1402622911525768507?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1402622911525768507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1402622911525768507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1402622911525768507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1402622911525768507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/11/ease-on-down-road.html' title='Ease on Down the Road'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oGxBx8RzzrM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6702137688081017874</id><published>2011-10-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:16:49.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouForgotBlueberries.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yqEeP1acj4Y?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6702137688081017874?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6702137688081017874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6702137688081017874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6702137688081017874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6702137688081017874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/10/youforgotblueberriescom.html' title='YouForgotBlueberries.com'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yqEeP1acj4Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3257373194074396470</id><published>2011-10-03T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:04:57.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>I recently got an email from someone and they started out with a nickname that their family has given me, so it got me to thinking about all the nicknames (loved and despised) that I have acquired over the years. I was surprised at how many there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Witchy nails----I got this one from my big bro. I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to keep my fingernails long, as a child, so&lt;br /&gt;I could defend myself when he was being a mean big bro. hated this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fruitcake Margaret---Once while looking at a baby name book, I noticed that Megan is&lt;br /&gt;derived from Margaret. I don't know why, but I liked that. My older&lt;br /&gt;sis then grabbed the book and said, "Well, Megan also means&lt;br /&gt;fruitcake!" Thus, the nickname was born. Hated this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nigel------ Have you ever seen the funny movie, "Top Secret"? It was a family favorite. One&lt;br /&gt;of the characters in this movie had short, curly, blond hair. At the time, I had&lt;br /&gt;short, curly, blond hair. My bro. noticed some similarities and they started calling&lt;br /&gt;my Nigel. hated this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Motor mouth Megan----This one shouldn't be too surprising. I like to talk....A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wagon---While in 8th grade, I participated in a German Exchange Program. Some of the&lt;br /&gt;Germans thought it would be a great idea to give everyone nicknames. This was&lt;br /&gt;one of mine. Don't ask me how they got it. Like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Megadeath----This one also came from the Germans. I guess they thought it was funny that&lt;br /&gt;both Megan and Mega are so similar. Like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Squanto---I got this one from a co-worker at this family owned restaurant. It has no&lt;br /&gt;real significance behing it, but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Shaggy----While on my mission, I hated shaving my legs. I went about 6 months without&lt;br /&gt;doing so. One night, after climbing into bed, I said to my comp. "Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;Scooby!" And, she called me Shaggy. It just fit. I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Began---I have this cute nephew that adored me and would write me cute letters. He and his&lt;br /&gt;older brother were having an argument over my name. Bear kept saying, "Pretty&lt;br /&gt;sure it's Began!" It stuck and I LOVE this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. May-may---A wonderful family, that I do respite for, started calling me this. I think the&lt;br /&gt;youngest boy in the family couldn't say my name correctly, so he called me may&lt;br /&gt;may. I love this one, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Miss Mayhaw---a former student and child of the above family would say my name like&lt;br /&gt;Mayhaw. One of my co-workers just started calling me Miss Mayhaw. &lt;br /&gt;I love this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3257373194074396470?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3257373194074396470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3257373194074396470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3257373194074396470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3257373194074396470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-413517038697958853</id><published>2011-09-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:37:15.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My friends and I recently met these cute fellas. We have been doing the lame-o, but fun "hanging out". (Although, I am over it and they to man up and ask us out!) The other night, we met up at Family Home Evening, did some fun chattin', and then went to grab shakes at Millie's. I was sitting next to the cute fella that I have my eye on when he noticed this huge, awesome ring that I was wearing. He said to me, "I wonder what it would be like to get punched with that on." "You should punch me hard!" So, I did! It hurt me and it surprised him that I could hit. Well, he sent me a pic of the damage that I had done......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKCE6O8PhIU/TnH9gqgdInI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oedjSN3PjP8/s1600/bruise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652577744934740594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKCE6O8PhIU/TnH9gqgdInI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oedjSN3PjP8/s320/bruise.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, I feel a little bad that I hit him, but in my defense...he asked me to. I promise I am not an abusive person :) Just don't mess with me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and, do you think he is flexing for this picture to make his muscle look bigger and impress me? I think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-413517038697958853?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/413517038697958853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=413517038697958853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/413517038697958853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/413517038697958853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with me!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKCE6O8PhIU/TnH9gqgdInI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oedjSN3PjP8/s72-c/bruise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6059277824109537901</id><published>2011-09-02T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:28:04.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love having my nieces stay with me. They say some of the funniest things. Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo: My mom bought me The Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo: No, the entire cast. (badadumching...she'll be here all week folks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were leaving South Town Mall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese: My shirt is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo: How come you couldn't get through security?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, we said that her shirt was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo: How come she couldn't go through security with a dirty shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We said nothing about security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6059277824109537901?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6059277824109537901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6059277824109537901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6059277824109537901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6059277824109537901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-having-my-nieces-stay-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5113750226070539685</id><published>2011-08-26T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T13:23:32.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One demon conquered!!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows (and loves)me, knows that I hate, hate needles and hospitals. They both make me woozy and just yucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example: My mom was first diagnosed with Breast Cancer when I was 10 years old and therefore, needed to go through radiation treatments. In order for us to sort of understand what she was going through my dear mom took each of her kids to see a radiation treatment. The day that she took my little sister and me, we had gone to see a movie beforehand and pigged out on junk food, so I blame the food for what is to come. We then went to the hospital and sat in the hallway by some monitors. We could see the whole process on the monitors. It was pretty interesting. While we were sitting there, I let out this huge, nasty burp. Shannon laughed. I was embarrassed because there was technician lady sitting at the monitors. Who knew that this was a foreshadowing of horrible things to come?! And come they did! Within the next few minutes, I started getting that horrible woozy feeling and then without any warning, I puked. And, this wasn't a little lady like urp on my shirt, this was projectile. I took off running and tried to catch it in my hands. I was not very successful! A nurse was taking care of me, while they were helping my mom. This was certainly not my plan, but whatever! It was so gross! I blamed it on the fact that we had had so much junk food. My mom thinks that it was because of the hospital. I think she is right. I just don't like them. If I do go to the hospital and start getting that, "Wo, I need to sit down feeling and put my head between my knees!" I go and see the babies. I can handle babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is this demon that I conquered?? I DONATED PLASMA!! I have been thinking about it for a few years now, but when I really start thinking about it, it makes me a bit faintish. I finally decided that I just needed to suck it up and do it. So, I went today. The entire process was not bad. The needle.....meh! Not really a big deal, but then I have had multiple needles stuck in my foot and those suckers HURT! But, after the whole thing was done, I got up, and starting walking toward my car. I felt like I was going to vomit. I started looking for a place to spew and then I sat down....yep, in the hallway. I am sure I looked ridiculous, but I didn't care. I stayed there for a few minutes, and then went to my car. When they tell you to make sure your stomach is full, have a full stomach. But, other than that minor little setback I am proud of myself and I am $50 richer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5113750226070539685?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5113750226070539685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5113750226070539685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5113750226070539685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5113750226070539685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-demon-conquered.html' title='One demon conquered!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2688348638875781424</id><published>2011-08-23T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:22:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>I signed up for this class, "Anthropology of Humor and Laughter". It sounded like it could be an interesting class. And, it covers my diversity credit that I need. Well, I went to my first class tonight. The cute, Polish, feisty prof. explained that this class is going to be very offensive. I started wondering if I should stay in the class and just "suck it up" She went through the entire syllabus and then showed us a few clips to help us make up our minds. The first one was not too bad and I wasn't all that offended. I can handle some crude jokes and f bombs( I am not saying that I like them, but I could deal). The next clip she showed us helped me to make up my mind. It showed Jesus sitting on a rock wearing thorns on his head. He then starts singing "I will survive!" He throws off his robe and is wearing a white loin cloth thing. As he is singing, he gets into the middle of the road and then gets hit by a bus. The whole class was laughing. I didn't think it was all the funny. The prof. then excused us to go on a 15 minute break and I decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious as to what you would do? Take the class or drop it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2688348638875781424?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2688348638875781424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2688348638875781424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2688348638875781424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2688348638875781424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-906545767453280898</id><published>2011-08-16T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:59:36.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You look like.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, someone told me that I looked like this gal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeOR09S302I/TkrJFSWzq9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3UI4moTxv2E/s1600/Kate%2Bh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641542575898995666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeOR09S302I/TkrJFSWzq9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3UI4moTxv2E/s320/Kate%2Bh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was not upset about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ExlvzVcFPaU/TkrKEHwJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aiQKx-4mgq4/s1600/Megan%2B%2526%2BShannon%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641543655384283890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ExlvzVcFPaU/TkrKEHwJ-vI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aiQKx-4mgq4/s320/Megan%2B%2526%2BShannon%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember that my Uncle Jon, my fav, would tell me that I looked like this lady...&lt;br /&gt;(p.s isn't little shanny just adorable?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6K-syvZOf40/TkrKopmPZ8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Kn6TpCh7_OY/s1600/goldie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641544282944792514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6K-syvZOf40/TkrKopmPZ8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Kn6TpCh7_OY/s320/goldie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641545471567003090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O6nVP073bA/TkrLt1j2_dI/AAAAAAAAAtU/BHoGeE98xhM/s320/megs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4PdYAXJAPo/TkrI8WoiNlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MB7iYGHNseY/s1600/meg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641542422428268114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4PdYAXJAPo/TkrI8WoiNlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MB7iYGHNseY/s320/meg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcvMTDHI6Yk/TkrIbxZFVwI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wvIiZaBff1s/s1600/katy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641541862675535618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcvMTDHI6Yk/TkrIbxZFVwI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wvIiZaBff1s/s320/katy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my nieces told me that I looked like Katy Perry. Maybe it's the dark hair....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not angry that they said I looked like her, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should put a more up-to-date photo....maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-906545767453280898?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/906545767453280898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=906545767453280898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/906545767453280898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/906545767453280898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-look-like.html' title='You look like.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeOR09S302I/TkrJFSWzq9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3UI4moTxv2E/s72-c/Kate%2Bh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-387708600353118585</id><published>2011-08-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:52:11.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When your cute nieces want to go swimming, and you haven't washed your hair in days, so you decide that taking a dip in the pool would be nice....but, you go to change into your bathing suit and realize that you forgot your shorts to cover up the white, flabby thighs that have now become yours. Do you just forgo the swimming and sit on the sidelines, or do you throw caution to the wind and swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hemmed and hawed and I swam. Lesson. learned. WHO FREAKING CARES what my thighs look likes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i really do care, but yesterday...i didn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-387708600353118585?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/387708600353118585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=387708600353118585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/387708600353118585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/387708600353118585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-your-cute-nieces-want-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7954808917117163054</id><published>2011-07-28T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:52:42.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new imaginary boyfriend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZzCjz9FeGg/TjGFWixvvBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BjxPZxKWXz8/s1600/joel%252520mchale%252520community%2525201_300x300_shkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634431231156272146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZzCjz9FeGg/TjGFWixvvBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BjxPZxKWXz8/s320/joel%252520mchale%252520community%2525201_300x300_shkl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel McHale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just discovered "Community"....I am so slow, but I love, love this show. And, what makes it better is Mr. "yummy, funny, and looks good playing pool in his underwear" McHale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could handle it if he were in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7954808917117163054?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7954808917117163054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7954808917117163054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7954808917117163054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7954808917117163054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-imaginary-boyfriend.html' title='My new imaginary boyfriend....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZzCjz9FeGg/TjGFWixvvBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BjxPZxKWXz8/s72-c/joel%252520mchale%252520community%2525201_300x300_shkl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-198814160399808063</id><published>2011-07-21T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:11:37.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeswax......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Setting: Work breakroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players: Myself, one of my part-timers, and two bus drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am walking in, the two bus drivers(both of which are probably in the 50's) are talking about marriage. One is saying that she has been divorced twice and blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: I really want to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me too. My biological clock has been going on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus drivers: Well, you're not &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that old you should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm...I am older than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus drivers: Well, how old are you?(and yes, it was both of them asking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bus drivers: Oh, I thought you were younger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bus driver: Oh, that is getting up there. You might want to get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking things in my head that I won't say out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bus driver: If you don't ever get married, would you have a baby on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. I want to get married, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bus driver: (here is the best part) Maybe you should consider getting YOUR EGGS FROZEN!! (she really did say that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Pretty sure I looked dumbfounded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bus driver: You should really look into that while your eggs are still good and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (and that's when I flipped her off....ok, I didn't really, but in my head I did) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And, that is why what I do with my eggs is none of the bus drivers beeswax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-198814160399808063?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/198814160399808063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=198814160399808063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/198814160399808063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/198814160399808063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/07/beeswax.html' title='Beeswax......'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-8362063477116110110</id><published>2011-07-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:24:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart just can't take anymore.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvkGMcKpE-o/TiRSdKt3zGI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OyLi95PBKAw/s1600/1298993080_emily-brad-2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630716095166401634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvkGMcKpE-o/TiRSdKt3zGI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OyLi95PBKAw/s320/1298993080_emily-brad-2902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Brad and Emily announced they are splitsville.  That was a hard one to swallow, but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6o9RiMPhms0/TiRSV7jOtCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qi76KQ3QIkM/s1600/demi-moore-and-ashton-kutcher-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630715970836149282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6o9RiMPhms0/TiRSV7jOtCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qi76KQ3QIkM/s320/demi-moore-and-ashton-kutcher-baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi and Ashton decided to call it quits.  My heart started to fail, but then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G7DPxsob6Vw/TiRSR-KE6HI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zUDHxRI1-Hs/s1600/0_61_j_lo_marc_anthony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630715902816479346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G7DPxsob6Vw/TiRSR-KE6HI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zUDHxRI1-Hs/s320/0_61_j_lo_marc_anthony.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLo and Skeletor have parted ways.  I just can't take it anymore, who is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnCnnC57XGM/TiRSJu8UAiI/AAAAAAAAArs/T4TeKVyWT6E/s1600/tom%2Band%2Bkatie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630715761293263394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnCnnC57XGM/TiRSJu8UAiI/AAAAAAAAArs/T4TeKVyWT6E/s320/tom%2Band%2Bkatie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, PLEASE NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i may have heard incorrectly about ashton and demi.  oopsies!  let's hope this one is forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-8362063477116110110?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8362063477116110110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=8362063477116110110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8362063477116110110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8362063477116110110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-heart-just-cant-take-anymore.html' title='My heart just can&apos;t take anymore.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvkGMcKpE-o/TiRSdKt3zGI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OyLi95PBKAw/s72-c/1298993080_emily-brad-2902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6187606342804033539</id><published>2011-07-05T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:08:22.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap for cheeps!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I had my cute nieces with me.  That's four little girls under the age of 10.  Yikes bikes!  Not going to lie, I was a bit broke, so I decided that we could still have fun and do it very cheaply(not sure if that's a word, but whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie in the park (so, we didn't actually make it to this because my bro. and I were having a discussion and it lasted a tad bit later than planned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puppet shows at the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos from the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to the Humane Society. Love this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fashion show with my dress up clothes and halloween costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home pedicures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a walk at dusk and playing freeze whenever cars drove by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on my balacony and watching the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at my complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super fun weekend.  I love having the girls down and spending time with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6187606342804033539?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6187606342804033539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6187606342804033539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6187606342804033539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6187606342804033539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/07/cheap-for-cheeps.html' title='Cheap for cheeps!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3707075922106338291</id><published>2011-06-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:56:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be jealous....</title><content type='html'>But, my sister's and I went to see Mr. Richard Marx in concert, along with my wonderful hairdresser.  Yep, the last time I saw him perform was back in 1980 something.  It was so great!  The concert was fabulouso and I had a great time with the peeps I was with.  Richard Marx put on a great concert.  He was funny, his fly was down for a brief moment, and he NO LONGER SPORTS THE MULLET!!   I really like all of his songs, except for the blasted "Right Here Waiting"  And wouldn't you know that is the song he ended with.  Blech! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of why I detest this song so much, goes back to when I was a young girl of about 14.  My beautiful older (and could date)sister and I went to youth conference at Utah State.  SO. MUCH. FUN!  We met some really cool people and some pretty cute boys.  Well, I had met one named Jason, that I thought was especially cute.  Now, knowing that my sister was at the appropriate age to date, and that she was cute, I warned her that I liked him and to not flirt with him.  Did my sister listen?  NOPE!!  My heart broke as I watched them dance across the floor and as Jason started liking my sister.  boo hoo.  It was just so sad and so dramatic.  I was, afterall, 14!! So, I took a vow of silence against my sister.  And, my poor little sister was stuck in the middle of it all.  She affectionately calls that the "Summer from Hell" (that and the summer I couldn't stop talking about making a uknits jumper...member them?) I was so mad at my older sister.  He liked her and not me.  How could he?  So, where does this lame-o song come into play.  IT WAS THEIR BLASTED SONG!!  I wanted to die or puke all over my shoes.  Well, the guy slowly faded out of the picture, my vow of silence ceased(hello, I am chatty chatterson), and my love for that song never grew.  But, the concert was still wonderful!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWLy6WcMiEU/TgKa3efbdmI/AAAAAAAAArk/VR4Gfh7Y7wM/s1600/richard-marx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWLy6WcMiEU/TgKa3efbdmI/AAAAAAAAArk/VR4Gfh7Y7wM/s320/richard-marx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225562780169826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oes_4iviHh4/TgKaxgxyJMI/AAAAAAAAArc/j6nQBnVBLjc/s1600/rmarx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oes_4iviHh4/TgKaxgxyJMI/AAAAAAAAArc/j6nQBnVBLjc/s320/rmarx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225460314809538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3707075922106338291?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3707075922106338291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3707075922106338291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3707075922106338291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3707075922106338291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-be-jealous.html' title='Don&apos;t be jealous....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWLy6WcMiEU/TgKa3efbdmI/AAAAAAAAArk/VR4Gfh7Y7wM/s72-c/richard-marx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-8797637944416850430</id><published>2011-06-08T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:17:40.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The univited guest</title><content type='html'>I love living by myself. It's been really great. But, one thing I HATE is when I have creepy, gross things that decide to visit me. Blaaah.... &lt;br /&gt;I woke up Monday morning and went into the bathroom, I looked down into the sink to find this just hanging out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ4kyjSNsHQ/Te_l8YZmlPI/AAAAAAAAArU/SCZ0VsEbhv4/s1600/garden-centipede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615960085859046642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ4kyjSNsHQ/Te_l8YZmlPI/AAAAAAAAArU/SCZ0VsEbhv4/s320/garden-centipede.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I pretty much screamed and then turned on the water to drown the poor sucker. He started to go down the drain, but his creepy leg things were holding on for dear life. I gave them a little shove and down he went. It just gave me the biggest heebie jeebies. double yuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-8797637944416850430?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8797637944416850430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=8797637944416850430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8797637944416850430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8797637944416850430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/06/univited-guest.html' title='The univited guest'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZ4kyjSNsHQ/Te_l8YZmlPI/AAAAAAAAArU/SCZ0VsEbhv4/s72-c/garden-centipede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7359816165413472184</id><published>2011-05-25T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:41:12.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a backup singer for Bono....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ok, so technically I did the oohs and ahhs with the rest of the crowd, but if he asked me to be a backup singer. I totally would! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;One of my students told me that he is going to marry me tomorrow. Today, I am single. Tomorrow, a married lady. I am guessing that I will have to support the fam until he gets through first grade. So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A kid that I have been tutoring likes to write things in the air. When I asked him what he was writing, he said," Stop talking, Grandma or I will shove a hot pocket in your mouth." Mmmkay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I finally watched "Splendor in the Grass" and I really liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Did I ever mention that I am now attending a mid singles ward? Well, I am. I never had plans of doing so, but it just felt right and I really like it a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I met this cool, nerdy, awkward, cute guy at a pot luck and we chatted for about 2 hours. I discovered that he can fix tables, so I asked him to fix mine. It was my mom's and it is in pretty good condition. So, he came over, fixed the table, and then asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him. He then told me, "I have a confession to make. I used fixing your table as a ploy to ask you out." I told him, "Well, it worked!" I am crossing all body parts that can be crossed he calls back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bruno Mars with my cute nephew is next Monday. I am pretty darn excited to embarrass the lad, but then he has hung out with me a lot, so it may not really happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When Bono kept asking, "What time is it?" I yelled back, "Hammer time!" It just seemed appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7359816165413472184?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7359816165413472184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7359816165413472184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7359816165413472184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7359816165413472184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-backup-singer-for-bono.html' title='I was a backup singer for Bono....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2461745418235683563</id><published>2011-05-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:06:47.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the cure!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywrZgV6wWzU/Tc7er6bG3AI/AAAAAAAAArI/N4n_vbQ6lbI/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606663432121539586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywrZgV6wWzU/Tc7er6bG3AI/AAAAAAAAArI/N4n_vbQ6lbI/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is after the race! Aren't we so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLS81MtaAXM/Tc7ebnEvvMI/AAAAAAAAArA/1RhmQJB2WWY/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606663152049568962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLS81MtaAXM/Tc7ebnEvvMI/AAAAAAAAArA/1RhmQJB2WWY/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the twirling, skipping, leaping etc. began. We had to warm up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ8uw_9Xvjw/Tc7eK1OiziI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UmmNdu_XFJA/s1600/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606662863790984738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ8uw_9Xvjw/Tc7eK1OiziI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UmmNdu_XFJA/s320/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowd was so huge. I am always in awe of how many people in front of me and how many in back of me. It's just a sea of people. It's pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZEE-mg7rJM/Tc7d5Trc07I/AAAAAAAAAqw/aFPiFpBj7oY/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606662562727646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZEE-mg7rJM/Tc7d5Trc07I/AAAAAAAAAqw/aFPiFpBj7oY/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before the race started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjOVP203UIY/Tc7doxQrk4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ljdi9E8xN9Q/s1600/volunteer%2Bpic%2Brace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606662278610654082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjOVP203UIY/Tc7doxQrk4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ljdi9E8xN9Q/s320/volunteer%2Bpic%2Brace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is awesome! These cute boys wanted our tutus and we refused. This pic was taken when we were almost done. The one boy found his own tutu. Some dude stopped us to take our picture. Apparently, this picture was sent out to the volunteers. Yep, we are just that cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 10th year running this race and by far, one of my most funnest (may not be a word, but totally appropriate!) I love that these gals run with me and for my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I don't just run for her, I run so that others don't have to lose their moms too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me next year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s thanks to Jenny for making our cute tutus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2461745418235683563?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2461745418235683563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2461745418235683563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2461745418235683563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2461745418235683563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/05/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the cure!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywrZgV6wWzU/Tc7er6bG3AI/AAAAAAAAArI/N4n_vbQ6lbI/s72-c/105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7114459535444161429</id><published>2011-05-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:30:17.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>After many, many attempts at reading "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". I finally resorted to listening to it on CD. And yes folks, it's true!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you many cue the hallelujah chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7114459535444161429?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7114459535444161429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7114459535444161429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7114459535444161429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7114459535444161429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/05/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS!!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6198759338207726752</id><published>2011-05-05T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:02:58.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv6vriJ0a5A/TcMP42CaMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kLXlcBgZvyM/s1600/iceman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603339830631739666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv6vriJ0a5A/TcMP42CaMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kLXlcBgZvyM/s320/iceman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw9TZb2krOg/TcMP1TZZaUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/tyh8eZtLMQY/s1600/val%2Bkilmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603339769793308994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw9TZb2krOg/TcMP1TZZaUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/tyh8eZtLMQY/s320/val%2Bkilmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVED you in the V-ball scene in Top Gun, Real Genius, and Top Secret. You were both yummy and funny. So, Mr Kilmer.....What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVlbvUJLBEg/TcMPuD498qI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qylDuWGQW3w/s1600/val-kilmer-fat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603339645371675298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVlbvUJLBEg/TcMPuD498qI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qylDuWGQW3w/s320/val-kilmer-fat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zncB8TU9nNo/TcMPqfzhNnI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OQxSBsWiIhA/s1600/fat%2Bval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603339584145536626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zncB8TU9nNo/TcMPqfzhNnI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OQxSBsWiIhA/s320/fat%2Bval.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come Back To Us!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6198759338207726752?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6198759338207726752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6198759338207726752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6198759338207726752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6198759338207726752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-happened.html' title='What happened?!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dv6vriJ0a5A/TcMP42CaMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kLXlcBgZvyM/s72-c/iceman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1938728622618652069</id><published>2011-04-26T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:36:56.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's an OLD MAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today my dad is the big 8-0!! Yep, you read that right!! My dad is 80 years old (or young, depending on how you look at things!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here are just a few things that I loved about my daddy-o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* He could do the Fat Albert voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* He made ice cream for a living.....pretty much the COOLEST job that a dad can have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* When we would visit him at Cream O' Weber, he would draw caricatures on the sugar bags and let us operate the box smasher. A bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* He would let my little sister and me put barretts and other hair things in his hair. He sat very patiently as we played beauty salon with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* I love shoulder rides from my dad. He was 6 feet tall (or somewhere around there) and so, together we were gigantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* I remember the feeling of having him carry me through a haunted house. I was seven and pretty scared about the fact that some old lady wanted my blood. I still remember the feeling of nuzzling into his shoulder the entire time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well, I hope there is some kind of party going on in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad! I love and miss you! xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1938728622618652069?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1938728622618652069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1938728622618652069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1938728622618652069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1938728622618652069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hes-old-man.html' title='He&apos;s an OLD MAN!!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4336193079006845307</id><published>2011-04-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:34:39.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Encounter.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Scene: Leaving Liberty Park with a 10 year old boy in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man to boy: Is that your older sister or your mom looking that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: What color is that in your hair? Green? Blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's teal, so it's both blue and green :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well, it looks really great with your high cheekbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: No, thank you for being you and for blessing us with your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I just got in my car and didn't know how to respond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: (As I am pulling out, faces me and bows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4336193079006845307?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4336193079006845307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4336193079006845307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4336193079006845307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4336193079006845307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-encounter.html' title='A Funny Encounter.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6201618357111663493</id><published>2011-04-15T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:54:05.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna know what my favorite part of this week was? When one of my students brought a briefcase, instead of his backpack, and called it a satchel. (well, actually a statchel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know my least favorite part of this week? My bark cough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6201618357111663493?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6201618357111663493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6201618357111663493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6201618357111663493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6201618357111663493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/04/wanna-know-what-my-favorite-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6922701716365151088</id><published>2011-04-09T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:40:42.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts that have taken over my brain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. While hanging out with my little respite gal on Tuesday. She said to me, "I want to give you a hug!" I asked her why and she replied, "Because I love you!" Um....so sweet. It made the rest of my night just that much better. 2. Is it just me or do you think that a skinny little 8 year old should not be running/walking on a tread mill while mom is standing behind her? This was a scene at the gym today. 3. I have lost a few inches off my rear. I will not miss them or try to find them. They can stay lost forever. 4. Why is Barbacoa so delish? And why must I eat there about once a week? 5. My new Bishopric showed up to my place the other day. I had been laying (or is it lying) in bed just watching a movie. My hair was pretty messy. I hesitated in answering the door, but I did anyway. Three men is suits is a bit daunting. Did I mention that my hair was pretty messy? I still let them in. 6. NEWS FLASH!! I had a date last weekend. It was fun. I probably won't hear from the guy again. sigh. oh well. 7. I wish I could put all of my students on a charm bracelet. They are just that adorable. I can't stand how much I love them. Maybe I have attachment probs. 8. I wish I could take out the part of my brain that cares..because sometimes I just don't want to care. (that wasn't in reference to my students) 9. I can't wait for more than two days of birds chirping, fresh cut grass smells, and a shining sun. Oh when will that happen? 10. I have tried three times to read the fifth Harry Potter. I just can't do it. I am now attempting to listen to it. So far, so good!! Hooray for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6922701716365151088?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6922701716365151088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6922701716365151088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6922701716365151088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6922701716365151088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-some-thoughts-that-have-taken-over.html' title='Just some thoughts that have taken over my brain....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7981851439662021496</id><published>2011-04-03T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:17:29.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I am like Kim Kardashian........</title><content type='html'>I was at the gym the other day and started watching "Keeping up the Kardashians" (it's pretty much a train wreck) And, I had the thought, "I am just like Kim!" And here is how..... 1. She has a booty. I have a booty. Although, her's is a bit more photographed and famous. I am ok with that. 2. Kim has two sisters. I have two sisters. Kim is goofy with her sisters and I am totally goofy with my sisters. So much the same!! My sisters are cute too!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-675lhpBFSGc/TZjCMkK3gLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/RK_M0flZEWs/s1600/three%2Bsisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591432458503946418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-675lhpBFSGc/TZjCMkK3gLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/RK_M0flZEWs/s320/three%2Bsisters.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhcui7uR0Fk/TZjB-LQccNI/AAAAAAAAApw/nZZh5VZwrUM/s1600/kim%2Band%2Bsisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591432211298283730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhcui7uR0Fk/TZjB-LQccNI/AAAAAAAAApw/nZZh5VZwrUM/s320/kim%2Band%2Bsisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3, I have been known to walk a red carpet. Kim has walked a red carpet or two. 4. Wherever I go guys always follow me. They always follow Kim. 5. I have been known to be a bit stylish...I think Kim stole some of my fashion idears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7981851439662021496?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7981851439662021496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7981851439662021496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7981851439662021496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7981851439662021496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-am-like-kim-kardashian.html' title='How I am like Kim Kardashian........'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-675lhpBFSGc/TZjCMkK3gLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/RK_M0flZEWs/s72-c/three%2Bsisters.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2337748993524623694</id><published>2011-04-03T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:31:01.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhYzkli0400/TZi8KzsMKvI/AAAAAAAAApo/ntmXpgnqJd4/s1600/three%2Bof%2Bus%2Bat%2Bfest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591425831240739570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhYzkli0400/TZi8KzsMKvI/AAAAAAAAApo/ntmXpgnqJd4/s320/three%2Bof%2Bus%2Bat%2Bfest.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewrR1UTbk4Y/TZi8BEQNthI/AAAAAAAAApg/QnZ4NRmGuyg/s1600/meg%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591425663888111122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewrR1UTbk4Y/TZi8BEQNthI/AAAAAAAAApg/QnZ4NRmGuyg/s320/meg%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyZBO0x7g2U/TZi7zKsHw2I/AAAAAAAAApY/GB3ea_BC0zg/s1600/fest%2Bof%2Bcolors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591425425097605986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyZBO0x7g2U/TZi7zKsHw2I/AAAAAAAAApY/GB3ea_BC0zg/s320/fest%2Bof%2Bcolors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of colors, Lots of people,and lots of fun!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had color EVERYWHERE and it took a few days to get it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute nephew, Bear, came with us too. I think he loved throwing color all over me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2337748993524623694?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2337748993524623694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2337748993524623694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2337748993524623694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2337748993524623694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/04/festival-of-colors.html' title='Festival of Colors'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhYzkli0400/TZi8KzsMKvI/AAAAAAAAApo/ntmXpgnqJd4/s72-c/three%2Bof%2Bus%2Bat%2Bfest.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-939058465891106874</id><published>2011-03-31T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:47:44.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have been trying to post pics of my fabulously colorful time at the Festival of Colors, but my computer at work is totally LAME-O, but I will figure it out somehow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I bought kites for my students and it was about the most fun you can have for a dollar. The kids were uberexcited! I love them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-939058465891106874?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/939058465891106874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=939058465891106874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/939058465891106874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/939058465891106874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-been-trying-to-post-pics-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7847970207650435775</id><published>2011-03-17T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:23:34.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The last few weeks or so it feels like a grey gloomy cloud has taken residence over my head and has decided to stay there.  I have been down.  I just can't seem to shake it.  I have been sad about a friendship that is pretty much over.  I know relationships end and maybe this one just ran its course, but I still miss it.  I am dreading my looming 36th birthday and just want to hide in my bed all day with the covers or my head and not even think about the fact that I am 36 and single.  I have just been feeling lonely, fat, ugly, and unworthy of a lot of things.  I know pretty much a debbie downer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But, I realized today that God is pretty fantastic and that He steps in when I am feeling this way.  He lets me know, in His own way, that not only am I not alone, but I am also loved.  For example:  The parent  of one of my former student's always gives me a hug whenever she sees me.  I love that.  I love her for that.  It makes me feel super great.  My assistant gave me a birthday card.  It was so sweet because he not only wished me a happy birthday, but he also told me some really nice things that I needed to hear.  One of my cute part timers gave me a birthday gift.  I thought it was beyond nice that she even thought of me.   I realized that my students love me.  They call my name about 500 times in a day and yes, sometimes it drives me crazy, but I got to thinking that they call MY name 500 times a day and they ask ME for help and they ask ME for treats and they come to ME  for comfort when they get kicked in the junk by another student and they want ME to watch when they eat their veggies at lunch.  They love me.  I am &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; about them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am just super duper grateful for the moments when I lift my head up and look through the grey gloomy cloud and notice those precious moments that God has given me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7847970207650435775?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7847970207650435775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7847970207650435775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7847970207650435775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7847970207650435775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-few-weeks-or-so-it-feels-like-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1847435140319753853</id><published>2011-03-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:37:14.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not having a computer at home is kind of a bummer.  I am going to have to work on that.  So, I am at the library daily to check my emails and such.  I wanted to write a post about Josh Duhamel and how adorable I think he is and if I were Katherine Heigl  (Yep, I just saw Life as we know it...super cute!) I would NOT be able to keep my hands off him.  Yum!  But, the library won't let me save pictures.  I guess they don't want cute pictures of Josh tainting their computers.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what I can say is the guy sitting next to me is a VERY loud nose breather.  Maybe he should get that checked.  I'm just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am in love with my new apartment.  The living room is so adorable.  In my next life I am going to become an interior decorator because I LOVE IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1847435140319753853?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1847435140319753853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1847435140319753853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1847435140319753853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1847435140319753853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-having-computer-at-home-is-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7609774096911904435</id><published>2011-02-25T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:48:00.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do you know what is cuter than cute?  When your 12 year old nephew has four tickets to the Bruno Mars concert, for his birthday, and he can invite anyone he wants to and he picks his aunt (that's me!).  How cute is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love that kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7609774096911904435?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7609774096911904435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7609774096911904435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7609774096911904435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7609774096911904435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-know-what-is-cuter-than-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1503965644704156086</id><published>2011-02-24T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:42:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. I moved into my own apartment all by my lonesome. I pretty much feel like an official adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sometimes don't like being an adult. I actually have to go buy a vacuum and other not so fun stuff. Can't I just buy cute clothes and shoes all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seriously, go to the Sweet Tooth Fairy and get a cupcake. They are totally worth the calories and are heaven sent. I had the peanut butter and chocolate one. Yum! Yum! Next time, I am trying the German chocolate cuppie cake. I heart German Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When your car fails its emissions, do you feel like you have failed too? I do. That's weird. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love sending people text by starting out with member. I think saying member instead of remember is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The cute girl I do respite for on Tuesdays told me that she would hold the door open for me when they bring my new couch in. Totally sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oh, and we are hanging out on Saturday and she said that she was going to do my dishes. Double sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love my students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I refer to my students (a lot) as cute or adorable. I'm sure some of them really hate it, but I don't care. It's totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yesterday, at Institute, my friend was chatting with a dude and he actually said, "Do you come here often?" Like it was a bar or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1503965644704156086?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1503965644704156086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1503965644704156086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1503965644704156086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1503965644704156086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5873275342058212637</id><published>2011-02-12T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:01:01.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Crush</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my first REAL crush was a boy by the name of Jeremiah Bingham, but sadly he moved away when we were in the 1st grade.  However, my first celeb crush was the gorgeous Christopher Reeve.  I loved, loved him as Superman.  I mean, who doesn't love a man that is comfortable in tights, flies around, and saves people?  And, at the end of the movie when he is flying around the world and he waves, he was pretty much waving to me.  I just knew it deep down in my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzuTQ_pO6O4/TVdWvfvLHfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kQ6q7rFU0p0/s1600/Clark%2BKent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzuTQ_pO6O4/TVdWvfvLHfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kQ6q7rFU0p0/s320/Clark%2BKent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573018437867478514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1GfygHFLzg/TVdWqfvi92I/AAAAAAAAApI/85vWwqT_A9k/s1600/SupermanChristopherReeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1GfygHFLzg/TVdWqfvi92I/AAAAAAAAApI/85vWwqT_A9k/s320/SupermanChristopherReeve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573018351969695586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-28EOpnSIYeo/TVdWlbqfqYI/AAAAAAAAApA/aQt1GO0L46o/s1600/christopher-reeve-20070429-247345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-28EOpnSIYeo/TVdWlbqfqYI/AAAAAAAAApA/aQt1GO0L46o/s320/christopher-reeve-20070429-247345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573018264975419778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TEkRQ8gh_J8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5873275342058212637?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5873275342058212637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5873275342058212637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5873275342058212637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5873275342058212637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-crush_12.html' title='My First Crush'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzuTQ_pO6O4/TVdWvfvLHfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kQ6q7rFU0p0/s72-c/Clark%2BKent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7654884060623149459</id><published>2011-02-03T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:15:14.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon's Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q-SPafZxNME?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin.  Her brother made this little video about her.  I think it's pretty sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7654884060623149459?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7654884060623149459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7654884060623149459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7654884060623149459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7654884060623149459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/02/shannons-words.html' title='Shannon&apos;s Words'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q-SPafZxNME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5901771522591144869</id><published>2011-01-27T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:04:55.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what daily affirmations can do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;On Tuesday, I turned on the TV to watch a rerun of Glee, but then realized the State of the Union was on.  I am a bit embarrassed to admit, but I don't think I have ever actually watched an entire State of the Union.  So, I decided to stick it out (ok, I did go between this and Wheel of Fortune...not gonna lie!).  I thought it was pretty good.  I am not a huge Obama fan, but that man knows how to give speeches. Seriously.  But, I must say the best part of the entire speech was when they panned the audience and there in the middle sat this guy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TUH3tWSnh_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/jlACHJGtGhU/s1600/stuartsmalley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567002972856485874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TUH3tWSnh_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/jlACHJGtGhU/s320/stuartsmalley.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;STUART SMALLEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Who knew that all those daily affirmations led Stuart to do some great things...like Congress?!  Ok, So he wasn't dressed in a super blonde, a bit better than Donald Trump hairdo and a sweater I once wore in the 80's.  But, there he sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think the speech would have been so much better if Obama would have ended with, "My Fellow Americans, I'm good enough. I'm smart enough.  And doggone it, people like me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If only.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5901771522591144869?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5901771522591144869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5901771522591144869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5901771522591144869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5901771522591144869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-what-daily-affirmations-can-do.html' title='Look what daily affirmations can do...'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TUH3tWSnh_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/jlACHJGtGhU/s72-c/stuartsmalley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-13784529190703328</id><published>2011-01-24T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:46:10.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, Neil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3D27dmGp2zU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, PLEASE  COME BACK TO UTAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-13784529190703328?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/13784529190703328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=13784529190703328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/13784529190703328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/13784529190703328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/01/neil-diamond-forever-in-blue-jeans-nyc.html' title='happy birthday, Neil.'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3D27dmGp2zU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6243049280766506684</id><published>2011-01-16T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:52:29.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TTNnhtsq-wI/AAAAAAAAAn8/19foA4R7IAI/s1600/gabe%2Bwith%2Blight%2Bsaber.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562903793633000194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TTNnhtsq-wI/AAAAAAAAAn8/19foA4R7IAI/s320/gabe%2Bwith%2Blight%2Bsaber.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is one of the reasons why watching these kiddos is so much fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He  told me that when he grew up he was going to kiss me.  He's 4.  I am 35.  You do the math.  Oh, and he has kissed me several times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And, the other day he did some cool whistle thing and I asked him how he did it.  He responded, "I am very tricky!"  Seriously.  I love this kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TTNnQT5X91I/AAAAAAAAAn0/e2C_NjXKpeA/s1600/neurotypical.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562903494649182034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TTNnQT5X91I/AAAAAAAAAn0/e2C_NjXKpeA/s320/neurotypical.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I loved this shirt that Ike was wearing.  so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6243049280766506684?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6243049280766506684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6243049280766506684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6243049280766506684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6243049280766506684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-one-of-reasons-why-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TTNnhtsq-wI/AAAAAAAAAn8/19foA4R7IAI/s72-c/gabe%2Bwith%2Blight%2Bsaber.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2950193842117720859</id><published>2011-01-12T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:56:09.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;11 years ago today we said goodbye to my mom after a year battle with breast cancer.   Gosh, I still miss her lots.   And, I can't wait to see her again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2950193842117720859?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2950193842117720859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2950193842117720859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2950193842117720859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2950193842117720859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-years-ago-today-we-said-goodbye-to.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-8722806762406945132</id><published>2011-01-05T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:24:40.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost wet myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TSUnPkVf86I/AAAAAAAAAns/enofvezCkJE/s1600/grandma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558892463464117154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TSUnPkVf86I/AAAAAAAAAns/enofvezCkJE/s320/grandma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Um...I pretty love this picture.  My little sis was working at an elementary school as a school counselor.  This grandma would come in a volunteer.  I guess the day was just too much for her and she fell asleep in class, but the thing I love the most about the picture...THE BEAR!! He is doing the exact same thing as grandma and nope, it wasn't staged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess a picture does say a 1,000 words or 1,000 laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-8722806762406945132?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8722806762406945132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=8722806762406945132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8722806762406945132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8722806762406945132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-almost-wet-myself.html' title='I almost wet myself....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TSUnPkVf86I/AAAAAAAAAns/enofvezCkJE/s72-c/grandma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-655915817983778277</id><published>2011-01-02T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:52:27.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Every year I have tried to make resolutions and every year, I fail to keep them.  Oh, the biggie was last years...get married in September.  Believe me, I ain't doing that again.  Was I just trying to set myself up for a huge disappointment when the day came and went and all I got was a burrito for Chipotle?  Oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was reading a post that my friend (and one of my fav mission companions) wrote.  She had a really good idear.  Instead of resolutions, she does mantras or some saying that she is going to live by through out the year.  The one she had last year was, "This is my year!"  She started a new job, lost 70 lbs. (and looks fab!), and started dating a pretty swell guy.  I liked her positive outlook on life.  So, Miss Alison, I hope you don't mind that I steal your last years mantra, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THIS IS MY YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I eagerly await what life has to offer for the upcoming year.  So, Bring it on, 2011.  I am ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-655915817983778277?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/655915817983778277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=655915817983778277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/655915817983778277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/655915817983778277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-thoughts.html' title='New Year&apos;s thoughts....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7012206894319185955</id><published>2010-12-29T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:51:36.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRuPqYb7CEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cvnsW2bqhS4/s1600/kevin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556192523568482370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRuPqYb7CEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cvnsW2bqhS4/s320/kevin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My dream, last night, had Kevin Bacon in it. I know, totally lucky! We were really good friends (which is how it should be in real life). Well, I mentioned the game Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon to him, but said, "I don't need to play that game because I know you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRuPXetrA5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/WVC6BVI3Bzk/s1600/I%2Bbelieve%2Bin%2Bfat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556192198836028306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRuPXetrA5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/WVC6BVI3Bzk/s320/I%2Bbelieve%2Bin%2Bfat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; This came up on my friend's radio. And yes, I too believe in fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And, a final thought.....why is it when I look my worst and feel just as bad, that's when the pharamacist is super cute, youngish, has an adorable accent and is NOT sporting a wedding band. sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I should just start sleeping in my makeup...it works in the movies, right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7012206894319185955?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7012206894319185955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7012206894319185955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7012206894319185955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7012206894319185955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dream-last-night-had-kevin-bacon-in.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRuPqYb7CEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cvnsW2bqhS4/s72-c/kevin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5772778234742279115</id><published>2010-12-27T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:35:22.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlosrsh_NI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ceyO_bGFtbg/s1600/movie%2Bpics%2Bbucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555586732191251666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlosrsh_NI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ceyO_bGFtbg/s320/movie%2Bpics%2Bbucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlomoTpgQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MeYoaSqvdB8/s1600/movie%2Bpics%2Bheather%2Bsurprised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555586628202365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlomoTpgQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MeYoaSqvdB8/s320/movie%2Bpics%2Bheather%2Bsurprised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlog2Qo8TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fteSAX6Eku4/s1600/movie%2Bpic%2Bno%2Bglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555586528868626738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlog2Qo8TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fteSAX6Eku4/s320/movie%2Bpic%2Bno%2Bglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really hard being the only normal one in my family.  Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5772778234742279115?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5772778234742279115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5772778234742279115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5772778234742279115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5772778234742279115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-really-hard-being-only-normal-one.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRlosrsh_NI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ceyO_bGFtbg/s72-c/movie%2Bpics%2Bbucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6127440275981304814</id><published>2010-12-24T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:34:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep in Heavenly Peace....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRTnUhhhHiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wLDIDB8E8nc/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554318580237016610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRTnUhhhHiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wLDIDB8E8nc/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One more sleep until Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(isn't he so cute?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6127440275981304814?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6127440275981304814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6127440275981304814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6127440275981304814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6127440275981304814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-in-heavenly-peace.html' title='Sleep in Heavenly Peace....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRTnUhhhHiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wLDIDB8E8nc/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2213970938941821077</id><published>2010-12-21T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:05:04.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRDr8dJ2FRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GXH_Lr-20CM/s1600/christian-bale-sweaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553197764398421266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRDr8dJ2FRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GXH_Lr-20CM/s320/christian-bale-sweaty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He went from this (meow meow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to this.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRDr4VG3s1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/x2Y2lFRjQ2w/s1600/christianbale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553197693518984018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRDr4VG3s1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/x2Y2lFRjQ2w/s320/christianbale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CREEPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2213970938941821077?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2213970938941821077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2213970938941821077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2213970938941821077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2213970938941821077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-went-from-this-meow-meow-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TRDr8dJ2FRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GXH_Lr-20CM/s72-c/christian-bale-sweaty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6398347043392835987</id><published>2010-12-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:55:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grand Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQ7Cpa1FXOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cybRJvOnDh0/s1600/grand_america.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552589407426796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQ7Cpa1FXOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cybRJvOnDh0/s320/grand_america.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guess who gets to stay in this posh hotel with some grand gals for Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Yep, it's me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't be jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6398347043392835987?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6398347043392835987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6398347043392835987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6398347043392835987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6398347043392835987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/grand-evening.html' title='A Grand Evening'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQ7Cpa1FXOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cybRJvOnDh0/s72-c/grand_america.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7866809634677446639</id><published>2010-12-13T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:27:20.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor has it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQbx5qXFfsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9aKhz9mywZc/s1600/zac%2Bwith%2Bcamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550389563706670786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQbx5qXFfsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9aKhz9mywZc/s320/zac%2Bwith%2Bcamera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's SINGLE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(so, you're saying there's a chance?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7866809634677446639?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7866809634677446639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7866809634677446639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7866809634677446639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7866809634677446639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor has it.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQbx5qXFfsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9aKhz9mywZc/s72-c/zac%2Bwith%2Bcamera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2848842761101246068</id><published>2010-12-10T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:37:38.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridalplasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQLw9wfyqOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NeF3iglfh4Q/s1600/Bridalplasty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262634654804194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQLw9wfyqOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NeF3iglfh4Q/s320/Bridalplasty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;While at the gym today, I got sucked into this new "reality" tv show called Bridalplasty.  The girls on the show are trying to become the "perfect bride" by getting all sorts of plastic surgery.  While watching, one girl won and got a nose job.  At the end, the three bottom brides were picked by the others to stay or not to stay.  They chose by sitting at the table of the bride that they wanted to stay.   The girl that lost was a breast cancer survivor that wanted to get her boobs fixed.  The host said to her, "Your wedding will go on, but it won't be perfect!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAME!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and totally lame that I watched it, too!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2848842761101246068?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2848842761101246068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2848842761101246068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2848842761101246068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2848842761101246068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/bridalplasty.html' title='Bridalplasty'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQLw9wfyqOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NeF3iglfh4Q/s72-c/Bridalplasty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7953114218795207988</id><published>2010-12-09T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:53:48.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQFpmUAEJ4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/qDt3KP2t6E8/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548832322822088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQFpmUAEJ4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/qDt3KP2t6E8/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today is my mom's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;69th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What an old lady&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My mom was pretty funny.  She did and said some funny things...sometimes they weren't meant to be funny, but they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One that I LOVE actually happened during the holidays.  We had a rule in our house that whomever saw a cat barf, had to clean it up.  Well, I had seen one of our cats barf and I did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;  want to clean it up.  Blech.  So, I just left it there for one unsuspecting person aka mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My mom was putting away some jars in our fruit room and headed downstairs. Well, she came across the barf, but not before she started sliding in it.  Her adoring children were upstairs frosting cookies when we suddenly heard this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" Son of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:b*#@!%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;b*#@!%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, I am sliding in s*#!"&lt;/span&gt;  Um, it was pretty much one of the funniest things &lt;em&gt;EVER!!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Of course, there are many, many more stories about her.  She wasn't perfect, but she taught us some great things.  And, if I do say so myself, I think we all turned out pretty well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hope she gets a moment to celebrate her life and maybe eat some cake...if they have it in heaven. (which they totally should). I miss her and love her tons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;p.s I found this photo while cleaning out some stuff.  Isn't it pretty sweet?  This is my mom and her siblings.  My mom is the one with the big hair.  (ok, she is the one on the left) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7953114218795207988?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7953114218795207988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7953114218795207988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7953114218795207988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7953114218795207988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TQFpmUAEJ4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/qDt3KP2t6E8/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3836027611921530123</id><published>2010-11-27T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:08:06.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are my thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Am I the only one that thinks it's odd that someone would change their status from single to married just moments after getting hitched? If that blessed event ever happens in my life, I can think of a bazillion other things to do than that. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When it comes to exercising, I have a little devil and angel on my shoulder. The devil tells me that I am so tired after a long day of work and that I need to just relax. I usually never hear what the angel has to say. Dang it! I must be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My good friend, Miss M, sent me ten postcards with random thoughts on the back. It totally made my week. And, she is just as odd as I am, so I loved the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People magazine got it right with Ryan Reynolds. Oh delish. Next year? Ashton Kutcher or The Rock or Zac Efron. Ah heck, I ain't picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I just finished reading "Fast Food Nation" I loved it, but some parts made me want to vomit on my shoes. It was very interesting. I don't think I can ever visit a Mickey Dees again. Sorry, Ronald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. As I type this, Isaac is downstairs giggling. I love that. I didn't love that nasty diaper he gifted me earlier today, but I do still love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love taking Isaac to the grocery store and watching people trying to figure him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The movie "Tangled" is pretty darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When Disneyland came up with the slogan, "Happiest Place on Earth". Do you think that Walt had actually been to every place on earth? Who knows, maybe Chad is a really happy place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You know what a fun activity is? Going on to Weber County's website and typing in people you went to high school with and finding out if they served jail time. Super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus thought: I was almost ready to give up on Glee, but I have felt that last two episodes really redeemed itself. And, Miss Paltrow did a lovely lovely job as the substitute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3836027611921530123?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3836027611921530123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3836027611921530123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3836027611921530123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3836027611921530123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-are-my-thoughts.html' title='Here are my thoughts....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7717206052314525649</id><published>2010-11-26T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:29:50.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What up with that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/x_ipp1JbE7ncqz4Uyvzu7A"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/x_ipp1JbE7ncqz4Uyvzu7A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sis showed this little delightful gem to me.  I laughed. I hope you will laugh too!  I love the nod to John Stockton in this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7717206052314525649?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7717206052314525649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7717206052314525649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7717206052314525649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7717206052314525649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-up-with-that.html' title='What up with that....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7473421277546753475</id><published>2010-11-07T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:37:31.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your Many Blessings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNcoMIlZT-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/_DKJe1W0PY0/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536938455803187170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNcoMIlZT-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/_DKJe1W0PY0/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today, in Relief Society the closing song was "Count Your Many Blessings".  I love that song.  While singing it, I was reminded of my MTC district.  Every district, before leaving the MTC, would sing a song, in their foreign language, in their branch.  We were invited to do so.  We thought about singing, "I Know that My Redeemer Lives", but we were so terrible that we had to sing something with a little more pep and one that would sort of hide the fact that most of us could not sing.  We picked "Count Your Many Blessings"  Since then, every time I sing this song, it makes me laugh a little because of my MTC district. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;p.s Notice the Elder scowling at me...I had a HUGE crush on him!  And, I am pretty sure he had a crush on me, too.  Of course, we couldn't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I wish I were that skinny still, but not with that  hairdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7473421277546753475?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7473421277546753475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7473421277546753475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7473421277546753475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7473421277546753475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/count-your-many-blessings.html' title='Count your Many Blessings....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNcoMIlZT-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/_DKJe1W0PY0/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5996596869049304404</id><published>2010-11-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:26:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNWAg35OY-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/eJMU9tKP-hQ/s1600/hennessey+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536472619170030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNWAg35OY-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/eJMU9tKP-hQ/s320/hennessey+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I love this!  When the weather is lovely outside, this man in my ward rides his bike to church.  I just think it's so cute. (Can I say that about a man in his 80's?)  He rides his bike almost every Sunday during the summer and I have wanted to take a picture. As luck would have it, I happened to have my camera with me.  I had to drive very slowly behind him, so I wouldn't hit him and so he wouldn't get spooked (you know, like a horse and then ride off all crazy like).  I think I got a good one.  Oh, and he wears an Albert Einstein tie every week, too. See.... he is just cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5996596869049304404?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5996596869049304404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5996596869049304404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5996596869049304404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5996596869049304404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-this-when-weather-is-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNWAg35OY-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/eJMU9tKP-hQ/s72-c/hennessey+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6753488915420443190</id><published>2010-11-05T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:03:31.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following in my footsteps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNTCRydzZVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ePBUCXJ454E/s1600/hennessey+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536263452805522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNTCRydzZVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ePBUCXJ454E/s320/hennessey+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would bet that most people would be thrilled if their child or niece/nephew emulated them by doing something that they had taught them or something that the adult did.  Well, my adorable niece is just that type of girl.  Let me tell you, dear reader of Pretty Much Megan, a fun story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There once was a very cute and very outgoing (aka talkative) little second grader.  We shall call her Began.  Now Began was everyone's friend and didn't like to exclude anyone in her friendship circle, so everyone in Mrs. Jeweks (she was one of Began's favorite teachers) class was her friend.  Therefore, since everyone was her friend, she had to talk to &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of her friends.  Sometimes it was a hard job, but still managed and did so with such pizzazz and flair (ok, I just added that, but I am pretty sure it was the case!) Her teacher, however, was a little bit frustrated with Began's talking.  So, the teacher moved Began to several different tables hoping that maybe she would find someone that she didn't get along with and not talk to as much.  Well, if you remember the beginning of this delightful little story, this girl had no enemies...except for Johnny and that was in the first grade and he was just jealous because I (oops I mean Began) was such a super reader!  I digress.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This delightful little second graders teacher had a brilliant idea.  She moved Began to a table with ALL boys.  "This would stop that girl from talking!"  she thought.  But, unfortunately her plan failed and Began realized she had a captive audience.  When parent teacher conferences rolled around, Began's parents attended.  Her teacher said very nice things about her like, "She is such a great student, but I just CAN'T get her to stop talking!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, this delightful second grader grew up and became an aunt.  This girl's parents also went to parent teacher conferences.  Guess what they said about this adorable niece?  That's right....she talks too much in class!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A child after my (oops I mean Began's) own heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The End!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Birthday, BOO!!  Hope you had/have a great day!  I love you lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6753488915420443190?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6753488915420443190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6753488915420443190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6753488915420443190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6753488915420443190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/following-in-my-footsteps.html' title='Following in my footsteps.'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TNTCRydzZVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ePBUCXJ454E/s72-c/hennessey+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-791140432659370521</id><published>2010-11-04T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:19:22.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-ha -  Butterfly, Butterfly (The Last Hurrah) OFFICIAL VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/tueQ5aPl64k/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tueQ5aPl64k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tueQ5aPl64k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously?!  i pretty much love this band. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-791140432659370521?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/791140432659370521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=791140432659370521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/791140432659370521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/791140432659370521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-butterfly-butterfly-last-hurrah.html' title='A-ha -  Butterfly, Butterfly (The Last Hurrah) OFFICIAL VIDEO'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1062426716047191735</id><published>2010-10-28T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:13:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi - Livin' On A Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lDK9QqIzhwk/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lDK9QqIzhwk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lDK9QqIzhwk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super Exciting News!!!  Bon Jovi is FINALLY coming back to Utah.  They haven't been here for maybe 5 years or so.  I am totally going. Oh, how I wish they still had their crazy long and super big hair.  It should be on amazing concert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1062426716047191735?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1062426716047191735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1062426716047191735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1062426716047191735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1062426716047191735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/bon-jovi-livin-on-prayer.html' title='Bon Jovi - Livin&apos; On A Prayer'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-30683943032873257</id><published>2010-10-27T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:30:35.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TMjPIBzpzfI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zmEXEYRL4AU/s1600/jury-duty.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532899879055642098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TMjPIBzpzfI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zmEXEYRL4AU/s320/jury-duty.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right!  I am a lucky juror.  I have been selected to be on a jury for a case that has lasted two weeks.  We are in the home stretch.  Sitting in a jury box for hours can get a tad bit boring, so I have come up with my own list of things to do while sitting in a jury box and sometimes listening to the witnesses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. Give the lawyers nicknames.  I have chosen: Speedy G, Props, Chef Boyardee, and Loopy Lon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9. In your head, give your fellow jurors cute, stylish haircuts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. Come up with the dialogue between lawyers and judge at sidebar.  "I noticed that tie you are wearing.  Where did you get it?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7. Come up with the dialogue that the lawyers write on the little yellow post it notes that are passed back and forth. "Dude, I totally worked my legs yesterday at the gym and my bum is so sore.  Will you take this witness?  I can barely stand!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6. Figure out a way to get students and staff to stand up every time you enter the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5.  Come up with theme songs for all of the witnesses.  For example: It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!  But you could change the word party to trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. Make a list of all the words you NEVER want to hear again.....devastated, November, objections, vague, sustained, "let's go for another hour" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Imagine how the lawyers and judge spend their evenings.  I think one of the lawyers looks like he could be in an after hours band....like Midnight Oil.  I think the judge is a temple worker.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2.  "If I had to kiss this male witness, could I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Try super de duper hard to not either fall asleep, fart, or pee my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-30683943032873257?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/30683943032873257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=30683943032873257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/30683943032873257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/30683943032873257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/jury-duty.html' title='Jury Duty...'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TMjPIBzpzfI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zmEXEYRL4AU/s72-c/jury-duty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3190219091275100970</id><published>2010-10-16T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:30:17.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My love for the Farmers Market has blossomed from just sheer enjoyment to all out L-O-V-E!  I went today because it was the final day of the Downtown Farmers Market.  I had about $26 on me and these are the many fantastic things that I purchased:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a grundle of apples...two different varieties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;about 10 tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;one spaghetti squash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;two ginormous zucchini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;one mouthwatering raspberry tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a loaf of Jewish Rye Bread (from my fav. German Bakery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just love the way fresh produce taste and while I do love my local Dan's grocery store, nothing compares (did you just start thinking about Sinead O'Connor?  because I did) to the stuff I get from the farmers market.  I think I may start my own garden and call myself a farmer. boyhowdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3190219091275100970?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3190219091275100970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3190219091275100970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3190219091275100970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3190219091275100970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/farmers-market.html' title='Farmers Market'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1689533759880799516</id><published>2010-10-14T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:19:26.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom is calling.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Last Friday (October 8), I went to an 80's themed dinner group. I looked great. My hair was perfectly crimped and ratted, my blue eyeshadow looked electric and dynamite, and my self made A-ha t-shirt was looking great.  My group dined on some delicious Ethopian food.  I shared my plate with a delightful young man that seemed pretty cool.  We tore apart our bread stuff and scooped up the food while chatting it up.  I thought that I would like to get to know him better....note I didn't say I wanted to marry him or date him, but just interested in getting to know him better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, jump into your DeLoreans and fly into the future...this Wednesday( October 13), I went to a midsingles Institute class and yes, I did go partly so that I could talk to this guy. He didn't show up until after class was over and we were mingling.  I walked over to him and started talking to him.  He then pulled out his phone from his shirt pocket (and I am thinking, "Oh my gosh, he wants to get my number!  So cool!") and then says, "Oh, it's my mom calling.  I need to answer this."  He then says, "Well, it was nice talking with you."  And then walks off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I told my friend that I guessed if a guy would rather talk to his mom then talking to me, that is not a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rejection sucks donkeys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1689533759880799516?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1689533759880799516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1689533759880799516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1689533759880799516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1689533759880799516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-mom-is-calling.html' title='My mom is calling.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1300766169883352386</id><published>2010-10-10T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:02:58.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...I am without words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TLJ9dOXag9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mvaG3MVjBLw/s1600/bodysuit+dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526617633763001298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TLJ9dOXag9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mvaG3MVjBLw/s320/bodysuit+dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, maybe I have a few words.  A group of us did American Cancer Society's Strides for Breast Cancer.  It was pretty cool.  There were a ton of people all dressed up in different outfits, but the kicker was this dude in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green bodysuit&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And, let me just tell, dear readers, there was not much left to the imagination.....if you catch my drift!&lt;/span&gt;  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1300766169883352386?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1300766169883352386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1300766169883352386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1300766169883352386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1300766169883352386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/umi-am-without-words.html' title='Um...I am without words!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TLJ9dOXag9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mvaG3MVjBLw/s72-c/bodysuit+dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3549711619582643371</id><published>2010-10-07T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:38:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite.......</title><content type='html'>My favorite thing this week, so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of my students, who was wearing mittens, started using them for hand puppets.  It was hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3549711619582643371?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3549711619582643371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3549711619582643371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3549711619582643371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3549711619582643371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorite.html' title='Favorite.......'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5951631641384480265</id><published>2010-10-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:20:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading through people's statuses on Facebook.  I think I just need to give that whole thing up, but one person put that Boyd K. Packer was an embarassment. To be honest, it made me really sad.  I dearly love our prophet and I love our apostles, too.  I know that what they say isn't going to be popular with the world and it may not even be popular with many members of the LDS church, but I have faith that they do know what is best for me.  I don't follow their counsel blindly.  I pray about it and receive confirmation for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't criticize leaders of other faiths, so it makes me really sad when people choose to criticize my church leaders.  I guess I just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5951631641384480265?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5951631641384480265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5951631641384480265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5951631641384480265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5951631641384480265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-reading-through-peoples-statuses.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2684144801037839172</id><published>2010-10-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:29:26.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TKpwRe9fqqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/qinoRnj6O4A/s1600/pink+ribbon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524351338594413218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TKpwRe9fqqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/qinoRnj6O4A/s320/pink+ribbon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  It's something that has affected my life personally and I am sure almost everyone out there.  My challenge to you this month, wear pink in honor of someone who has had the disease and beat it or someone who fought hard, but didn't beat it.  It's a simple way of honoring some amazing women (and some men, too!)  Also, I will be participating in the Strides for Breast Cancer (or something like that) this Saturday at Liberty Park.  It should be pretty cool.  I will be walking for my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to those that are currently battling this.  God Bless You! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2684144801037839172?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2684144801037839172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2684144801037839172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2684144801037839172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2684144801037839172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-is-breast-cancer-awareness.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TKpwRe9fqqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/qinoRnj6O4A/s72-c/pink+ribbon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3271372364873409121</id><published>2010-09-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:15:55.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Jealous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But, I am pretty sure that one of my students has a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; on me. However, it's not the cute, "I am going to draw Miss Megan a picture and hope that she hangs it up" kind of crush. No siree! It's more like a "While Miss Megan is talking to someone, I am going to hit her arm with a heavy plastic dinosaur and hope that she looks at me or during lunch I am going to throw chunks of my roll at her head and then when she leaves to go on her break, I will scoot after her and get &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;frosting&lt;/span&gt; all over my bum" kind of crush. Um, it's cute....sort of! What can I say, I like the kid?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have I mentioned HOW MUCH I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; MY CLASS this year?! I seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a few examples why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman and IronMan were two of my students yesterday. yep, Halloween costumes are already making an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students looks like the boy scout from &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;UP!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously so cute. I could just hang him on a charm bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my students are diggin &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;. My kind of kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3271372364873409121?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3271372364873409121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3271372364873409121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3271372364873409121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3271372364873409121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-be-jealous.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Jealous...'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1169088615916949687</id><published>2010-09-23T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:05:56.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Goal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520245271744665698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJvZ079e2GI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TP_k3BB6XEw/s320/Audrey_Hepburn_in_Funny_Face_Wedding_Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At the beginning of the year, my friends and I all decided upon dates that we were going to get married to the man of our dreams.(Did that sound like we were all getting married to one man? Big Love style? Not what I meant) I picked September 23, 2010. If you didn't receive an invitation....don't you fret. No one did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Instead I will be heading here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJvaOwtmGvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UH9GRG656TA/s1600/chipotle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520245715401841394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJvaOwtmGvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UH9GRG656TA/s320/chipotle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to dine on one of their tasty pork burritos and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;heading off to do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJva8wp_bsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7SZGpjMgYwU/s1600/Tap-Shoes_A1DBA621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520246505660706498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJva8wp_bsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7SZGpjMgYwU/s320/Tap-Shoes_A1DBA621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="" fs="  Sounds"&gt;&lt;param value=" name="&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0?fs=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJvZ079e2GI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TP_k3BB6XEw/s1600" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a crazy night, doesn't it?! Enjoy the vid.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, the goal will be tried out next year, too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1169088615916949687?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1169088615916949687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1169088615916949687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1169088615916949687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1169088615916949687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/09/jk-wedding-entrance-dance.html' title='A Goal....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TJvZ079e2GI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TP_k3BB6XEw/s72-c/Audrey_Hepburn_in_Funny_Face_Wedding_Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6521534535949099130</id><published>2010-09-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:55:23.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few thoughts or two....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have been such a blogger slacker lately.  I just thought that I would share a few thoughts of the last few weeks or so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. I LOVE LOVE my class this year.  They are so cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. I miss G.  One of my students that was supposed to be in my class, but two days before G was to start, they pulled him out due to finances.  I am still sad about it.  That kid just made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. While discussing possible Halloween ideas with my staff, they all decided on different rock stars that they were going to be.  Guess who they decided I could be?  Um...Mary Poppins?  Really?  Don't get me wrong, I love her, but isn't there a rock star out there that I could be?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. I started tap dancing again.  It just makes my feet happy to be shufflin' off to buffalo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. Since I am currently not in school, I have a goal to read a book a week.  I just finished reading, "The Glass Castle" by Jeannette Walls.  I read it in three days.  It was so good!!  I couldn't put it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6. Glee starts up on Tuesday.  HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7. Yes, I did watch every episode of Bachelor Pad.  Am I trashy trashy or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8.  I love Fall.  It is probably my favorite season.  I can't wait for the leaves to change colors and to start falling.  I love running through them and crunching them with my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;9. I finally bought a new purse. (after my last one was stolen...sigh).  I love it.  It's big.  It is probably bigger than my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;10. One of my adorable students keeps calling me Mommy.  That sort of makes my uterus hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;11. I am going to start volunteering as an usher for Capitol Theater.  I think it will be super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6521534535949099130?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6521534535949099130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6521534535949099130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6521534535949099130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6521534535949099130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-few-thoughts-or-two.html' title='Just a few thoughts or two....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5413405903378773564</id><published>2010-09-07T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:10:33.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbUPv-EVeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VyygaZ_G_NA/s1600/kids+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514328160801674722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbUPv-EVeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VyygaZ_G_NA/s320/kids+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been 13 years since my dad passed away.  I miss him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5413405903378773564?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5413405903378773564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5413405903378773564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5413405903378773564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5413405903378773564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/09/ps.html' title='p.s'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbUPv-EVeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VyygaZ_G_NA/s72-c/kids+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-54611432510180844</id><published>2010-09-07T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:07:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once Upon a Time there were two lovely sisters......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR_3F-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HhGfiM9NMf4/s1600/shanny+and+me+in+the+airport.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514325688812725474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR_3F-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HhGfiM9NMf4/s320/shanny+and+me+in+the+airport.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these lovely sisters worked together at this place.  (they loved it and hated it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR5LoTAKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7Yi7QmLIHco/s1600/kirt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514325574066307234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR5LoTAKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7Yi7QmLIHco/s320/kirt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They shared many good times together...spilling fry sauce all over the place, chasing each other around the dining room and having the lady from Maverick call to tell them to get back to work, eating food after hours and on and on and on.  But, the one thing that they would chat about, while at work, was that someday they would move back in together, get a fancy red sports car, get really large, order jumbo hamburgers, and diet cokes.  It was something that from time to time they would laugh about and remind each other that someday it would happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR0DXrTXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5ET_2H3OVpk/s1600/corvette_c6_14_06_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514325485949767026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR0DXrTXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5ET_2H3OVpk/s320/corvette_c6_14_06_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, these two lovely sisters are about 10 years away from seeing this dream become a reality.  And, the one sister is going to finally get a FREAKIN' CAT!! then she can be the creepy cat lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, these two sisters with live in spinsterhood happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-54611432510180844?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/54611432510180844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=54611432510180844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/54611432510180844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/54611432510180844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/09/story.html' title='A story....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TIbR_3F-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HhGfiM9NMf4/s72-c/shanny+and+me+in+the+airport.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6219070985281473896</id><published>2010-09-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:20:53.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TH7fXPy0yuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w_nMuewZnMU/s1600/liahona.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512088584417757922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TH7fXPy0yuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w_nMuewZnMU/s320/liahona.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This was on the cover of my ward's sacrament program. I thought to myself, "What is a spaceship doing on the front." I even asked my friend about it. I then realized that it just might be the Liahona. Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6219070985281473896?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6219070985281473896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6219070985281473896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6219070985281473896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6219070985281473896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/09/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TH7fXPy0yuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w_nMuewZnMU/s72-c/liahona.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1252552385541560667</id><published>2010-08-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:05:13.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henson's  11</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1Q7f-fPXcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1Q7f-fPXcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!!  If you love the Muppets, this will make you laugh. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1252552385541560667?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1252552385541560667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1252552385541560667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1252552385541560667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1252552385541560667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/hensons-11.html' title='Henson&apos;s  11'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6372032980716559525</id><published>2010-08-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:22:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She &amp; Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/THgqfYU6i6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/a03aNAwGZU4/s1600/shehim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510200862682287010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/THgqfYU6i6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/a03aNAwGZU4/s320/shehim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/W18_OO8TD78/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W18_OO8TD78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W18_OO8TD78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Marie and I went to the last Twilight Concert at Pioneer Park.  She &amp;amp; Him were playing.  I like their music. I like the adorable Zooey Deschanel.  I liked that she played some cool ukelele like instrument.  I liked that the whole band jumped up and down as they sang.  I liked that Zooey played the tambourine.  I think I want to get one now, along with some bangs and a cool vintagey dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; However, I did not like all the smells at Pioneer Park....beer, smoke (of different varieties), body odor, body function fluids etc.  I did not like that I had to pull out my powers of feistiness and tell the tall boys to move because they were standing in my way...okay, I liked telling them, just a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, overall it was most delightful.  I had fun with Miss Marie and I enjoyed a very delightful concert.  I would certainly go see them again.  Check out the vid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I am going to go watch 500 days of Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6372032980716559525?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6372032980716559525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6372032980716559525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6372032980716559525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6372032980716559525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-him-in-sun-music-video.html' title='She &amp; Him'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/THgqfYU6i6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/a03aNAwGZU4/s72-c/shehim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6300065667190530033</id><published>2010-08-20T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:29:05.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this kid.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7kiaX6PSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RrHdmto74WA/s1600/New+York+356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507590674166988066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7kiaX6PSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RrHdmto74WA/s320/New+York+356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite things when I have a kiddo in my car!( I love the little hand sticking out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7kRXhj46I/AAAAAAAAAjg/NziI-unMjzc/s1600/New+York+354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507590381344383906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7kRXhj46I/AAAAAAAAAjg/NziI-unMjzc/s320/New+York+354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7j_nwPWHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Pbynz65TzXI/s1600/New+York+355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507590076463274098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7j_nwPWHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Pbynz65TzXI/s320/New+York+355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7jocdKr3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/QgHgwjaksQ4/s1600/New+York+353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507589678293495666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7jocdKr3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/QgHgwjaksQ4/s320/New+York+353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7jU_b4-jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/N8sxHzXBFiU/s1600/New+York+349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507589344085998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7jU_b4-jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/N8sxHzXBFiU/s320/New+York+349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid even when he bites me, pinches me, pulls down my shirt for the whole world to see what the good Lord gave me.  I still love him.  His laugh makes me happy.  The way he dances makes me giggle and his little kisses, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6300065667190530033?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6300065667190530033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6300065667190530033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6300065667190530033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6300065667190530033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-this-kid.html' title='I love this kid.....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TG7kiaX6PSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/RrHdmto74WA/s72-c/New+York+356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7476662649404879293</id><published>2010-08-10T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:09:03.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Falls Stood Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TGHbh7a8hII/AAAAAAAAAjA/hcQ2FFFw9Jw/s1600/the-day-the-falls-stood-still.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503921595556332674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TGHbh7a8hII/AAAAAAAAAjA/hcQ2FFFw9Jw/s320/the-day-the-falls-stood-still.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever read a book that is just so beautiful and yet, haunting?  This book was both and I loved it.  I just could not put it down.  It's so great to have books that draw a reader in and take them along on the adventure.  I almost didn't want it to end.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7476662649404879293?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7476662649404879293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7476662649404879293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7476662649404879293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7476662649404879293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-falls-stood-still.html' title='The Day the Falls Stood Still'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TGHbh7a8hII/AAAAAAAAAjA/hcQ2FFFw9Jw/s72-c/the-day-the-falls-stood-still.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4515497055511570933</id><published>2010-08-07T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:43:26.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-ha!!  aka meow meow Morten Harket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF3ERP7rFJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3cjT4BMTOYU/s1600/New+York+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502770120330253458" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF2_RUnEVqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7Z4Om8fszlw/s1600/New+York+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502764624027866786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF2_RUnEVqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7Z4Om8fszlw/s320/New+York+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF2-_J20U3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/TQlR7VaA8oA/s1600/New+York+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502764311903490930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF2-_J20U3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/TQlR7VaA8oA/s320/New+York+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF2-mE7q9AI/AAAAAAAAAgw/O8NFtyHpynM/s1600/New+York+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502763881084941314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF2-mE7q9AI/AAAAAAAAAgw/O8NFtyHpynM/s320/New+York+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-ha , a fantastic 80's band and my first concert ever, decided to hang up their hats and bid fond farewell. They decided to play a few cities in the U.S, so my sister and I decided to be crazy groupies and go to New York to see them for one last time. It was so great! We even tried to get tickets for their Saturday show. I think the ticket lady got sick of telling us that they were sold out. We tried about 3 times. I even mangaged to still fit in my old concert shirt from when I first saw them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4515497055511570933?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4515497055511570933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4515497055511570933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4515497055511570933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4515497055511570933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/ha-aka-meow-meow-morten-harket.html' title='A-ha!!  aka meow meow Morten Harket!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF3ERP7rFJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3cjT4BMTOYU/s72-c/New+York+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-9148934481978448390</id><published>2010-08-07T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:09:24.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF26hKRDdVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UkU9qLiU7dU/s1600/New+York+263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502759398570947922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF26hKRDdVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UkU9qLiU7dU/s320/New+York+263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barbershop in Harlem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF26BmfMwMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/KBvXlOLIShQ/s1600/New+York+247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502758856390656194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF26BmfMwMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/KBvXlOLIShQ/s320/New+York+247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dakota....apartment building where John Lennon lived and was killed. Guards stand there at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF25lAAdukI/AAAAAAAAAgY/IKEBbmjf9xU/s1600/New+York+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502758365024860738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF25lAAdukI/AAAAAAAAAgY/IKEBbmjf9xU/s320/New+York+240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manhattan Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF25LkBVtUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tx-PcL12u1w/s1600/New+York+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502757928015607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF25LkBVtUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tx-PcL12u1w/s320/New+York+205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/11 memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF241sY2T1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/h0_TIf10q3g/s1600/New+York+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502757552304574290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF241sY2T1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/h0_TIf10q3g/s320/New+York+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch "Project Runway" then you know this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF24fgwzm2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/qlbgcHI8-0U/s1600/New+York+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502757171226712930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF24fgwzm2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/qlbgcHI8-0U/s320/New+York+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF24EkwTCzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/D5ICq8Z0gug/s1600/New+York+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502756708441852722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF24EkwTCzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/D5ICq8Z0gug/s320/New+York+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather in a gift shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF23sgxLyEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/udo9fN7UJjk/s1600/New+York+186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502756295054968898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF23sgxLyEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/udo9fN7UJjk/s320/New+York+186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get a picture of the skyline, but just got my big head instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF23RQF-RcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6PqVbQxa1yc/s1600/New+York+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502755826722293186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF23RQF-RcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6PqVbQxa1yc/s320/New+York+176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute French guy on the ferry to see Miss Lady Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF22_5Jh-MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CYCutb3ExAc/s1600/New+York+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502755528505424066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF22_5Jh-MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CYCutb3ExAc/s320/New+York+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF22qSpw64I/AAAAAAAAAfY/RfEUWWnOL5o/s1600/New+York+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502755157394385794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF22qSpw64I/AAAAAAAAAfY/RfEUWWnOL5o/s320/New+York+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF22P5_oUpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/M3CfwpO3jLc/s1600/New+York+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502754704098611858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF22P5_oUpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/M3CfwpO3jLc/s320/New+York+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite picture from the trip. I didn't want to pay the price for the pictures they take for you, but I thought this was funny, so I took a picture of it when I thought no one was looking. Someone was looking and I got in trouble, but I still got the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21-itXFYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZK8YM_lM9c8/s1600/New+York+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502754405790193026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21-itXFYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZK8YM_lM9c8/s320/New+York+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21vI-4A_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/R249qhjXXtE/s1600/New+York+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502754141186294770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21vI-4A_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/R249qhjXXtE/s320/New+York+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather at the top of the Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21gX5TW0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/dj_1VJesRZg/s1600/New+York+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502753887491414850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21gX5TW0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/dj_1VJesRZg/s320/New+York+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend, Salami. Yep, like the meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21StYKmEI/AAAAAAAAAew/A9THdgG9sEU/s1600/New+York+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502753652739840066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF21StYKmEI/AAAAAAAAAew/A9THdgG9sEU/s320/New+York+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Rockerfeller Plaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for some reason, it's letting me add more.  We did lots and had lots of fun!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-9148934481978448390?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/9148934481978448390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=9148934481978448390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/9148934481978448390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/9148934481978448390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TF26hKRDdVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/UkU9qLiU7dU/s72-c/New+York+263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6120521569581413581</id><published>2010-08-07T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:13:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Cruise on Home Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/TXGCGZa8YkE/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXGCGZa8YkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXGCGZa8YkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6120521569581413581?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6120521569581413581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6120521569581413581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6120521569581413581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6120521569581413581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/tom-cruise-on-home-teaching.html' title='Tom Cruise on Home Teaching'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2275072541162574311</id><published>2010-08-04T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:39:42.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The following is a text that I got from my sister.  It's  a conversation she had with her daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boo:  How come you know so much about my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom: Because I am your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boo:  No, you aren't my mom.  You are my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom: What's the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boo: A mom is someone that is in their 20's.  A mother is someone that is 30 and older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2275072541162574311?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2275072541162574311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2275072541162574311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2275072541162574311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2275072541162574311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/08/following-is-text-that-i-got-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-3450795804850310213</id><published>2010-07-31T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:29:40.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TFToyRyPlpI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SjHjJS6jiGM/s1600/Grease20Widescreen1058front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500276995391461010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TFToyRyPlpI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SjHjJS6jiGM/s320/Grease20Widescreen1058front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Grease sing -a-long is pretty much the most fun a girl can have without getting drunk! (only kidding about the getting drunk part)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But, it was so much fun! I even got up and danced during, "You're the One that I Want". The lady sitting next to me got up and danced with me. She was hilarious! If anyone wants to go....I will gladly go again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LOVED IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-3450795804850310213?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3450795804850310213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=3450795804850310213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3450795804850310213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/3450795804850310213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/grease-sing-long-is-pretty-much-most.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TFToyRyPlpI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SjHjJS6jiGM/s72-c/Grease20Widescreen1058front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-8123963149629806208</id><published>2010-07-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:31:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TFJS8EYfDDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1t8KBdugVu0/s1600/Elenor+Powell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499549286894865458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TFJS8EYfDDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1t8KBdugVu0/s320/Elenor+Powell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I was a little girl the one thing that I loved to do was dance.  I had had my adenoids out on the day of dance class and still asked my mom if I could go.  I was that much in love with dancing.  I even called my leotard a teolard.  How cute is that?  I still love to dance.  It just revives my spirits and makes me feel like the world is good again and that I am good again.  Well, someone in this world has made things right.  Saturday, July 31st is National Dance Day.  How fantastic is that?  Even if I have to turn on some music in my bedroom, I will find a time to dance.  I may find myself down at UVU dancing with the rest of the peeps celebrating this great day.  Wanna join me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I can't wait for fall because then I can start tap dancing up again.  And, Zumba....oh, how I have missed thee?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DANCE DAY TO YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;  I hope you find the time to tap your toes and wiggle your bootie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;p.s the picture is of Fred Astaire and Eleanor Powell.  Eleanor Powell created the tap dancing step that I finally mastered and was rather proud when I did so.  My hats off to her.  Man, I wish I had her gams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-8123963149629806208?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8123963149629806208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=8123963149629806208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8123963149629806208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8123963149629806208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-was-little-girl-one-thing-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TFJS8EYfDDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1t8KBdugVu0/s72-c/Elenor+Powell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6501851110787071209</id><published>2010-07-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:56:20.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned from Wicked......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TEznIhL1tWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/v6bmAC0llqw/s1600/300px-Wicked_at_Lagoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498023378645529954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TEznIhL1tWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/v6bmAC0llqw/s320/300px-Wicked_at_Lagoon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My sister and I had a rip-roarin good time at Lagoon.  I highly recommend going on Pioneer Day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It may seem odd that I learned something from a silly, crazy ride, but I did.  And, I would like to impart my wisdom to all of my devoted readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Sometimes scary things can come zoomin' at you really fast.  Sometimes the best option is just to close your eyes and let it pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.  When going through the unknown or the hills in life, it's totally okay to grab someone's hand.  And, it's perfectly ok if you don't know that person.  When zooming head first down the big hill, I got a little scared and grabbed the hand of the girl sitting next to me.  There wasn't much else to hold onto.  Thankfully, she and her mom just laughed about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. You can either laugh or cry...when the crazy stuff starts.  I prefer to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Hold onto your cell phone, water bottle, and chapstick.  It could go flying out at anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. It's funny that we will wait in a really long line for something so wild and yet, the ride is over so fast....maybe that is how life is.  The long line is where we find joy in the journey and life is the ride that is over way too fast.  It's important to enjoy the moments in the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. When riding rides, we are almost always sitting with other people.  We really aren't ever alone.  That's a good one for me to remember. God doesn't leave us alone to go through this life. (and Lagoon attendants won't let us ride alone, either!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. The rules of the ride are there to help us enjoy it and to not get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. Get in, sit down, hold on tight, scream if you must, but ENJOY YOUR RIDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6501851110787071209?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6501851110787071209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6501851110787071209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6501851110787071209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6501851110787071209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-i-learned-from-wicked.html' title='Things I learned from Wicked......'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TEznIhL1tWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/v6bmAC0llqw/s72-c/300px-Wicked_at_Lagoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1662872425395986341</id><published>2010-07-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:59:03.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. I am going to Lagoon tomorrow with my lil sis. I haven't been in years and I am looking forward to it. It brings back great memories of going with my dad. We would go on his work days, take the bus down (which was always an adventure) and stay the whole day. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flying grasshoppers hitting you while trying to eat delicious cheesecake is so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I made freezer jam. I felt like a good Mormon woman. Now, If I can just learn how to crochet around burp rags. Ah, who am I kidding? I don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Advantages to wearing the big chunky ortho boot.....using the elevator at the temple! That's what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever felt really lonely, even when with friends? I have been struggling with this a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish there was a way to combine my love of reading with a really cool job. Working at Barnes and Nobles is not what I am going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really miss dancing. I can't wait until my back and feet are all better so I can dance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am totally loving Ray LaMontague (may have spelled it wrong). His voice is like butta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I think I want to learn how to sew. Think of all the possibilities! I could sew my own costumes and such. Then I could make that u-knits (member those?) jumpsuit that I never got to make in 1987. Totally kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I just discovered Sonic Chillers. De to the licious. Oh man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1662872425395986341?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1662872425395986341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1662872425395986341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1662872425395986341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1662872425395986341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4030040450710587718</id><published>2010-07-17T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:10:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neverending Story Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xqqznGmAQAI/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqqznGmAQAI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqqznGmAQAI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my favorite movies, as a child.  Millcreek showed in yesterday for their movies in the park.  I LOVED IT!!  It brought back some great memories of watching it with my sis.  The 80's really did produce some fantastic shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4030040450710587718?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4030040450710587718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4030040450710587718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4030040450710587718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4030040450710587718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/neverending-story-trailer.html' title='The Neverending Story Trailer'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-8895219121325461587</id><published>2010-07-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:59:21.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Bob Ross is cool (and if he were still with us, why he would be a cool friend!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TEIXHMSuBkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QjiRtr1x0ec/s1600/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494979907671688770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TEIXHMSuBkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QjiRtr1x0ec/s320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was babysitting the other night, the kid was alseep, so I did some channel surfing.  I came acrossed an old episode of the Joy of Painting with Bob Ross.  It was like a train wreck that I could not turn  away from.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here are my reasons as to why Bob Ross is super cool and why he would make a great friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. If you sucked at something and called yourself a failure, he would have a really nice comeback.  Say you messed up on a painting, he would say that there are no mistakes.  I would want him to follow me around all day just to tell me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. I am pretty much convinced that if he were to read me a bedtime story,  I would be asleep so fast.  He has that ridiculously soothing voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. The hair.  That alone just makes him so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Think of how fun it would be to paint with him.  I would not feel horrible about my attempts because I think he would tell me that it looked good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. How can a guy that uses the terms, "Happy trees or happy clouds" not be just about the coolest thing ever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. He has a the best names for all the colors he uses...titanium white etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. I think he would probably like the Farmer's Market and he would go with me to buy a zucchini or something as delish as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. If he were my friend, I think I would probably get a painting for my birthday.  Ok, so his painting style is not really my preference, but it would still be a nice gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-8895219121325461587?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8895219121325461587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=8895219121325461587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8895219121325461587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8895219121325461587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-bob-ross-is-cool-and-if-he-were.html' title='Why Bob Ross is cool (and if he were still with us, why he would be a cool friend!)'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TEIXHMSuBkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QjiRtr1x0ec/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-1384141945022203364</id><published>2010-07-13T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:37:23.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Pillsbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am pretty much in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; with Emma Pillsbury's (from Glee) sweet vintage look. If only I could dress like she does, I would be in heaven. Seriously. But, where does one go to find such great clothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TD0gbkFPeII/AAAAAAAAAd8/rPutMxM0FPg/s1600/emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493582778376091778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TD0gbkFPeII/AAAAAAAAAd8/rPutMxM0FPg/s320/emma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well....at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/span&gt;! That's where. They not only have wonderful skirts, shirts, and pants. They have the cutest aprons, door knobs, pillows, shower curtains etc. I just love window shopping in this store. It makes me feel a little French and rich. But, since I pretty much live on a teeny tiny teachers (love the alliteration!) salary, I can just wish and hope for an Anthropologie wardrobe someday and to adorn my body with adorable clothes like Miss Pillsbury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TD0hpOKgm7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Bq307NbSUGc/s1600/anthro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493584112522402738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TD0hpOKgm7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/Bq307NbSUGc/s320/anthro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But, I was pretty excited when I went into the Antique Mall and found this sweet curtain that has a great pattern on it. I am hoping I can sweet talk someone into making it into a skirt for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-1384141945022203364?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1384141945022203364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=1384141945022203364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1384141945022203364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/1384141945022203364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/emma-pillsbury.html' title='Emma Pillsbury'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TD0gbkFPeII/AAAAAAAAAd8/rPutMxM0FPg/s72-c/emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6006915792431108274</id><published>2010-07-06T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:28:57.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday, Dosh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPxJasyF-I/AAAAAAAAAds/8MvMO-b_Yrw/s1600/josh+asleep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490997514783037410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPxJasyF-I/AAAAAAAAAds/8MvMO-b_Yrw/s320/josh+asleep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPxBOGk6cI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QVyGTih4vUc/s1600/josh+in+the+gift+shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490997373962611138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPxBOGk6cI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QVyGTih4vUc/s320/josh+in+the+gift+shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPw7WuJLJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Cpzpcq4ZMa0/s1600/family+in+arizona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490997273196833938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPw7WuJLJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Cpzpcq4ZMa0/s320/family+in+arizona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This kid is turning 16!!  He's pretty fantastic.  Here are some things that I love about him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* He is a really good kid.  He will still let me hug him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* He towers over me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Before I went on my mission, I watched him every day and I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*When I was leaving to go on my mission, he must have forgotten who I was because he was giving me some delightful crusties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* He is the first grandchild, on the Keeney side, so he had his Grandma Kaye wrapped around his little finger.....most of the food at the house was for him and he could stay up for hours watching Cartoon Network.  (okay, that kindof makes me sound a little bitter, but sometimes I just wanted to eat a can of Spaghetti O's and watch Felicity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* He once said (as he was putting his pajamas on), "Sometimes I fall over when I only have one leg!"  Um...okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* On a trip to Island Park, he was my driving buddy.  He was 6, but it was still fun.  I would tease him about driving so I could sleep.  His response was, "but I'm only 6" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Diving in the hot tub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Sleepovers at my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* I loved that he participated in the celebration program for the Draper Temple.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* He wanted (and may still) to grow up and be like his dad. That's really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* He told me once some tips that Grandma Kaye taught him, "Always eat your fruits and vegetables and if something is hot, eat the outer edges first while the middle cools down." Pretty smart kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*I love him oodles and I hope that he has a fantastic birthday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6006915792431108274?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6006915792431108274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6006915792431108274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6006915792431108274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6006915792431108274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-16th-birthday-dosh.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday, Dosh!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TDPxJasyF-I/AAAAAAAAAds/8MvMO-b_Yrw/s72-c/josh+asleep.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6403381044752909970</id><published>2010-07-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:31:10.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/performers/grease-singalong-/P0-001-000224223-8/demand?confirmed_url=/competitions/grease2010/confirmed&amp;amp;source=codecopy&amp;amp;utm_source=widget&amp;amp;utm_medium=competition&amp;amp;utm_campaign=share_tool_grease_dc" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img height="433" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/reporting/performers/stickers/spid/P0-001-000224223-8/sticker_400x433.png" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is pretty much the most exciting things EVER!!  However, it's not coming to Salt Lake City....insert super sad face.  But, we can demand it.  Just click on the demand it sign!  This would pretty much turn my frown upside down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6403381044752909970?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6403381044752909970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6403381044752909970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6403381044752909970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6403381044752909970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-pretty-much-most-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-7734502296572945661</id><published>2010-07-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:37:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;BIRDS&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really love waking up in the morning and listening to your beautiful, happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chirping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  It really does make me happy.  But, must you use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My newly cleaned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE CAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as a toilet?  Can't you aim your little bird behinds the other direction, so that it hits the grass and not my car.  It's just a little something to make it a pleasant day for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;both of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Megan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-7734502296572945661?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7734502296572945661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=7734502296572945661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7734502296572945661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/7734502296572945661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-birds-i-really-love-waking-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-2617659397783606977</id><published>2010-07-01T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:21:37.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He can bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzpisJrfRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FcGWS3yEiU4/s1600/Justin-Timberlake-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489018828034374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzpisJrfRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FcGWS3yEiU4/s320/Justin-Timberlake-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gOHvDP_vCs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gOHvDP_vCs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you think I could bring this back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzp6VGhttI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7rfCAieuxxo/s1600/poncho+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489019234163996370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzp6VGhttI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7rfCAieuxxo/s320/poncho+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzqI4iBHKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eaSKmLDQb3Q/s1600/poncho+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489019484192709794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzqI4iBHKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eaSKmLDQb3Q/s320/poncho+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just saying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-2617659397783606977?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2617659397783606977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=2617659397783606977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2617659397783606977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/2617659397783606977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/07/if.html' title='IF......'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TCzpisJrfRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FcGWS3yEiU4/s72-c/Justin-Timberlake-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-8241163144489661207</id><published>2010-06-28T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:00:51.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do when bored on a Sunday part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsx4AKvzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kHqX-Vm6czw/s1600/foot+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037225030139698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsx4AKvzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kHqX-Vm6czw/s320/foot+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsqmt_ZQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2cCDshM7HCU/s1600/iv+picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488037100131411202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsqmt_ZQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2cCDshM7HCU/s320/iv+picture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsjvxgFyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PGDZ17ROnu8/s1600/culture+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488036982302971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsjvxgFyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PGDZ17ROnu8/s320/culture+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsbwRwPDI/AAAAAAAAAck/TFQ_fw_II1c/s1600/nurse+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488036844999294002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsbwRwPDI/AAAAAAAAAck/TFQ_fw_II1c/s320/nurse+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsRWK1aRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tHUCUsRXWW8/s1600/dr.+shanny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488036666192259346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsRWK1aRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tHUCUsRXWW8/s320/dr.+shanny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yep, I made another freaking trip to the ER.  I have been having some back pains for over a month now and it was just so stinkin' painful.  It was really hard to sleep at night and I felt like an 80 year old trying to hoist myself out of bed each morning.  Ugh.  For someone that has a needle and hospital phobia, I can't seem to keep myself away from them....especially those blasted needles.  They took an X-ray on my chest and then my foot, took some blood, and did some cultures (thus the bottles that look like tabasco sauce), deaden my foot, and then stuck another needle in it to extract some fluids.  Uh, yea...that one hurt like a mother!  I could feel it going into my joints.  The doc told me that I had an infection in my foot, that's why I was probably feeling like I wanted to toss my cookies every time I stood up and my heart rate was super high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The high points were:  The doctor looked like a clean cut version of Jared Leto....meow!  I was not upset everytime he came into the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was telling my sisters about this sappy church song and then proceeded to sing it when a tech came into the room.  Oh, a bit embarassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I felt like I was going to throw up just as the 12 year old x-ray tech came to get me.  I then started to cry and he bolted.  Aw, boys!  What wimps?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Laughing with my sisters!  We were there until 3 in the freakin' a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Steve, the non-wimpy x-ray tech.  He was pretty cool and even offered to take me for a spin (in my wheelchair) outside.  I was tempted, but declined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All the staff were pretty cool and really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-8241163144489661207?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8241163144489661207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=8241163144489661207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8241163144489661207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/8241163144489661207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-to-do-when-bored-on-sunday-part.html' title='Things to do when bored on a Sunday part 2'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TClsx4AKvzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kHqX-Vm6czw/s72-c/foot+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6369840706847640405</id><published>2010-06-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:27:24.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things to Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nczw6xHJ0I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nczw6xHJ0I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good message for a Monday Evening.  It just rings so true for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6369840706847640405?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6369840706847640405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6369840706847640405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6369840706847640405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6369840706847640405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-things-to-come.html' title='Good things to Come!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-4587461417569070048</id><published>2010-06-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:28:47.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6i6jETfBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UhexMVYc2wM/s1600/kids+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485000522913250322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6i6jETfBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UhexMVYc2wM/s320/kids+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6ipVr5TeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PRny7DF_Tho/s1600/dad+with+kids.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6fZ3mWgaI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AnrUTewEj1I/s1600/my+dad+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today makes me really miss my dad, but it also makes me really excited to see him again. I think of all the dads that Heavenly Father has blessed me with and I feel so lucky and blessed. I have been really fortunate to have men in my life that I really admire and that have helped me to know that good men do exist. It has helped me to realize how amazing the priesthood is and how much it has blessed my life. So, to the many men that have been an influence for good in my life....I say, "Thank You!" May God pour out oodles of blessings upon you for helping to guide one of His (sometimes lost and needy) daughters. Where would I be without such people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And, just as a side note, Every year we got my dad a package of black licorice (his absolute fav!) and shaving cream. How cute were we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6jWldf9OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AITNQOsISI4/s1600/bag10-origbites.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6jWldf9OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AITNQOsISI4/s1600/bag10-origbites.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6jWldf9OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AITNQOsISI4/s1600/bag10-origbites.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485001004592133346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6jWldf9OI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AITNQOsISI4/s320/bag10-origbites.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6jtn0dJrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wMEYBMC1q6U/s1600/barbosal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485001400362280626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6jtn0dJrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wMEYBMC1q6U/s320/barbosal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-4587461417569070048?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4587461417569070048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=4587461417569070048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4587461417569070048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/4587461417569070048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY!!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEhpy3ZthA4/TB6i6jETfBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UhexMVYc2wM/s72-c/kids+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-6354561105743537812</id><published>2010-06-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:25:49.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.  I have been to two different doctors this week, one for my back and the other for my foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am beginning to feel like an old person....a doctor for every ailment and a pill to go along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have so many pill bottles is pretty ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. I realized a little too late that my garments have a big hole in the bum (tmi!) and I prayed real hard that when my back doc needed to look at my back, the hole wouldn't show ( or he would have temporary blindness).  Oh, how I prayed.  I also prayed that he would be super old, but nope, he was about my age and kind of cute. Blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3.  I have been meeting with my student's parents this week.  One said to me (in her very broken English), "I like you Megan!"  And then she gave me a big hug and got all teary eyed. It was really really sweet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. My new nickname at work (from the kiddos) is Megan Pac-Man.  Don't ask me why, but I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. We went to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point.  It was fun.  I was exhausted at the end.  The student I had, got on the bus and opened up the emergency exit about 4 times.  Ugh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. I should be wearing my big black chunky ortho boot again. SHOULD!  But, i don't wanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7.  I had a dream that I was on my mission again.  Is that a dream or a nightmare?  Jury is still out on that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8. I am loving the new 101.9.  Where else can you hear The Crash Test Dummies?  I mean, seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. I finally washed all the bird poop off my car.  I swear my white car must look like a huge bullseye just waiting to be shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10. I was sitting outside for recess and I saw a milk carton flying in the sky.  It made me laugh so hard.  It just kept sailing by and going higher and higher.  Really odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11. I think I have had chocolate every day this week and nope, I don't feel bad about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12. I am thinking that tomorrow will be my first visit to the Farmer's Market.  I am pretty stoked about that.  I am also going to go the chalk festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-6354561105743537812?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6354561105743537812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=6354561105743537812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6354561105743537812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/6354561105743537812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review....'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2234921190208135333.post-5797071480114814244</id><published>2010-06-14T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:52:01.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grip of the Day!</title><content type='html'>I just have to whine and then I will be over it....hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are hurting again.  I think I have plantar fasciitis or something that is painful and sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back has been hurting for over a month now and I am living on ibuprofen, muscle relaxors, and Loratabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the gym in over a month because of previously stated issues and I feel like my butt and body are getting bigger by the day...okay, that is a slight exaggeration! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do want some cheese (Swiss) with that whine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do want you to call the wambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can play me the world's smallest violin because I do know that others are suffering far worse than I am.  I just want to complain about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I have whined and I am over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2234921190208135333-5797071480114814244?l=prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5797071480114814244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2234921190208135333&amp;postID=5797071480114814244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5797071480114814244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2234921190208135333/posts/default/5797071480114814244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettymuchmegan.blogspot.com/2010/06/grip-of-day.html' title='Grip of the Day!'/><author><name>snickers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116914270999331504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
