<?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-3053586641226175695</id><updated>2012-02-18T02:39:32.326-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='childhood memories'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='tweenager'/><category term='movies'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='family'/><category term='lists'/><category term='music'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='love'/><category term='misc'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Megan, Devin and SJ</title><subtitle type='html'>A Journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-8462426916573005463</id><published>2011-03-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:11:34.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooo.... new addition to the family = new blog. why? i don't really know, it just does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come visit us at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dmburr.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog will still be here, but the dmburr blog will be the one that i update with pictures and such for our little family! (and yes, i promise i will update more often then every 6 months.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-8462426916573005463?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/8462426916573005463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=8462426916573005463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8462426916573005463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8462426916573005463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2011/03/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-4158942257007122154</id><published>2011-03-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:25:34.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of good news...</title><content type='html'>Devin bought me a new camera today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been telling me to update our blog for about six months now... and I would always complain saying I didn't have any pictures, and the pictures I did have were already on Facebook so everyone already had seen them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to remedy this conundrum he just bought me my very own brand new camera! (I don't know where my old one is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the whole reason for this post is to say, 'Expect more posts!' :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-4158942257007122154?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/4158942257007122154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=4158942257007122154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4158942257007122154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4158942257007122154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-of-good-news.html' title='a bit of good news...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2816697123265703937</id><published>2010-09-30T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:41:45.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life has been busy... ish... for dev and i! here's a little recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJeDQKwNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/92S-Vvyzsfc/s1600/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJeDQKwNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/92S-Vvyzsfc/s320/byu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522901298657804498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BYU started their season, so that takes up most of our saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJT_o2VqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sRVAv1XvCgg/s1600/reading+macy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJT_o2VqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sRVAv1XvCgg/s320/reading+macy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522901125888890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macy has been helping out with daily tasks, like reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJOrY2C_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Qbf1BnXkkUY/s1600/dev+and+meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJOrY2C_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Qbf1BnXkkUY/s320/dev+and+meg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522901034553707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we enjoyed the lion king at the capital theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJKBGPFzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uJiV0x-vnHU/s1600/macy+cuter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJKBGPFzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uJiV0x-vnHU/s320/macy+cuter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522900954481891122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macy has been being cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJjgTDOZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Dui4kJaIgkw/s1600/macy+standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJjgTDOZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Dui4kJaIgkw/s320/macy+standing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522901392353868178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and learning how to beg for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, i've had zero time to blog!&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/3053586641226175695-2816697123265703937?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2816697123265703937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2816697123265703937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2816697123265703937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2816697123265703937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-has-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TKVJeDQKwNI/AAAAAAAAAaI/92S-Vvyzsfc/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6172468933699790123</id><published>2010-08-30T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:59:38.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/THxfddatSiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wInnWlujud4/s1600/ee+cummngs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/THxfddatSiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wInnWlujud4/s320/ee+cummngs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511385003712137762" 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/3053586641226175695-6172468933699790123?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6172468933699790123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6172468933699790123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6172468933699790123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6172468933699790123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/THxfddatSiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wInnWlujud4/s72-c/ee+cummngs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-8377240249056311113</id><published>2010-08-12T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:48:07.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;( My 'I' button isn't working very well, so if I miss a few 'i's every now and then please bear with me :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from a friends blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am - really really tired, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;my dog is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; a new tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I have - a wonderful husband, cute apartment and an amazing family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish - it was February. {though I don't want it to be cold}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I hate - feet, hot dogs and Twilight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I miss - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Maine 2008 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear - that I won't quite catch on to the whole 'mom' thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;hopeful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear - Death Cab for Cutie. Love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell - Potato Wedges... Devs dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I search - for bobby pins all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I wonder -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Where we will be in a year - oh please tell me it will be somewhere warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret - not going to the gym all the times I have said I was going to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I love - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;purple toe nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I always - forget to put my blow dryer and curling iron away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I am not - a morning person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I dance - When I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I sing - In the car. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;wash my face at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write - not as often as I used to. That makes me sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose - My keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;answer my phone when I don't know who is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I listen - to music. Love love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I can usually be found - sitting at my desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I'm scared -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt; of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read - Anything and everything. Except for Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I'm happy about - the future!&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/3053586641226175695-8377240249056311113?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/8377240249056311113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=8377240249056311113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8377240249056311113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8377240249056311113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/08/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6321878146933895258</id><published>2010-08-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:48:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by we, I mean I'm pregnant, but for some reason it sounds better when  I say we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, apparently we are suckers for punishment because we also got a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the new member of our family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TF96FkXxQyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iOlGXOP2-J0/s1600/Macy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TF96FkXxQyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iOlGXOP2-J0/s320/Macy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503251505751343906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TF96QU8ocyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aAg3teiTLXE/s1600/Macy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TF96QU8ocyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aAg3teiTLXE/s320/Macy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503251690589549346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macy Burr!&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/3053586641226175695-6321878146933895258?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6321878146933895258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6321878146933895258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6321878146933895258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6321878146933895258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-what-were-pregnant-and-by-we-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TF96FkXxQyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iOlGXOP2-J0/s72-c/Macy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2128271650475726943</id><published>2010-07-09T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:41:11.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on eclipse...</title><content type='html'>my thoughts on eclipse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. why doesn't edward ever smile? he always looks like he's in pain. always.&lt;br /&gt;2. for that matter, why doesn't bella ever smile?&lt;br /&gt;- usually when you are in love, you smile. you also don't go off and kiss other guys... and maybe if you want to kiss another guy you shouldn't be getting married...&lt;br /&gt;i digress.&lt;br /&gt;3. poor bree tanner. i wish she had lived.&lt;br /&gt;4. jasper didn't look constipated this whole movie like he did in the first one.&lt;br /&gt;5. i actually laughed when bella and her dad had the sex talk. that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;6. with bellas explanation at the end as to why she was born to be a vampire - how she's always felt out of place etc. - i am going to expect an onslaught of teenage girls to become super devastated that they can't be turned into vampires just because they 'don't fit in'.&lt;br /&gt;7. edward is so freaking controlling. (more so in the book.) i woulda slapped that kid right up side the head if i had been bella. it's kinda annoying how she lets him do that too.&lt;br /&gt;8. rosalie was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pretty in this one... prettier than i thought she was in the first one. good job hair and make up crew (because we all know she had the make up caked on there...)&lt;br /&gt;9. i wish they had found someone else - anyone else really - to have been edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be summed up: better than the first two but still...&lt;br /&gt;devin laughed out loud at the corniness of it a few times and in turn it made me laugh. i'm quite sure that we made a few people upset because it was a sold out theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i don't think i will be seeing the last two. the whole baby eating its way out of bellas stomach was a little too much for me. (sorry if i just spoiled anything for anyone...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-2128271650475726943?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2128271650475726943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2128271650475726943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2128271650475726943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2128271650475726943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts-on-eclipse.html' title='thoughts on eclipse...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2633301613378927283</id><published>2010-07-07T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:13:45.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i retract my earlier statement about the padres being my favorite team. everyone knows i can't get enough of that orange and black :) i mean, the giants. i guess if i did have to pick a favorite baseball team it would be the giants, because that's who dev loves and since i love him i love the giants in extension. does that make sense? yeah it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-2633301613378927283?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2633301613378927283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2633301613378927283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2633301613378927283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2633301613378927283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-retract-my-earlier-statement-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2969338950326872281</id><published>2010-07-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:10:51.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>2.5 months later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll admit that i'm not a very good blogger. when i get home from work at night the last thing i want to do is get on my computer and have to 'think' again. that is why facebook is so good for me! it's mind numbing nothingness and also helps take care of my computer addiction. not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dev and i just got back from one of the greatest cities in the world: san diego ca. it was a much needed vacation (that's right work, i'm looking at you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to sea world, the beach, a really boring padres game (though the padres are my new favorite baseball team :) don't tell dev i wrote that, he is a die hard giants fan thus having his wife cheer for anyone else could be detrimental to his being :)), old town, coronado and more beach! it was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdJBQ6a0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/uyc2NSPOgvU/s1600/beach+dev+and+meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdJBQ6a0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/uyc2NSPOgvU/s320/beach+dev+and+meg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397730187766594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdE6Gn7WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/m0k49LeOxHk/s1600/sea+world+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdE6Gn7WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/m0k49LeOxHk/s320/sea+world+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397659546086754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVc6EFP9gI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_MsgUka89gk/s1600/dev+water+cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVc6EFP9gI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_MsgUka89gk/s320/dev+water+cold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397473246115330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdNadbVDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/G-kFAf-rE8w/s1600/sea+world+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdNadbVDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/G-kFAf-rE8w/s320/sea+world+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491397805670618162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to dev for planning a wonderful vacation! he thought of it all by himself and booked all the tickets before i even knew what hit me. aw, i think i have the best husband :)&lt;br /&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/3053586641226175695-2969338950326872281?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2969338950326872281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2969338950326872281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2969338950326872281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2969338950326872281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/07/25-months-later.html' title='2.5 months later...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TDVdJBQ6a0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/uyc2NSPOgvU/s72-c/beach+dev+and+meg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6437786206088493578</id><published>2010-06-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:02:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six months later...</title><content type='html'>i like to think i am a productive person and i know for a fact that devin is a very productive person. so that is why this last month has me quite baffled. our days have consisted on going to work, me going to a few classes and then hours upon hours of watching the most addictive tv show on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TAXViXVYcOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0CI9lFpHhwA/s1600/24-logo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TAXViXVYcOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0CI9lFpHhwA/s320/24-logo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478019308122042594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TAXVXKMJRfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zZXaTpPl8Do/s1600/jack-bauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TAXVXKMJRfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zZXaTpPl8Do/s320/jack-bauer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478019115615077874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we started on the second season about a month ago and are now halfway through the 5th season. i can't believe that the very last 24 aired last monday. i can't imagine a world where jack bauer and ctu aren't alive and saving the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think that if jack bauer and chuck norris got in a fight, jack would win. guns trump a round house kick. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nother cool fact - desmond, from lost, is in the 5th season of 24. i &lt;3 desmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devin graduated from byu a month ago with a bachelors degree in biology! i am super proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also moved to a new apartment in Orem. i love it! we now are the proud owners (well, renters) of a dishwasher, washer and dryer! we're in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our life as of now! it's wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6437786206088493578?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6437786206088493578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6437786206088493578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6437786206088493578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6437786206088493578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2010/06/six-months-later.html' title='six months later...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/TAXViXVYcOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0CI9lFpHhwA/s72-c/24-logo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6765299196244451203</id><published>2009-12-17T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:34:19.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry {early} Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SysEeJ_P-OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Bki5ayAqcNA/s1600-h/Christmas+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SysEeJ_P-OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Bki5ayAqcNA/s320/Christmas+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416427892966947042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas {in a week}!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday my dad took pictures of our family for the annual Wolsey Christmas Card. Dev and I had him sneak in a snapshot of the two of us. Isn't it so cute? Dev at least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Christmas is one week away! I've only bought about half of the gifts that I need to! Luckily Devin is really easy to shop for! But my parents, not so much. And his parents, I'm drawing a blank! Thankfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Christmas Shopping season. All of the 'hustle and bustle' is just so fun. {except I hate when I get stuck in Christmas traffic. booooo traffic}. I love how all of the stores are playing Christmas music: even Albertsons! (Which, by the way, isn't Albertsons anymore. Apparently it's Fresh Market, or something like that. I don't know what I am going to do without Albertsons! It was such a childhood staple!) And I looooove when I walk into the mall and see Santa there! It's such a magical time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you, I hope that you make the most out of this next week! It is going to be a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6765299196244451203?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6765299196244451203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6765299196244451203' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6765299196244451203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6765299196244451203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-early-christmas.html' title='Merry {early} Christmas!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SysEeJ_P-OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Bki5ayAqcNA/s72-c/Christmas+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-7706886721267792665</id><published>2009-12-14T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:59:23.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our dinner menu for this upcoming week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Taco Salad&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Tacos&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Taco Soup&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Burritos&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I like Mexican food... possibly too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading material this week: Harry Potter 6... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-7706886721267792665?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/7706886721267792665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=7706886721267792665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7706886721267792665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7706886721267792665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-dinner-menu-for-this-upcoming-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-7922735412108319631</id><published>2009-12-10T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:09:51.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear nicholas sparks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a bone to pick with you. why do you write such heart wrenching stories? why do you write stories that keep me awake until 3 in the morning because i can't stop thinking about the book that i finished earlier that night? why does someone &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have to die? why do (in most cases) the 'lovers' not end up together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read two of your books in the last month, the last song and dear john. while the last song ended well, dear john didn't! ugh. in real life, sometimes, things work out. sometimes you end up with the person that you are hopelessley in love with (i did), sometimes people don't die before they should and sometimes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE ARE HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! why can't you write about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my readers: don't read Dear John by Nicholas Sparks unless you want to be depressed. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-7922735412108319631?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/7922735412108319631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=7922735412108319631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7922735412108319631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7922735412108319631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-nicholas-sparks-i-have-bone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6379527856502986449</id><published>2009-12-03T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:38:12.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My header is a work in progress. If there are any design geniuses out there who are dying to design a header and a format let me know :) If not, sadly you will have to wait until I figure out all this internet hocus pocus for this blog to be decently formatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6379527856502986449?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6379527856502986449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6379527856502986449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6379527856502986449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6379527856502986449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-header-is-work-in-progress.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3182759893031009735</id><published>2009-11-25T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:13:59.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>thankfully, i'll never need botox</title><content type='html'>I love customers who come into my place of work and act like they know &lt;em&gt;everybody &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;about us just because they ordered from us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a man and his wife come in today. Nice people but annoying as heck. They apparently ordered from us forever ago and so they thought they new &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; that worked here. Conversation went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So how long have you been working here? I don't recognize you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mans wife: What!?!?!? (Looking all shocked) Did you start here when you were FIVE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking not very amused.) Nope, I'm 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both look at me, then they look at eachother. Then they thank me and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it. I look young. But why oh why do so many people have to comment on it? I should start asking customers how old they are :) I'll just insinuate that they look much older then they actually are. We'll see if they like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-3182759893031009735?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3182759893031009735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3182759893031009735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3182759893031009735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3182759893031009735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-need-botox.html' title='thankfully, i&apos;ll never need botox'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-8910063305068879546</id><published>2009-11-24T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:04:13.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>thank you, thank you, thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Swxj8yWDl8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ve9c49vS1Gk/s1600/11-9thankathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407807148522706882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Swxj8yWDl8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ve9c49vS1Gk/s320/11-9thankathon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Thanksgiving. Two days and counting. Is it really already Thanksgiving again? This year has gone so fast! I remember last years holiday feast so vividly. I remember my almost fiance coming over and us taking a million random pictures with pumpkin pie in the background. Unfortunatley for me, some of those amazing pictures ended up on our wedding video. Thanks dad!! But most importantly I remember spending time with my 'boyfriend' and family. It was a magical day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am in awe of how many things I have to be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving down the street the other day I saw a lady standing on the side of the road dancing around with a Little Ceasars Pizza sign. She has had that exact same job for longer than I can remember. And do you know what? She looks absolutley happy doing it. I am thankful for her, I am thankful that she can be an example in my life of someone who is perfectly content and happy doing something that is under appreciated. She has a zest for life and I admire that. And I also admire the fact that I can know all of this about her without ever talking to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambulances zoomed passed me the other day on their way to an accident. As they went screeching through the intersection I quickly said a prayer for whomever needed their assistance. And then I thanked the Lord that there were people like EMT's, ambulance drivers, doctors, nurses and hospital staff who are there to help others. My husband is a senior working on a biology major and I see how hard his classes are. I know that it isn't easy becoming a doctor and I am so grateful for those that do. They save so many lives everyday. It's a hard job with long hours and a lot of stress. Thank you for enduring that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do is to sit down with a good book. I know that writing comes so naturally to some people and I also know that some people it doesn't. There are words every where! All around us! I am so thankful for the written word. I am thankful for the knowledge that we, as a human race, have to be able to read and formulate thoughts onto papers for others to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have a stable job. In this economy it's a real blessing and I work with my sister everyday! What could be better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for laughter. Every single one of my days is full of it. I know that without laughter I would go crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love my tiny, perfect, homey apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you, my little blogging community, how grateful I am for life?! I'm so grateful for everything and everyone that I have contact with! I know that I sound like a broken record everytime that I tell you how amazing my husband is, but it's true. And he deserves to hear it all the time. I couldn't ask for a better family. I thank God every day for sending me to them. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I can turn to anyone of them for anything!&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, life is wonderful! Don't EVER let anyone tell you differently! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and thank you Mod Cloth for giving me an incentive to write this post. I almost feel sheepish that I didn't think of it on my own. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-8910063305068879546?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/8910063305068879546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=8910063305068879546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8910063305068879546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8910063305068879546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='thank you, thank you, thank you'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Swxj8yWDl8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ve9c49vS1Gk/s72-c/11-9thankathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5388128583693075872</id><published>2009-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:07:35.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teddy bears. I always have ever since I can remember. I've had two teddy bears since I was young and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; put them on my bed. I often wondered how Dev felt about sleeping on a bed that is usually adorned by teddy bears but I never asked. I didn't want to have to find a new home for my babies so I figured if I never said anything he wouldn't either. One day I came home and found out exactly how he felt about it, and he didn't even have to use words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Swt3EUxCCkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dNO41NvOO1w/s1600/bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Swt3EUxCCkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dNO41NvOO1w/s320/bears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407546693765958210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Jazz Bear and San Francisco Giants Bear.&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/3053586641226175695-5388128583693075872?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5388128583693075872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5388128583693075872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5388128583693075872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5388128583693075872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-teddy-bears.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Swt3EUxCCkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dNO41NvOO1w/s72-c/bears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-7925954549774898084</id><published>2009-11-20T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:59:16.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;What I'm reading at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406293520468612514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SwcDUCcHFaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KnEsw2OOXXs/s320/the-book-thief.jpg" /&gt;The Book Thief by &lt;strong&gt;Markus Zuzak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that by the time I get to the end of this book I will be sobbing. It is very intriguing and very well written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;What I've read recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SwcESpEwHKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wcfwDf7hkC8/s1600/the-last-song-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406294595991510178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SwcESpEwHKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wcfwDf7hkC8/s320/the-last-song-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Last Song&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book had me &lt;em&gt;sobbing&lt;/em&gt; by the end. So good. I can't wait for the movie to come out in April.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SwcEyYiP0XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RzOotY92ol8/s1600/vampire-diaries-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406295141307634034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SwcEyYiP0XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RzOotY92ol8/s320/vampire-diaries-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Vampire Diaries: The Awakening and The Struggle by&lt;strong&gt; L.J. Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... these books were... hm... interesting. I have been watching the show The Vampire Diaries on the CW on Thursday and I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the show oh so much! The books were completley different, not as good. I'm waiting until I read the rest of the series until I make a decision on this books yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; watch the show. Yes, yes you should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-7925954549774898084?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/7925954549774898084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=7925954549774898084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7925954549774898084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7925954549774898084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-books-how-i-love-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SwcDUCcHFaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KnEsw2OOXXs/s72-c/the-book-thief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6813170078981902916</id><published>2009-11-19T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:01:05.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>who I am today.</title><content type='html'>... i really want to start decorating for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... unfortunatley lost a lot of hair yesterday thanks to a pair of scissors in the hands of a stylist. it will grow again, hopefully more healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i am currently obsessed with anything girly and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i have the most wonderful husband in the world. period. don't even argue this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... family means everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... give me a good book and you won't see me for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... twilight? how about not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... i wish i knew where school was taking me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes I feel that i will be there forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i covet peoples clothes. i know it's a sin, but i can't help it. i saw a girl in a flowery skirt at school today, i loved it, i wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... those ten pounds i gained in the last few months will NOT go away no matter how many salads i eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yes i have a zit on my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... but most importantly, i know life is all kinds of wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6813170078981902916?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6813170078981902916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6813170078981902916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6813170078981902916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6813170078981902916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-i-am-today.html' title='who I am today.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-4751409193645083384</id><published>2009-11-17T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:01:28.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>music warms my soul...</title><content type='html'>A little sampling of what I've been listening to as of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miley Cyrus - When I Look at You (Not on I Tunes yet. Go to You Tube and look up the music video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joshua Radin - I'd Rather Be With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Regina Spektor - anything by this lovely lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Coldplay - Fix You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Josh Groban - You are Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Ex Lover is Dead - Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Death Cab For Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go wrong with any of these gems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-4751409193645083384?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/4751409193645083384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=4751409193645083384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4751409193645083384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4751409193645083384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-warms-my-soul.html' title='music warms my soul...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3435160593607715521</id><published>2009-11-02T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:00:22.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>he's done it again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Su_GkubOVbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yCvBhLTX6fo/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399752812480320946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Su_GkubOVbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yCvBhLTX6fo/s320/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he was as sweet as possible to his sick lil' wifey. geez I really lucked out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-3435160593607715521?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3435160593607715521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3435160593607715521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3435160593607715521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3435160593607715521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-done-it-again.html' title='he&apos;s done it again....'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Su_GkubOVbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yCvBhLTX6fo/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6576471181001445524</id><published>2009-10-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:02:26.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confession... When I got engaged I thought to myself, "Crud!! I'm going to need to get a new blog so I can be my cool awesome self on that blog and then have this blog be a "Devin and Megan did this..." blog." Guess what? I am recently realizing that I don't need to do that. And to be honest with you, keeping up two blogs was really wearing me out. Wearing me out to the point I wasn't blogging anymore. So I decided to consolidate, here, on this blog. It will be two blogs in one. A blog where I show my awesome self and a blog where I show Devin and I's awesome marriage stuff. :D That's my solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my other blog: &lt;a href="http://apinkypromise.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://apinkypromise.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is, well, not really a blog anymore. I mean, I guess it's still a blog but I won't be updating it anymore. It will all be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome... to my new and improved blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my 2 readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my blog for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been starting to obsessively check twitter. I don't know why. Who wants to hear a lot of word vomit from people I don't know. It's like that one person that you have as a Facebook friend who updates their status every 2 seconds... only that is what EVERYONE is doing! That's what it is for. (I will admit that I've had my share of lame twitter posts...) I don't really care if @JoeSchmo has a test in two hours. And I definitely don't care if @SuzieQ is scared for her dentist appointment. But alas, I do care if @MileyCyrus is sick! And I do care if @DemiLovato misses her BFF! And I most definitley do care if @NickyJonas is in love with MILEY!! (ok that last one didn't happen but I can pretend. Why won't they just date!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today @MileyCyrus (That's Miley Cyrus for those who didn't catch on) DELETED her Twitter account! Now I can't read her constant word vomit and quite frankly I am a little upset. I liked hearing what she had for lunch and what she was listening to right at that moment! Now I will never know and she will be as unatainable as ever. Goodness. What is a 24 year old obsessed with Disney stars girl to do? That came out a little creepy sounding. I'm not obsessed and I will NEVER stalk Zac Efron. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was able to go to her concert last week. At least I was able to win 3rd row tickets on the floor. At least I was able to finally end up sitting on the floor a little ways back due to the fact that I won 2 tickets and there were 3 of us. At least I got to see Miley dry heave on the stage because she was so sick. (I knew that she was sick via Twitter.... &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; her manager coming out after she ran off stage during a song and telling everyone...) At least I got to sway my cell phone during The Climb. It was a good night. (I would like to give a mini shout out to Steph and Taren for being awesome even though there were a lot of strange things that happened that night!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all the word vomit I have for tonight. For more you can go to my Twitter :0) You can get updated on things like 'what I had for breakfast' and such. It's very intriguing. Promise. @megburr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6576471181001445524?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6576471181001445524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6576471181001445524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6576471181001445524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6576471181001445524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1953202625295598145</id><published>2009-09-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:01:49.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SsPCzfuldAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/S593OLxgz-c/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387363769211253762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SsPCzfuldAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/S593OLxgz-c/s320/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, thoughtful flowers that my equally wonderful, handsome, gorgeous, thoughtful husband brought home for me last Friday. Completley out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed!!&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/3053586641226175695-1953202625295598145?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1953202625295598145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1953202625295598145' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1953202625295598145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1953202625295598145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-are-wonderful-beautiful-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SsPCzfuldAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/S593OLxgz-c/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-7593193518817750455</id><published>2009-09-06T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:08:37.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The best day of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHYyQArQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LUYKEU49B4Y/s1600-h/Coming+out+of+the+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378502346118573314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHYyQArQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LUYKEU49B4Y/s320/Coming+out+of+the+temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHT9YG3-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/MrHyda9L9GM/s1600-h/first+prof+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378502263205978082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHT9YG3-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/MrHyda9L9GM/s320/first+prof+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHNmgpYVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9AdQn7ocUBk/s1600-h/Everyone%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378502153988563282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHNmgpYVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9AdQn7ocUBk/s320/Everyone%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHH2gH0MI/AAAAAAAAAU8/31M3ERfjnCs/s1600-h/bridesmaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378502055202115778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHH2gH0MI/AAAAAAAAAU8/31M3ERfjnCs/s320/bridesmaids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHC3zBaLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1asZlMzLKy8/s1600-h/walking+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378501969650477234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHC3zBaLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1asZlMzLKy8/s320/walking+away.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRG87vpkxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1L5FZNSiDE8/s1600-h/sitting+in+a+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378501867630859026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRG87vpkxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1L5FZNSiDE8/s320/sitting+in+a+chair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRG384v3zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uvinrRBQxIw/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378501782038110002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRG384v3zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uvinrRBQxIw/s320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRJOn6rbtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cvGpZbnqAag/s1600-h/on+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378504370569309906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRJOn6rbtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cvGpZbnqAag/s320/on+stairs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-7593193518817750455?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/7593193518817750455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=7593193518817750455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7593193518817750455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7593193518817750455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='The best day of my life!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRHYyQArQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LUYKEU49B4Y/s72-c/Coming+out+of+the+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2049634498036925407</id><published>2009-09-06T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:25:01.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our life in pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful trip to Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRDswT8vhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pxMtBjfHg8I/s1600-h/Drive+to+CO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRDswT8vhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pxMtBjfHg8I/s320/Drive+to+CO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378498291149094418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful drive to Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRDogO5ZqI/AAAAAAAAATs/fmLSHuHY7Ig/s1600-h/Use,+us+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRDogO5ZqI/AAAAAAAAATs/fmLSHuHY7Ig/s320/Use,+us+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378498218113459874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRED9c9HBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5acTZ2hruhk/s1600-h/Standing+Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRED9c9HBI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5acTZ2hruhk/s320/Standing+Us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378498689813519378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRD3gAEY0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0oKH480QWlc/s1600-h/His+heros+autograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRD3gAEY0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0oKH480QWlc/s320/His+heros+autograph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378498475749303106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev got his favorite baseball players autograph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRERjxXRAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DLLoJeJ6Fmw/s1600-h/Game+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRERjxXRAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DLLoJeJ6Fmw/s320/Game+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378498923437966338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Game #2&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/3053586641226175695-2049634498036925407?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2049634498036925407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2049634498036925407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2049634498036925407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2049634498036925407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-life-in-pictures.html' title='Our life in pictures...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SqRDswT8vhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/pxMtBjfHg8I/s72-c/Drive+to+CO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6365551774492147225</id><published>2009-08-26T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:56:38.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past weekend Devin and I went to Denver to see two San Francisco Giants games. It was a fun 'minica' (That's short for mini vacation. But actually when I have to explain it, it doesn't make it short at all. It makes it really long.) We left after work on Friday and drove to Moab. There we stayed with Devins aunt and uncle. They were so great for letting us stay there. They even gave me the official tour of Moab. The next day we drove to Denver and went straight to a game. We lost :( But it was still really fun! Then we stayed at my aunt and uncles in Denver!! Then the next day we went to one more game and then drove all the way back to Provo that night. Whirlwind trip but oh so fun!! We couldn't have done it without our great families!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatley the internet at our apartment is being skewy so I can't up load pictures right now, but when I can I will put some on here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6365551774492147225?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6365551774492147225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6365551774492147225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6365551774492147225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6365551774492147225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-past-weekend-devin-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6621969247836730811</id><published>2009-08-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:12:42.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You would think that nothing has happened in our life since May. How wrong that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 19, 2009 Devin and I got married in the Salt Lake Temple! The day was gorgeous! We really lucked out with the weather considering it was raining the whole week before and week after. Wonderful day! Our families really worked together to make it a memorable day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spent a wonderful week in Hawaii. We stayed on Oahu just a block in from Waikiki. We spent many days on the beach, a day at the Polynesian Cultural Center and a day at Pearl Harbor. :) I hated coming home from that trip but it was exciting knowing that everything was going to be different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently living in a wonderful apartment in Provo. Sadly it doesn't have a dishwasher... my one complaint! Hehe. Other than that it's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very much enjoying our lives together. Oh... and we're very much in love :) &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6621969247836730811?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6621969247836730811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6621969247836730811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6621969247836730811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6621969247836730811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-would-think-that-nothing-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5339773424083971249</id><published>2009-05-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:03:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0JGs3X9vI/AAAAAAAAATc/98OpsLQKZJI/s1600-h/fam+wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0JGs3X9vI/AAAAAAAAATc/98OpsLQKZJI/s320/fam+wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331427544603817714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my family went to Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0JC3VCCVI/AAAAAAAAATU/1U79uu9Em3k/s1600-h/me+dev+wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0JC3VCCVI/AAAAAAAAATU/1U79uu9Em3k/s320/me+dev+wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331427478693087570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0I-SFt3oI/AAAAAAAAATM/ouRx5MGRqhw/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0I-SFt3oI/AAAAAAAAATM/ouRx5MGRqhw/s320/wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331427399977262722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Devin is amazing!!&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/3053586641226175695-5339773424083971249?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5339773424083971249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5339773424083971249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5339773424083971249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5339773424083971249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-3-my-life.html' title='I &lt;3 my life'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sf0JGs3X9vI/AAAAAAAAATc/98OpsLQKZJI/s72-c/fam+wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3572676550519007240</id><published>2009-04-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:55:23.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweenager'/><title type='text'>weekend plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What I did this weekend (And subsequently Devin did too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUiKnYj-3I/AAAAAAAAATE/2Db3xXyHHrA/s1600-h/hm+ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUiKnYj-3I/AAAAAAAAATE/2Db3xXyHHrA/s320/hm+ticket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324699700201519986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note: The shirt and the ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUh5ByDU_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/RqfEPA2jmOg/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUh5ByDU_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/RqfEPA2jmOg/s320/megan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324699398050108402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm basically a model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUhVMqVmeI/AAAAAAAAASw/Ioc83JDsG_I/s1600-h/meg+hm+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUhVMqVmeI/AAAAAAAAASw/Ioc83JDsG_I/s320/meg+hm+shirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698782495250914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-3572676550519007240?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3572676550519007240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3572676550519007240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3572676550519007240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3572676550519007240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-plans.html' title='weekend plans...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SeUiKnYj-3I/AAAAAAAAATE/2Db3xXyHHrA/s72-c/hm+ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5497221430754104414</id><published>2009-04-01T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:17:29.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Awkward Engagment Photos</title><content type='html'>We've all seen them. We know they are out there: Awkward Engagement Pictures. They're everywhere you look. In the mail, on the internet, in newspapers etc. I am going to dedicate a few future posts to them. They are so amazing I would think they deserve their own blog but since I already have 3 blogs I figured I will just add a section into this one. Please leave feedback and also links to your favorite awkward engagement photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1qnx-jHI/AAAAAAAAASo/UVNsd3JSJ5I/s1600-h/dog+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865697436601458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1qnx-jHI/AAAAAAAAASo/UVNsd3JSJ5I/s320/dog+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Is the dog part of the deal? You get me, you get the dog. Probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1kZgf28I/AAAAAAAAASg/pNps2Gbe-rw/s1600-h/cup+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865590525975490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1kZgf28I/AAAAAAAAASg/pNps2Gbe-rw/s320/cup+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A little white trash I would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1WffD7tI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mz2pBRJFfas/s1600-h/champagne+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865351612395218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1WffD7tI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mz2pBRJFfas/s320/champagne+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nothing says love better than two cheap champagne cups under a nasty bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1Q3cfwPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PbMJw8L0UEI/s1600-h/butt+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865254964871410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1Q3cfwPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PbMJw8L0UEI/s320/butt+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Maybe they are showing off their best sides. If so I wouldn't want them to turn around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1L98PKjI/AAAAAAAAASI/BzKqHxagxuM/s1600-h/breast+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865170809268786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1L98PKjI/AAAAAAAAASI/BzKqHxagxuM/s320/breast+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I love how his face is smashed into her chestal area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP0XzUo4sI/AAAAAAAAASA/OcsNNTqKB8Q/s1600-h/bend+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319864274605630146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP0XzUo4sI/AAAAAAAAASA/OcsNNTqKB8Q/s320/bend+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She's bent so far over backwards she looks like she may fall. And, what is he kissing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP0S7KpvUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/k0yEQ_T_HCk/s1600-h/awkward+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319864190811880770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP0S7KpvUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/k0yEQ_T_HCk/s320/awkward+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My favorite one of this post: where's his face? Where are her hands sitting? hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP0NE2__sI/AAAAAAAAARw/OF7-3w-eZSU/s1600-h/awk+eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319864090334592706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP0NE2__sI/AAAAAAAAARw/OF7-3w-eZSU/s320/awk+eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This may possibly be the most painful engagement picture ever. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-5497221430754104414?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5497221430754104414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5497221430754104414' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5497221430754104414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5497221430754104414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/04/awkward-engagment-photos.html' title='Awkward Engagment Photos'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdP1qnx-jHI/AAAAAAAAASo/UVNsd3JSJ5I/s72-c/dog+eng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-4081458712663288709</id><published>2009-04-01T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:42:30.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Flowers and Invites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Right now my dear mother and I are looking at (in no particular order): flower vendors, cake vendors and invitations. I'm not going to lie, it's giving me a headache!! As most of you know my colors are black and white. Black- because it's my favorite color ever. White - just because. And then wer are planning on doing lime green and pink accents.... I really want gerber daisies as my flowers in lime green and pink but we will see how that goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I want to post a few ideas that I've been looking at online and get some amazing ideas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flowers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this boquet!! It has hydrangeas' and gerber daisies!! Love love it! (obviously in differenc colors...) What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPtDhwpxRI/AAAAAAAAARo/urKp6UxcFAk/s1600-h/gerber+daisys.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/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPtDhwpxRI/AAAAAAAAARo/urKp6UxcFAk/s320/gerber+daisys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319856229712512274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This boquet is completely hydrangeas'. Pretty and something my mom and I could do by ourselves. I like the ribbon hanging down. Obviously it wouldn't be in blue. Maybe pink with black ribbon? I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPslReUqoI/AAAAAAAAARg/vPUVWH4o1GU/s1600-h/another+hydrengea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPslReUqoI/AAAAAAAAARg/vPUVWH4o1GU/s320/another+hydrengea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319855709944588930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(Look! This one I was able to customize!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPrEsrz2qI/AAAAAAAAARY/7S4xs8aOI6s/s1600-h/customized.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPrEsrz2qI/AAAAAAAAARY/7S4xs8aOI6s/s320/customized.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319854050801605282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me Likey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPqUiR6JDI/AAAAAAAAARI/cx3q-1wLBus/s1600-h/invites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPqUiR6JDI/AAAAAAAAARI/cx3q-1wLBus/s320/invites.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319853223374890034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then with these ones we would just print a picture and put it in with it, under some vellum or something. Whaddya think? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways these are just some ideas that we have been toying with. What do you think?? Do you know any place to get awesome deals on invites and flowers? If so let me know!!! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3053586641226175695-4081458712663288709?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/4081458712663288709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=4081458712663288709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4081458712663288709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4081458712663288709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers-and-invites.html' title='Flowers and Invites...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdPtDhwpxRI/AAAAAAAAARo/urKp6UxcFAk/s72-c/gerber+daisys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1593570598437894490</id><published>2009-03-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:45:35.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdK5GoZ8i3I/AAAAAAAAARA/mpgLveoCH6c/s1600-h/list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 425px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdK5GoZ8i3I/AAAAAAAAARA/mpgLveoCH6c/s320/list.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319517633454574450" 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/3053586641226175695-1593570598437894490?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1593570598437894490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1593570598437894490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1593570598437894490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1593570598437894490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SdK5GoZ8i3I/AAAAAAAAARA/mpgLveoCH6c/s72-c/list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1444008449109916222</id><published>2009-03-14T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:47:42.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweenager'/><title type='text'>the climb</title><content type='html'>I'm a huge Disney fan. (If you didn't know this by now then I don't think you know me.) I love Hannah Montana. Yes, I said it. I love a show about some sixteen year old girl who is leading a double life: one as a pop star and the other as a normal teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 10th the Hannah Montana movie is coming out. It's going to be bittersweet. Sweet because I love HM. Bitter because I know deep down it will be the end of Hannah Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the song that has been released on the radio. "The Climb". It's amazing. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g7nlpNTPwE"&gt;You tube it&lt;/a&gt;. I Tunes it. Steal it illegally off of Limewire Do anything it just so you can hear it. (Kidding, don't Limewire it. That's illegal and I don't want to get in trouble for promoting it. It's baaaad.) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a really inspirational song and the music video is also really good. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sbyg1nZZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EEWZMsuTEW4/s1600-h/the+climb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sbyg1nZZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EEWZMsuTEW4/s320/the+climb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313298503359394882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna want to make it move.&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm going to have to lose.&lt;br /&gt;It aint about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;aint about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Miley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-1444008449109916222?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1444008449109916222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1444008449109916222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1444008449109916222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1444008449109916222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/03/climb.html' title='the climb'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sbyg1nZZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EEWZMsuTEW4/s72-c/the+climb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6230793127752402127</id><published>2009-03-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:30:56.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Reception Center!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chose our reception venue!! Highland Gardens! It's just south of Lone Peak High School in Highland UT. My mom suggested it last Monday and I was a little confused because growing up this place had just been a flower nursery. But I went with my mom to look at it and I fell in love! It's gorgeous! There are inside gardens with streams running through them - so you have the sound of running water! The ceiling can either be closed or open - depending on if it's raining outside or not. It's absolutely 100% perfect!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to look at the pictures just go to - www.hgardens.com - and click on 'photo gallery'! The pictures are definitely worth looking at :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbVtdpAqqlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xxj3ciqH1wI/s1600-h/highland+gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbVtdpAqqlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xxj3ciqH1wI/s320/highland+gardens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311271691545651794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6230793127752402127?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6230793127752402127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6230793127752402127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6230793127752402127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6230793127752402127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/03/reception-center.html' title='Reception Center!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbVtdpAqqlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xxj3ciqH1wI/s72-c/highland+gardens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6468863621584228277</id><published>2009-02-26T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:47:58.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>About the Dress</title><content type='html'>When you start planning a wedding the first thing that you think of is finding the perfect dress. For me this wasn't that hard. I've always had an idea in my mind of what I wanted and thankfully I found it!! :-) My friend, Sarah, works at Alysse's Bridal and so I went in there to look one day and she so graciously started pulling out almost every dress in the store for me to try on!! The one I ended up buying I had seen on the mannequin and I didn't like it there but I loooved it on!! Dress problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bought my dress I had: Devin, my mom, my sister, dad, brother, little sister and other little sister there for a 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 7th opinion! (Plus Sarah who was helping me in and out of each of them :) ) So I'm hoping that my dress will be all I hoped for and more :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, these girls below didn't have anyone with any type of fashion sense accompany them when they bought their dresses. Poor poor brides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacopqJRbgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KjNoHxJ1Wk0/s1600-h/hideous+dress+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacopqJRbgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KjNoHxJ1Wk0/s320/hideous+dress+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255382032346626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think she has enough of a train. What do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacolfpM6nI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5nyOsOJnSnY/s1600-h/hideous+dress+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacolfpM6nI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5nyOsOJnSnY/s320/hideous+dress+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255310494001778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a huge fan of Gilmore Girls though I've seen it a couple times. But when i have seen it Loralie, pictured above, has always seemed to have pretty good fashion sense. Why couldn't that have followed her onto her wedding day? The roses on the chest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacofvTetCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SY6iTIYr5do/s1600-h/hideous+dress+3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacofvTetCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SY6iTIYr5do/s320/hideous+dress+3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255211618645026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently this is 'haute couture'. Hopefully no one actually wears it. Except for maybe a nun, on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacoaZlPsSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xyw5iEQhi2U/s1600-h/hideous+dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacoaZlPsSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xyw5iEQhi2U/s320/hideous+dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255119888232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bahahhahaha. Save it for the wedding night lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacoV2PUpOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6kk1nbpIOJw/s1600-h/hideous+dress+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacoV2PUpOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6kk1nbpIOJw/s320/hideous+dress+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255041681564898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hm. I'm sure she has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacoPsfbT7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/348OBFKZbk4/s1600-h/hideous+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacoPsfbT7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/348OBFKZbk4/s320/hideous+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307254935985541042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, some people like this style, all the bunching etc. But I can't stand it. Plus the model looks like an overly tan, peroxide head evil minion with world domination on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacotLjkszI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4mXAsMNJG5s/s1600-h/hideous+dress+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacotLjkszI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4mXAsMNJG5s/s320/hideous+dress+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255442540639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bahahhahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6468863621584228277?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6468863621584228277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6468863621584228277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6468863621584228277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6468863621584228277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-dress.html' title='About the Dress'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SacopqJRbgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KjNoHxJ1Wk0/s72-c/hideous+dress+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-4903592495594643232</id><published>2009-02-26T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:17:15.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sab2tS8b0nI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BPg91yf4wHg/s1600-h/jazz+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sab2tS8b0nI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BPg91yf4wHg/s320/jazz+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307200468942574194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin and I at a Jazz game. I think this was the Celtics game. Who knows. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3053586641226175695-4903592495594643232?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/4903592495594643232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=4903592495594643232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4903592495594643232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4903592495594643232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/02/devin-and-i-at-jazz-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Sab2tS8b0nI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BPg91yf4wHg/s72-c/jazz+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1508637499455503279</id><published>2009-02-17T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:51:46.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>A Confession</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to blogging. I admit it. Where this addiction comes from I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to let you all know about two new blogs that you MUST read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a blog that I am co-writing with my friend Taren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advicealamore.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.advicealamore.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a love advice blog. Given only by the best :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apinkypromise.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.apinkypromise.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries I am keeping this blog too. I know you were worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-1508637499455503279?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1508637499455503279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1508637499455503279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1508637499455503279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1508637499455503279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession.html' title='A Confession'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6620802842543450066</id><published>2009-02-11T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:30:34.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNe4R2K_BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0Cd1889JNW4/s1600-h/he%27s+just+not+that+into+you+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNe4R2K_BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0Cd1889JNW4/s320/he%27s+just+not+that+into+you+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301685507301506066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited for this movie. The trailers made it look hilarious! Granted, there were some pretty funny parts, i.e. Gigi's horrible phone message to Connor, but it really didn't end up being what I had hoped. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This film stars: Jennifer Anniston, Ben Affleck, Ginnifer Goodwin, Jason Long, Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Connelly, Drew Barrymore and the ever slutty Scarlett Johansen. Yes I said ever slutty... I'm obviously not a Scarlett Johansen fan :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of these characters have different relationship dramas that they are navigating through:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Anistons', Beth, and Ben Afflecks, Neil, have been in a relationship for 7 years and Neil has yet to propose. He loathes the idea of marriage and this, alas, drives Beth away after 7 years of patiently waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and Janine (Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Connelly) have been 'happyly' married since college and are building a new home together when, lo' and behold, Scarlett Johansen (Anna) shows up on the scene and seduces Ben. Now I know it takes two people to have an affair and I may be being a little biased when I call Anna a slut but, come on, she is! She strips down naked in front of Ben and jumps in the pool, even though he has told her multiple times that he is married. I guess Ben shouldn't have been in that situation anyways... So it's both of their darn faults. (Yes, darn faults.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew Barrymore's plot line was a little weird and not really noteworthy. She has horrible luck finding a guy online and then finally meets one at a cafe. The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite plot line of the whole movie, and the plot line that saved the show, was Ginnifer Goodwin and Jason Long, or Gigi and Alex. Gigi is the typical crazy girl who waits by her phone 24/7 when she is hoping that a guy that she went on a date with it calling. She is so clueless when it comes to the dating world it's hilarious. Alex, on the other hand, knows everything about the dating world and loathes it more than anything. During a chance meeting at a bar that Alex owns they meet and Alex becomes Gigi's go-to-guy when it comes to dating advice! You can only imagine how this turns out :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the whole the movie was... ok. It was definitely too long and could have lost some of the storylines and been fine (*cough* Scarlett Johnansen and Drew Barrymore *cough*). But I feel that the other storylines made it worth watching: once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating: 2.5 HsM's out of 5 HsM's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My rating scale is 1-5 High School Musicals. 1 being on the same level with Twilight and 5 being on the same level as High School Musical 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6620802842543450066?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6620802842543450066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6620802842543450066' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6620802842543450066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6620802842543450066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNe4R2K_BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0Cd1889JNW4/s72-c/he%27s+just+not+that+into+you+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6601549845386575864</id><published>2009-02-11T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:27:46.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A Good Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNOJLb0Y5I/AAAAAAAAANo/fH75TQlDhDI/s1600-h/the+only+road+north+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNOJLb0Y5I/AAAAAAAAANo/fH75TQlDhDI/s320/the+only+road+north+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301667105940464530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Review From Publishers Weekly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mirandette made headlines when he and two friends were severely injured by a terrorist bomb in Cairo, Egypt, in April of 2005. His brother, Alex, who was weeks away from his 19th birthday, died in the attack. It was a tragic end to a journey that began in Cape Town, South Africa, months earlier when three young men (a fourth joined them later) set out on the journey that would change their lives. Mirandette had felt God's insistent call while studying at the U.S. Air Force Academy; he left the U.S. to help a relief organization in Melilla, Spain, then to assist earthquake victims in Morocco. But he felt he needed to see and experience the rest of Africa, so the young men took off together. His account of their 9,000-mile motorcycle journey is riveting. They faced wild animals, hostile people, civil wars, a lack of food and several crashes along the way, but this intrepid group never wavered in their resolve to finish the trip—until a bomb ripped their worlds apart. Mirandette reveals his own religious searching, questions and qualms, yet urges readers to make the choice to "follow and believe." This is a tale of spiritual quest and huge adventure that ends in tragedy but not regret. (Apr.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNMyPBe2dI/AAAAAAAAANY/3ypSvxfOPGM/s1600-h/on+the+road+to+heaven.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another Good Read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNMyPBe2dI/AAAAAAAAANY/3ypSvxfOPGM/s1600-h/on+the+road+to+heaven.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNMyPBe2dI/AAAAAAAAANY/3ypSvxfOPGM/s320/on+the+road+to+heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301665612255123922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Description from Amazon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the author of "Latter Days: A Guided Tour Through Six Billion Years of Mormonism" comes this exuberant and groundbreaking autobiographical novel about the modern Mormon convert experience. Revealing the author's hard-won path to meaning, faith, and forgiveness, "On the Road to Heaven" is a love story about a girl and a guy and their search for heaven-a lotta love, a little heaven, and one heck of a ride in between. In a style reminiscent of and offering homage to Jack Kerouac, "On the Road to Heaven" traces an LSD-to-LDS pilgrimage across the geographic and cultural landscape of two continents in the late twentieth century. From the 1970s hippie heyday of the Colorado mountains to the coca fields of Colombia, it's a journey through Thoreau ascetics, Ram Dass Taoism, and Edward Abbey monkey-wrenching to the mission fields of one of the world's fastest-growing-and most trenchantly conservative-religions. Few stories have ever described a more unusual road to redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished this book and WOW!!! It was definitely one I was marking up along the way! &lt;/div&gt;&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/3053586641226175695-6601549845386575864?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6601549845386575864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6601549845386575864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6601549845386575864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6601549845386575864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-read-review-from-publishers-weekly.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SZNOJLb0Y5I/AAAAAAAAANo/fH75TQlDhDI/s72-c/the+only+road+north+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-413132427802466685</id><published>2009-01-29T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:29:57.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>A New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKbg5Yz__I/AAAAAAAAANM/hoSoKcUV228/s1600-h/Pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKbg5Yz__I/AAAAAAAAANM/hoSoKcUV228/s320/Pic+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296967101204135922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the name of my blog. Yes, I have conceded and made my blog a "couple's blog" as Taren so nicely coined it. My reasoning behind this is quite simple: I love Devin, and I want him to be a part of basically everything in my life, and my blog follows my life so.... it's now Devin's blog too! (Even though I don't think he will ever post anything on it... but he's allowed to if he wants to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to show you how happy I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKakfTbG_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khilrxPEn6E/s1600-h/Pic+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKakfTbG_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/khilrxPEn6E/s320/Pic+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296966063410060274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKaaPBs_AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5gAsFZ4jM0U/s1600-h/Pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKaaPBs_AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5gAsFZ4jM0U/s320/Pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296965887242075138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKbOZdj7VI/AAAAAAAAANE/pCd--uXhPJE/s1600-h/Pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKbOZdj7VI/AAAAAAAAANE/pCd--uXhPJE/s320/Pic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296966783396474194" 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/3053586641226175695-413132427802466685?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/413132427802466685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=413132427802466685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/413132427802466685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/413132427802466685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-era.html' title='A New Era'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SYKbg5Yz__I/AAAAAAAAANM/hoSoKcUV228/s72-c/Pic+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2235617389591099257</id><published>2009-01-29T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:30:12.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>23 Truths</title><content type='html'>23 because I am 23&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I detest running more than anyone I know. Except for, maybe, Taren. But she doesn't hate it more than I do. We would just be equal in our hate for running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I know the blind industry inside and out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My chilli has to have lots and lots and lots of sugar in it. It's almost candied Chilli. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Brian Littrel from The Backstreet Boys is my all time favorite celebrity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love Disney Channel more than your 5 year old daughter. In my eyes, everything that Disney touches turns to gold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am the worst letter writer in the world. Don't move somewhere far away and expect me to send you letters. I'll write them but I'll never send them. (Sorry Drew and Ciara)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. All time favorite TV show: The OC. (Still!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I think that Devin has the best smile in the world! Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I have really small fingers. Most of my rings have to be bought in the kids section of jewelery stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I sobbed loudly during Million Dollar Baby. People in rows in front of me in the theater were looking back to make sure I was okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm going to marry my home teacher on June 19th, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I hate being warm/hot at night. I can't sleep if the temperature is above 72 degrees. This stinks because my roommates refuse to turn on the AC ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I really liked Jr. High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. My third grade teacher, Miss Meservey, was my favorite teacher. But she was also the only teacher who ever gave me detention! (twice!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I was a the manager of our school store when I was in 6th grade! I began the "Troll Sensation" at Highland Elementary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I love pomegranites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I have an amazing talent for the mario games on the regular nintendo! Old school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Little Women is one of my favorite books. This list also includes: Enders Game and Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, The Book of Mormom by various Prophets, any books about the Tudor era and Henry VIII and The Only Road North by Erik Mirandette. I love so many books I can't even begin to list all of my favorites! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I hate popular music (for the most part). There are a few exceptions to this though: Hannah Montana, High School Musical and The Jonas Brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  I hate winter and I am obsessed with summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I don't like girly nail polish. When I paint my nails I like them to be either black, dark blue or dark purple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Marissa Cooper (The O.C.) is my fashion icon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I am soooo happy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&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/3053586641226175695-2235617389591099257?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2235617389591099257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2235617389591099257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2235617389591099257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2235617389591099257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/01/23-truths.html' title='23 Truths'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5782014859456061731</id><published>2009-01-13T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:30:29.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Equation</title><content type='html'>As of January 11, 2009 at 10:00 p.m.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JbMFPLnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vx5FMjUu-GU/s1600-h/Me+and+Dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JbMFPLnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vx5FMjUu-GU/s320/Me+and+Dev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290965868678688370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JjTmr-gI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DfO6MG0VAmo/s1600-h/Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JjTmr-gI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DfO6MG0VAmo/s320/Ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966008136989186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JoJ_HUJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kd0CqMTKrBo/s1600-h/Smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JoJ_HUJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kd0CqMTKrBo/s320/Smiley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966091454435474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-5782014859456061731?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5782014859456061731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5782014859456061731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5782014859456061731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5782014859456061731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/01/equation.html' title='Equation'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SW1JbMFPLnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vx5FMjUu-GU/s72-c/Me+and+Dev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2538391038131904032</id><published>2009-01-02T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:30:52.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Beast – The Real Story  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade was really wearing me out. There were just so many things that I had to worry about: boys, math, boys, writing in cursive, boys, science experiments… oh yeah did I mention boys? It had been a long and tiring day and I felt like I deserved to take a little siesta on my bed, in my room, in our nice cozy basement of my family’s house in American Fork. I had been hesitant to move down into the basement at first but I didn’t let anyone know. My best friends Meghan Johnson and Melynne King were already on the move to their basements so I couldn’t be the only one who stayed up stairs with mommy and daddy. Before I was allowed to move into the basement I had to prove to my parents that I wouldn’t be petrified during the night with them two levels away. So I valiantly grabbed a sleeping bag and my teddy bear (Alexander) and trudged down the seemingly endless stairs to what was then ‘the craft room’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There has never been a night in my life that has been quite as long as that night. I became more and more jumpy with every creak of our 5 year old home and every car that passed by leaving shadows on my wall from their headlights. Needless to say when the sun finally rose and my family was bustling about the house getting ready for the day I was very intimidated by the thought of moving down stairs and I knew that I didn’t want to do it by myself. I began formulating a plan in my head of how to get around being the sole basement occupant. My brother Andrew being only two years younger than me was the perfect candidate to move into the dark abyss of a basement with me. It didn’t take much convincing him when I so kindly explained to him that he wouldn’t be cool if he stayed up stairs with mommy and daddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after a couple days of moving and getting everything set up in our new rooms Andrew and I were now the proud new inhabitants of ‘our basement’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now back to the day at hand. As I was lying on my bed trying to salvage any amount of laziness that I had lost throughout my busy day I heard a bustling coming from our playroom which was at the bottom of the stairs and in between Andrews room and mine. Knowing that I would never be able to relax until the basement was quiet I went out into the family room to tell whoever it was to quiet down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The scene before my eyes was quite hilarious. My mom, Andrew and my younger sister Stephanie were all in huddled together in the playroom and they were all eyeing the staircase. I looked over to the staircase and saw a huge hairy spider sitting on one of the steps. Around said hairy spider were many toys that had been thrown at the spider in a futile attempt to smash it without getting close. My mom related to me later in life that she was too afraid to throw a soft baseball bat at it because she was afraid it would land close to the spider and ‘pop’ the spider up and in our direction. I, of course, joined in the huddled mass at the bottom of the stairs due to my extreme arachnophobia. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hours later when my dad arrived home from work he walked in to an empty house. He called out for his family and heard faint yells from the basement. Upon investigation he found us in the exact position we had been in hours earlier. He swiftly killed the spider, which had moved only inches from its original spot, and relieved us from our vigilant posts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SV6fajCYS3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/B3LbgxaM7vA/s1600-h/spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SV6fajCYS3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/B3LbgxaM7vA/s320/spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286838291010177906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-2538391038131904032?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2538391038131904032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2538391038131904032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2538391038131904032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2538391038131904032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2009/01/beast-real-story-4-th-grade-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SV6fajCYS3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/B3LbgxaM7vA/s72-c/spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1331669439402644743</id><published>2008-12-30T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:31:10.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>2008 Recapped :)</title><content type='html'>Two days until 2009! I am feeling the need to recap my life for the last year. Be excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Blah&lt;br /&gt;February - More of Blah&lt;br /&gt;March - Ew&lt;br /&gt;April - Skipping finals week to go to Zions with my family. Not something I would recommend for most serious students but I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels Landing. Scariest hike I have ever been on. Having a 3,000 foot cliff be right next to you while holding onto a chain, climbing and making sure that my 9 year old sister and 12 year old brother were safe... so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZD0kcsaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9i3KsvP-zlA/s1600-h/Angels+Landing+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZD0kcsaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9i3KsvP-zlA/s320/Angels+Landing+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285705403602874786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - Long boarding and more long boarding. Granted my board was the slowest thing to ever grace Provo Canyon but I still loved it.  Also, being an extra on HSM 3 and getting to see Zac Efron in person. Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZRajGjCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_WGo6H5CaiI/s1600-h/HSM+Extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZRajGjCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_WGo6H5CaiI/s320/HSM+Extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285705637136075810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taren and I on the set of HSM 3. Yes that is Corbin and Zac in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - New York, Boston, Salem, Wicked, awesome outfits (pink and purple tights, crazy tube socks and bright colors), Times Square, Haunting Tour in a thunder storm, Empire State Building, Shopping in China Town, back rooms and Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZiUfyN8I/AAAAAAAAALA/ZAqPWoySap8/s1600-h/Wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZiUfyN8I/AAAAAAAAALA/ZAqPWoySap8/s320/Wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285705927569323970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casco ME, CLS, Animal Game, Ha, Bob the Weasel, "How to Live a Better Life", Whippoorwills, Wal Mart, Thatchers, sleeping in a hotel while while the rest of the counselors slept in a field and got drunk, Hannah Montana Superhero at a slumber party, accidentally kissing Mush, The Hole and my first session campers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZsKhAtlI/AAAAAAAAALI/fRvL51-K5FM/s1600-h/Hannah+Montana+Superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZsKhAtlI/AAAAAAAAALI/fRvL51-K5FM/s320/Hannah+Montana+Superhero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285706096688805458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Spirit Day, Blue Sharks, Bye Bye Birdie, The Spot, sleeping in Jo's car (every twenty minutes... "Why are we here????" in a whiny voice),  Old Orchard Beach, knock off Louise Vuitton watch,  S'mores, Pontoon Boats, Departure Day, Doves, EED, CCP, Twilight (not the book!), Kaylie and Kaitlin and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqaI5qzbSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/po2DiCojPkI/s1600-h/Pontoon+Boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqaI5qzbSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/po2DiCojPkI/s320/Pontoon+Boats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285706590382681378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August- Boston Red Socks, wandering around Boston by myself, first time on a subway by myself, being ready to go home, being sick for a week straight, Thanksgiving dinner... again, syrup on everything, Booth Bay Harbor, whale watching, a little unknown beach, almost getting stranded a half a mile out in the Atlantic Ocean, Chinese Restaurant, second session campers, more rain and finally going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqaVgZub3I/AAAAAAAAALY/c_ueJmIvtZw/s1600-h/Boston+Red+Socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqaVgZub3I/AAAAAAAAALY/c_ueJmIvtZw/s320/Boston+Red+Socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285706806938464114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - My first month back in 'real life', working in the Sandy Office, my 23rd birthday, Taren leaving for Russia, Scott, guitar lessons, floating down the Provo River, BYU football, moving into Glenwood with Steph, making a Hannah Montana music video, tumbling at All American, the big 'dance party' in Reams parking lot with Sarah, Sarah and I trying to go on  a 'diet' and failing miserably and Devin kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqagzu6__I/AAAAAAAAALg/9KZkPQWotiw/s1600-h/Cheesecake+Factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqagzu6__I/AAAAAAAAALg/9KZkPQWotiw/s320/Cheesecake+Factory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285707001106202610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My family at the Cheesecake Factory on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - Me trying to convince myself and others that I didn't want a boyfriend, more BYU football, working in the Orem Office with Steph, HSM 3, Going to Logan and seeing Heather, getting a flu shot, Disney Land, riding around Disney Land in a wheel chair, texting Devin, watching Sleeping Beauty and Mulan, finally telling Devin that we could date and being an awesome vampire for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqaxXA-AdI/AAAAAAAAALo/PEgUitnQShs/s1600-h/Dev+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqaxXA-AdI/AAAAAAAAALo/PEgUitnQShs/s320/Dev+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285707285455045074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - Mooooore BYU football, being really happy, babysitting my siblings for ten days while my parents were in Hawaii, swimming at the AF Rec, Frosty's, Nancy Drew, a real Thanksgiving dinner, going to Salina and meeting Devins' grandparents and Twilight coming out into theaters and sucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqa6oKvzII/AAAAAAAAALw/eiju01J9bjw/s1600-h/BYU+Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqa6oKvzII/AAAAAAAAALw/eiju01J9bjw/s320/BYU+Football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285707444678282370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - Making sugar cookies and macaroni and cheese, Vegas Bowl, going to Temple Square twice, Spaghetti Factory (also twice), Blindman Christmas Party, snow, going to the gym with Sarah and Steph, working... lots, signing up for 2009 classes, reading HP 1 again, Christmas, being sick on Christmas, getting the best gifts ever, going to see Marley and Me (so good), Uncle DeVere coming up from CA, being a Shepard in our family nativity, Brick Oven and being excited for 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqbGV3ANeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaigkQDqtq0/s1600-h/Conference+Center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqbGV3ANeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaigkQDqtq0/s320/Conference+Center.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285707645922063842" 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/3053586641226175695-1331669439402644743?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1331669439402644743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1331669439402644743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1331669439402644743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1331669439402644743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-recapped.html' title='2008 Recapped :)'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SVqZD0kcsaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9i3KsvP-zlA/s72-c/Angels+Landing+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-7067657503180492805</id><published>2008-12-22T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:31:23.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Creativity at it's Finest</title><content type='html'>My little sisters are the cutest things in the world! I don't know what I would do without them. Yesterday, a choir that they are in was singing at a sacrament meeting down in Provo. Devin and I went to hear them sing and afterwards I let them ride up with me to our house in Alpine. Both Elizabeth and Allie were in the back seat and I was in the front seat. They were being suspiciously quiet so I looked back to see what they were doing. This is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_ywQi9FCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wtvrPk5TZSw/s1600-h/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_ywQi9FCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wtvrPk5TZSw/s320/kids1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282707798818100258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_y2QjJ92I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OeL7aNM9APQ/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_y2QjJ92I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OeL7aNM9APQ/s320/kids2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282707901898159970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_y8D06m1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_I64fNpSmlg/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_y8D06m1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_I64fNpSmlg/s320/kids3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282708001562205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given them Twizzlers to eat on the ride up :) When we reached our home I had to get in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_yr1YJasI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TssSN6vvHBI/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_yr1YJasI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TssSN6vvHBI/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282707722805537474" 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/3053586641226175695-7067657503180492805?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/7067657503180492805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=7067657503180492805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7067657503180492805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7067657503180492805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/12/creativity-at-its-finest.html' title='Creativity at it&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SU_ywQi9FCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wtvrPk5TZSw/s72-c/kids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2270698135316790587</id><published>2008-12-17T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:31:42.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Oh Brother Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>My wonderful 20 year old brother is on an LDS mission in Toronto Canada! He left October 10, 2007 and will be coming home sometime in October 2009! I can't wait to have him home! Growing up it felt like Andrew was my other half... my obstinate, annoying, smart alec half but still... (haha kidding.) We did everything together! From building huts in empty lots, selling food, biking to the AF recreational center, water fights, I think I was even able to con him into playing house with me a few times, one time I KNOW that I conned him into being in my musical, Greece, in our basement, and I think I even curled his hair at times! Most all of my memories from when I was younger involve Andrew and our little sister Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post is that I miss my brother. But I am so proud of him! I can't even imagine dropping everything in my life for two years and going out to teach other people something that I know to be true. But he, and many other 19 year old boys, did it! And continually do it! Good job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a website that my dad has made for my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.creoad.com/missionary/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should all write him... either emails or letters are fine. He would appreciate it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUmR9V7AcMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/enDrmbIoRYc/s1600-h/Drew-portrait-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUmR9V7AcMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/enDrmbIoRYc/s320/Drew-portrait-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280912521111302338" 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/3053586641226175695-2270698135316790587?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2270698135316790587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2270698135316790587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2270698135316790587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2270698135316790587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-brother-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh Brother Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUmR9V7AcMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/enDrmbIoRYc/s72-c/Drew-portrait-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5990536535909000846</id><published>2008-12-15T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:32:05.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Publish My Love by Rogue Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I don’t usually talk about guys that I’m dating in my blog. There are a few reasons for this: #1. I don’t have any clue as to what to say about them at all! Example: So I'm dating this guy. He's great. The end. Booooring. #2. People don’t want to read about my mushy love life. (But believe me for the past year there really hasn’t been that much mush. Not until recently at least. Hhaa.) and finally #3. What if it is just a little fling that doesn’t last very long… do I want them memorialized in my blog? Nope. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, I’m going to go out on a limb here and introduce all of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; faithful readers to my boyfriend: Devin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUamwpX3nwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9MqZK7Ju8Oo/s1600-h/Temple+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUamwpX3nwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9MqZK7Ju8Oo/s320/Temple+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280090967808384770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devin and I at Temple Square last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;Devin was my home teacher last year when I lived at Carriage Cove. I don’t think that he ever actually taught me anything though. (Not then at least.) Him and his roommate Sam would come over a lot though under the pretense that they were going to teach us something. Sometimes we would go do things too… like one time we went to Del Taco, and another time we went to Cold Stone (I think this is because I owed him ice cream because I had kissed someone. Hm), and another time we went to a movie, I think the movie was Baby Mama, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I would like to take a second and congratulate myself on that last sentence. It had 4 comma’s and a few ‘…’s. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Maine last summer and we texted sometimes (As much as I was allowed to text anyways.) Then when I got home he asked me to go to Del Taco with him and as we were sitting in his car waiting for my sister he kissed me! I was super mad at him because that just changes the dynamic of everything. Gr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUapHWCEviI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Vo6PCjgvXzE/s1600-h/Me+Dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUapHWCEviI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Vo6PCjgvXzE/s320/Me+Dev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280093556776943138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently I ended up being okay with him kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/3053586641226175695-5990536535909000846?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5990536535909000846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5990536535909000846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5990536535909000846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5990536535909000846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/12/publish-my-love-by-rogue-wave.html' title='Publish My Love by Rogue Wave'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUamwpX3nwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9MqZK7Ju8Oo/s72-c/Temple+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3702829266403248284</id><published>2008-12-12T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:32:15.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>I love music.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music is my passion. (One of them at least) I don’t understand how people cannot care for music very much. Music is perfect for any mood because there are so many different types of music! I love concerts! I haven’t been to one in way way too long. (A couple months at least.) Most of my favorite bands I have seen in concert. These concerts consist of a small room where bodies are packed in so tightly you can smell everyone around you. When the guy in front of you has really bad BO believe me, you know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are some songs that I am loving today!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ben Folds – You Don’t Know Me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Starting Line – Best of Me (I think this song has been on my ‘list’ for about five years.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Augustana – Boston (I fell in love with this song on the way to Boston. Seriously)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Shins – Australia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imogen Heap – Hide and Seek&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Silverstein – Your Sword vs. My Dagger&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maroon 5 – Human&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rise Against – Give it All (Also on ‘the list’ for years)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Secondhand Serenade – Fall For You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fall Out Boy – Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brand New – Seventy Times Seven&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUK4R40S1aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ritEPD4mIME/s1600-h/The+shins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUK4R40S1aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ritEPD4mIME/s320/The+shins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278984330680653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-3702829266403248284?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3702829266403248284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3702829266403248284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3702829266403248284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3702829266403248284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SUK4R40S1aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ritEPD4mIME/s72-c/The+shins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1088281184404621504</id><published>2008-12-05T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:32:27.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Who Loves You More</title><content type='html'>So I was searching for a song by The Starting Line because, 1. I love this song, 2. I didn't know the name of it and I wanted to make sure I had it on my I Tunes. I came across this blog posted on Feb. 8 of this year by a blogger on MSN... (I couldn't find the name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not at this place in my life anymore. Not even close! But had I come across this at about the time that this blog was written I would have related perfectly! It's always nice to be reminded that when you are having hard times in your life you are not the only one. You aren't alone. So I copied and pasted the post. I hope I'm not plagiarizing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being generous and turning the other cheek is always hard for anyone. You can be as zen or taoist or Christ-like or [insert your model for unselfish behavior here] and it still hurts to watch the world keep revolving when some shock or loss keeps your mind standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's that I haven't yet reached that limit of loss. Perhaps there is some floor you have to hit, some threshold where numbness envelops and stillness settles you to its chest. I feel I've been there before and it isn't the lack pain I'm longing. Pain is living, another breath is another moment I shouldn't waste. No, I the return to normalcy is my hearts need. That infusion of passion from facing the future and feeling free, no foundering or fragility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where my confidence should be.  I just can't push through.  There is to much Me in me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I can't wait for this to end&lt;br /&gt;And leave tonight behind us&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsettled letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping the night in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letdown falls along with me&lt;br /&gt;Onto my bed while rolling over&lt;br /&gt;So break my heart or break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss him or cover all&lt;br /&gt;The memories you had of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;You were standing by his side&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw me&lt;br /&gt;Was through your closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;As I'm waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you more?&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you more?&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until my heart mends&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally go outside&lt;br /&gt;And I tell myself, "Well Ken&lt;br /&gt;It's better to have lost love&lt;br /&gt;Than to paint a smile and pretend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;You were standing by his side&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw me&lt;br /&gt;Was through your closed eyes as I'm waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you more?&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you more?&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;You were standing by his side&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw me&lt;br /&gt;Was in a crumpled photograph that missed the bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you more?&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Decisions, Decisions from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000W063FY?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=tempusfugatec-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000W063FY"&gt;A Goodnight's Sleep&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;b&gt;The Starting Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-1088281184404621504?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1088281184404621504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1088281184404621504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1088281184404621504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1088281184404621504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-loves-you-more.html' title='Who Loves You More'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-4600606348254516342</id><published>2008-11-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:32:38.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; High School Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first car was a Nissan Stanza and then I had my first Honda Civic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the most embarrassing moment of high school? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha, I'm sure I had many :o) Doing embarrassing things is the story of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you a party animal? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not when I had a boyfriend... which was about 75% of high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a nerd? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soooo wasn't. Even though looking back I wish I had been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you get suspended/ expelled? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No...I may have been close though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you still sing the fight song? "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charge on into the fight, brave valiant Lone Peak Knights..." If I really thought about it I could probably still do the cheer with it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who were your favorite teachers? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brems and Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where did you sit during lunch? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usually left for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your school's full name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lone Peak High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. School mascot? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you go to Homecoming and who with? which year? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophomore year: Todd. Junior year: Andrew. Senior year: Jason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some days I totally think I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying not to trip as I walked across the Marriott Center... I was in high heels (gasp, I know, I never wear those things.) And how freaking long it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you go senior skip day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lagoon. That's where we all went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Were you in a club? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um, I think I may have signed up for the Harry Potter club because my friend was doing it... but that's all I ever did with it was sign up. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you gained some weight since then? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yep :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who was your prom date? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophomore year: Daniel. Junior and Senior year: Jason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;robably.. because my friend will be planning it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys stink!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer"&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt; &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-2087548667"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8777082339153126690&amp;amp;postID=1827948801585700429" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt; &lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-4600606348254516342?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/4600606348254516342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=4600606348254516342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4600606348254516342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4600606348254516342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html' title='Memories!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2917991549425397261</id><published>2008-11-19T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:32:50.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>The Beast</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of writing a few memoirs of my childhood. They are taking longer then I thought they would. So I decided to steal a story from my brothers childhood that he wrote for a school project a couple years ago. Gee, I wish I had all my Creative Writing stories still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;               The Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Cursing, I glanced at the blinking red glow of my alarm clock. 6:32. I rolled out of bed and tripped on the standard accumulation of clothing on the floor. Part running, part waddling, I made the journey toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. Upon reaching my destination  I dropped my drawers and waited for relief to come. After alleviating the pressure I sauntered the length of the hall toward my warm bed and whatever sleep I might salvage from my restless night.&lt;br /&gt;      Three feet from my room, a cold chill stopped me dead in my tracks. Frozen temporarily, I spied the largest, hairiest, most disgusting spider I had ever seen. The beast was crouching on the small spans of carpet between the foot of the stairs and the doorway to my room. A shocking two inches wide, the beast blocked the entrance to my private sanctuary with fear alone.&lt;br /&gt;      Several years later my sister, Megan, was reading me an e-mail she had received from one of her co-workers. "The average person swallows four to five spiders whole while sleeping each year. Though many of these spiders may have poisons that will cause illness within a human, it does not cause problems when swallowed because it is neutralized by the potent acids within the stomach."&lt;br /&gt;      "Yeah…um…that's an urban legend," I told my mortified sister.&lt;br /&gt;      "I don't know. It sounds to me like that could happen, especially if a person is sleeping with there mouth open. A spider could crawl inside to escape the cold."&lt;br /&gt;      "Yep, that's an urban legend."&lt;br /&gt;      "Prove it," my sister said with intent of not being proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;      Confident, I took her place at the computer with full intent of showing her the error of her ways. Though I found that the e-mail had been grossly wrong, it was wrong in the opposite direction I had been expecting. The e-mail had been a very conservative projection.&lt;br /&gt;      After a quick search in Google, I found that the average person swallows twelve spiders whole while sleeping each year. The average person will also eat over a pound of spider parts in various foods. The government actually has regulations for products like candy bars on how much spider they can have per gram. Far from being poisonous, spider is an excellent source of protein.&lt;br /&gt;      "That's disgusting!" my sister exclaimed as I read the article out loud.&lt;br /&gt;      Several weeks after reading the article on the internet I wasn't surprised to wake up after feeling something other than my tongue in my mouth. Remembering that it would be worse to be bit, I swallowed it. Though the taste was nasty, I no longer needed breakfast that morning.&lt;br /&gt;      With the topic on my mind, I recalled standing at the base of the stairs one morning when I was eight.&lt;br /&gt;      As I stood stationary at the bottom of the stairs I considered my options. Most logical and rational paths I could come up with involved smashing the spider. But the thought of getting nearer to the beast was eliminated immediately in my mind. On the other hand I could go and climb in bed with my older sister. This thought was also eliminated by the thought of a titan spider prancing around my room, enjoying all the luxuries therein, or even worse…laying eggs. This left one more option…&lt;br /&gt;      "MOM!" I screamed up the stairs, "MOM!!"&lt;br /&gt;      Under the obvious impression that I was in life threatening danger, had a serious injury, or both, my mother darted out of bed and ran down the stairs to my rescue. Reaching the top of the last flight of stairs she stopped.&lt;br /&gt;      "What's the matter?" she asked, her voice dripping with disappointment that I had not somehow severed a limb.&lt;br /&gt;      "Spider," I gasped extending my arm in the direction of the menacing beast.&lt;br /&gt;      "You have got to be kidding me," she said gazing down upon her pathetic son.&lt;br /&gt;      With one swift motion my mother had come down the stairs, grabbed a stick from a nearby room, and smashed the spider.&lt;br /&gt;      "Go back to bed," she said directing me to my vacant room.&lt;br /&gt;      My humiliation complete, I staggered into my room. Collapsing upon my bed I could only think one thing…&lt;br /&gt;      "You're pathetic."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-2917991549425397261?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2917991549425397261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2917991549425397261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2917991549425397261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2917991549425397261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/11/beast.html' title='The Beast'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-4194307911831881103</id><published>2008-11-07T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:33:03.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>8 is my favorite number... really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8 Things I Am Passionate About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. My family. They mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. The Gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. The beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8. Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUG8CRcQcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Sy2x_L9ouKA/s1600-h/Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUG8CRcQcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Sy2x_L9ouKA/s320/Disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266122967751606722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's not embarrassing to be 23 and still loving Disney. Promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8 Words or Phrases I say often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Oh my heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Holy Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. What's that? A hat? A crazy funky junky hat.... Okay I don't say that but Alex Russo does on Wizards of Waverly place and so sometimes I think about saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. I wish I were in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That's six... I can't think of 2 more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Get married in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Have beautiful kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Live happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Travel the world (Europe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; and my favorite place ever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Finish school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Meet Zac Efron and Adam Brody... wait! Already did both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Go bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8. Scuba dive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" st="on"&gt;Great Barrier Reef&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUGtlToP9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/aSH8WcQbHMU/s1600-h/SLC+Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUGtlToP9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/aSH8WcQbHMU/s320/SLC+Temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266122719457984466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Temple I want to be married in :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I have learned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;2. God has a plan for me and that things will happen when he is ready for them to :o)&lt;br /&gt;3. That sometimes you need to completely take yourself out of your comfort zone to find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. That to make friends you have to be a friend to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;5. No matter how many clothes (I) you buy you (I) always want more.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dance Dance Revolution, Guitar Hero and Karaoke Revolution are better then any dance, guitar or singing lessons I ever took.&lt;br /&gt;7. " I've heard it said&lt;br /&gt;That people come into our lives for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Bringing something we must learn&lt;br /&gt;And we are led&lt;br /&gt;To those who help us most to grow&lt;br /&gt;If we let them&lt;br /&gt;And we help them in return," :o) - "For Good" from Wicked&lt;br /&gt;8. You can never watch High School Musical too many times&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUF929WVuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/seJ1tmHjAo8/s1600-h/For+Good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUF929WVuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/seJ1tmHjAo8/s320/For+Good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266121899562653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Elfaba and Galinda singing "For Good."&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/3053586641226175695-4194307911831881103?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/4194307911831881103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=4194307911831881103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4194307911831881103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/4194307911831881103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-is-my-favorite-number-really.html' title='8 is my favorite number... really.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRUG8CRcQcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Sy2x_L9ouKA/s72-c/Disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3421240922270611120</id><published>2008-11-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:33:19.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Taren's Email :-)</title><content type='html'>This is why I love my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A texting conversation between Sarah and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: I want Taren home right now!!!! (She's in Russia - this was not part of the text.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Tell me about it! She's such a little bum! But December 14th! A little over a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Let's kidnap her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Perfect. Are we taking a train bus or plane to get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Ah, much better. And cheaper. Can I wear a cowboy hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Yes! And boots too, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Of course! Those are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Very necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Or we could swim. If so I get the mermaid fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Deal, as long as I get a sea shell bra :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Done, I don't want the male fish hitting on me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Why not? I've heard some good things about those fish... If you can overlook the body odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Because those are more like  fish whores... going for the mermaid with the midriff showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRN-zJkbNiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uk-oEgk6o9A/s1600-h/airel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRN-zJkbNiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uk-oEgk6o9A/s320/airel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691806533367330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Side note: Little Mermaid is my favorite Disney movie ever!)&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/3053586641226175695-3421240922270611120?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3421240922270611120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3421240922270611120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3421240922270611120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3421240922270611120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/11/tarens-email.html' title='Taren&apos;s Email :-)'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SRN-zJkbNiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uk-oEgk6o9A/s72-c/airel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5692712637636205200</id><published>2008-11-03T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:33:38.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>The Teeth Make the Outfit</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. There are many reasons for this so I will name a few: dressing up, candy, dressing up, candy, dressing up and candy.     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year Steph and I went as vampires. Really really cool Vampires. We dressed in all black, spray painted our hair black, wore really dark eye make up and bought these amazing vampire teeth that molded to our own teeth!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ve decided I am going to keep the teeth and wear them on special occasions: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day, Fourth of July, My Birthday etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQ92XW4CDcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z9M0wDEk9Js/s1600-h/Fangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQ92XW4CDcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z9M0wDEk9Js/s320/Fangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556633069063618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect view of my teeth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQ92oftDaCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QnH5psYiaUU/s1600-h/StephMegFangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQ92oftDaCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QnH5psYiaUU/s320/StephMegFangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556927496710178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3053586641226175695-5692712637636205200?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5692712637636205200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5692712637636205200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5692712637636205200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5692712637636205200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/11/teeth-make-outfit.html' title='The Teeth Make the Outfit'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQ92XW4CDcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z9M0wDEk9Js/s72-c/Fangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5572145126006573593</id><published>2008-10-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:43:50.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweenager'/><title type='text'>I Want the World, Nothing Less</title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty fun. But the highlight of it was definitely Friday night… HSM 3!!! I totally had 20 seconds of screen time!! (Okay the back of my head had about 15 of those seconds and my face had about 5… but I’m still IN HSM 3!!)  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me paint a picture for you:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:20 the lights go down. Everyone’s hearts are beating in anticipation. The previews start to roll and wala! One of the previews is Zac Efron’s new movie ‘Seventeen’ which will be making its big screen debut on April 17, 2009. I can’t wait. There was many a hushed scream when we saw his face up there. The previews keep going until they finally ended. Then a big “HSM 3” rolled across the screen followed by a close up of Zacs face… all sweaty and worried looking. The theater erupted in screams and applause! It was amazing! Steph and I let out our own little squeals of delight at seeing our favorite actor again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole movie was amazing! It really was about 100 x better than I had expected. The music was amazing! (I immediately ran to Wal Mart after and bought the sound track.) The dancing was to die for! Sure there were a few things that were a little cheesy but come on it’s Disney and made for pre-teens (Even though I’m sure they are very well aware that there are many of the older generation that are just as obsessed.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is one song called “Can I Have This Dance,” that Troy and Gabriella sing to each other and I have been listening to it on repeat for the past couple of days. It is sooo cute!! Really mushy and really cute! Here are some lyrics. Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Take my hand, take a breath, pull me close and take one step. Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s like catching lightning; the chances of finding someone like you. It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do. And with every step together we just keep on getting better. So can I have this dance? ~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways go see HSM3 if you have the chance!! You won’t be disappointed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQYzKxrT7nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9xljVr2L0Ok/s1600-h/Zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQYzKxrT7nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9xljVr2L0Ok/s320/Zac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261949474855710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Saturday I went to the BYU Football game. It was really close which was pretty disappointing. We used to be good, what happened? Letting UNLV almost beat us? Not good. Both of the teams defenses were not exactly great. Oh well. One highlight of the game: they announced the 2008-2009 BYU Basketball Team line up! And Jackson Emery is back! Yay! Hopefully the last two years didn’t drain him of talent : ) And next year Tyler Haws (Also from Lone Peak) will be playing there. Exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQYzYxYF3DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dUTuKRR1VsU/s1600-h/BYU.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQYzYxYF3DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dUTuKRR1VsU/s320/BYU.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261949715293264946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; Then I: went to dinner at Applebees, went to The Scream Asylum, went home, watched USC, went to sleep, woke up, went to church, went to my parents house, went to Devin’s sisters house, went home and did nothing. Great weekend!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-5572145126006573593?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5572145126006573593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5572145126006573593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5572145126006573593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5572145126006573593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-world-nothing-less.html' title='I Want the World, Nothing Less'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQYzKxrT7nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9xljVr2L0Ok/s72-c/Zac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3790156098539942910</id><published>2008-10-24T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:43:28.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweenager'/><title type='text'>A Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>Okay so today, October 24, 2008, is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it is not my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No World War 3 didn't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3 WAS RELEASED INTO THEATERS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to a text message on my phone this morning that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meg. It was amazing. I almost cried. I wanted to jump into the screen and grab Zac Efron right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My text back went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will cry and I will jump at the screen... hitting my face and falling miserably to the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Disney Channel keeps telling me, this is going to be epic! Gigantfabulousazing!!!! (I just made that word up right now. Be proud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going tonight to the 7:20 showing. All of us girls in my family will be wearing our HSM shirts :) I think that we may embarrass those who are coming with us. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI1-xKuQII/AAAAAAAAAGA/IAYO2bs1S-0/s1600-h/HSM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI1-xKuQII/AAAAAAAAAGA/IAYO2bs1S-0/s320/HSM3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260826667188633730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the official 'poster' for HSM 3. It's very typical. They are jumping (as they are in the first one.) But in this one they are wearing their graduation caps and gowns. This is marking their last year in High School. I can totally remember my last year in high school (It really wasn't that long ago... honest.) I was definitely breaking out into choreographed song and dance ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI21-SvUcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rcwK2OsM2OM/s1600-h/Prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI21-SvUcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rcwK2OsM2OM/s320/Prom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260827615604724162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My senior year prom looked nothing like theirs. Come to think of it, neither did my junior year or sophomore year. I'm beginning to think I was jipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI3HniJzuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gzXIzwpLmtU/s1600-h/Ryan+and+Sharpay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI3HniJzuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gzXIzwpLmtU/s320/Ryan+and+Sharpay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260827918733004514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this musical number. Apparently it is totally out there and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI3S9MPMBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qXRu8rZ1eYA/s1600-h/troyandgab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI3S9MPMBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qXRu8rZ1eYA/s320/troyandgab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828113525223442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in absolute love with this boy and WILL marry him someday. First he needs to get rid of Vanessa and realize how amazing I am. It's only a matter of time really. (Why did I put up a picture of him with Vanessa in it? Really what was I thinking?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So moral of this post: Go see HSM3!! Zac Efron will be mine someday. I think all High School's should mandate choreographed singing and dancing into it's curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3053586641226175695-3790156098539942910?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3790156098539942910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3790156098539942910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3790156098539942910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3790156098539942910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/10/phenomenon.html' title='A Phenomenon'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQI1-xKuQII/AAAAAAAAAGA/IAYO2bs1S-0/s72-c/HSM3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-955508161233717127</id><published>2008-10-23T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:27:59.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Two Pirates and a green Fairy</title><content type='html'>So my family was in California the other day and we just so happened to make it to Disneyland. (Basically my second favorite place on the earth. The beach being the first.) We were standing in line for one of my favorite rides, *Space Mountain, when my dad said to me “Megan you should start a blog. I think you would be a good blogger.” I laughed and proceeded to tell him that I actually have my own blog… and have had it for about a year now. I think he felt a little sheepish. But I guess it really is my own fault because I don’t tell too many people about my blog. Woops.   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;California was amazing but also a little weird without my brother Andrew. Thankfully next year when we go Andrew will be with us. Actually next year when we go on a Disney Cruise Andrew will be with us (hint hint cough mom cough cough.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEDGU1PHyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ciKPdQXBoao/s1600-h/Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEDGU1PHyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ciKPdQXBoao/s320/Castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260489246951546658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of my favorite things at Disney Land this year were:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      hot chocolate that we got every night that burned my tongue… every time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Riding      around in a wheel chair one day because I had hurt my ankle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      Parade of Dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Peter      Pan by myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;How      they have incorporated Johnny Depp into the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;How we      went over UEA which has been coined “Utah’s Exodus to Anneheim.” That      means that Disneyland was packed with a bunch of Utahns. Everywhere I      looked there was either a BYU shirt, UVU shirt or Utah shirt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      firework show… Seriously Disneyland has the best fireworks EVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Not      looking into ‘the eyes’ on Indiana Jones. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Captain      Jack Sparrow actually passed me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sleeping      in a wheel chair while my family waited in line for Splash Mountain.      Awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some pictures to show you how awesome the trip was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEChKHWY-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pKvQZwX_sz0/s1600-h/Mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEChKHWY-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/pKvQZwX_sz0/s320/Mickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260488608419570658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad photoshopped my brother into a few pictures. When I saw these I laughed hysterically. It is amazing!! He was totally there with us in spirit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQECvV3nJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/eobYGUu_EFY/s1600-h/Me+in+a+wheel+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQECvV3nJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/eobYGUu_EFY/s320/Me+in+a+wheel+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260488852092954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a wheel chair. I really did hurt my foot! I wasn't faking it! And walking was really really hard! And since thats what you do 99.999% of the time at Disneyland I needed a wheelchair. Yes it was a must!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEC3cWip2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VyhcudbFj0I/s1600-h/Matterhorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEC3cWip2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VyhcudbFj0I/s320/Matterhorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260488991272249186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us on the Matterhorn roller coaster. I had to make sure that I made it into the picture :) And my brother is again photo shopped in. I love it, his head is sticking out from no where. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEC_CyJfwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G6HLnA5jhaU/s1600-h/Space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEC_CyJfwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G6HLnA5jhaU/s320/Space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260489121847672578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Space Mountain. Me doing Peace Signs. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Space Mountain is not my only favorite ride at Disneyland. I have many. Indiana Jones, Tower of Terror, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Jungle Cruise (They have really lame jokes that have never changed.) etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-955508161233717127?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/955508161233717127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=955508161233717127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/955508161233717127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/955508161233717127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-pirates-and-green-fairy.html' title='Two Pirates and a green Fairy'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SQEDGU1PHyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ciKPdQXBoao/s72-c/Castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5579271379267997265</id><published>2008-10-22T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:34:03.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>A Year in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ah, 14 years old. The time in any young teenage girls life where everything revolves around boys. Everywhere you go your looking over your shoulder hoping to see that perfect boy. You seem to have this fairy tale vision in your head: you and said perfect boy lock eyes realizing at once that you two were meant for each other, he runs over and sweeps you off your feet (literally) and your lips lock into the most perfect kiss you can imagine (which really isn’t that perfect considering you haven’t even had your first kiss yet so you really have nothing to compare it to – but that’s beside the point right?). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was the epitome of previously described 14-year-old girl. It seemed everything in my life revolved around boys. The nice thing about having this be my obsession was it was also my aunt’s obsession and she was only about a year older then I was. So at every family outing the two of us were always ‘on the look out’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My family has a time share on a house boat down at Lake Powell and so every summer we would spend a week down there ‘catching up’ with each others lives. This also turned out to be great ‘guy watch’ time. Pathetic, I know. I remember many times cruising down the channel, with my grandparents no less, and checking out the guys (I guess we can’t really call them ‘guys’ at this stage of life right? Should I use ‘boys’?) in other boats. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The summer after my eighth grade year was no different. Darcy (my aunt) and I spent our days down at Lake Powell lounging on top of our house boat waiting for any ‘hot boys’ to pass. There seemed to be a drought of ‘hot boys’ that year so I think we got to the point that any boy within our age rage would pass as eye candy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This year was also my first year wearing a ‘two pieced’ swimming suit. It was a strange and exhilarating feeling all rolled into one. I finally felt like a woman. I was finally going to get the attention that I deserved… all due to showing my stomach… or at least that’s what my 14-year-old mind was telling me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One exceptionally hot day Darcy and I were lounging on the top of the house boat after a nice dip in the lake when we saw a house boat about the size of ours pull onto the beach across the canyon from us. We watched as a plethora of boys piled out of the cabin onto the top of their house boat. We took one look at each other and immediately knew what we needed to do. This called for the first ‘real’ shower we had taken all week and possibly firing up the generator to blow dry and curl our hair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Darcy was the first to be done getting ready, spending a good 55 minutes as opposed to my 65 minutes, so she was already sprawled out upon our air mattress that we were going to use to ‘accidentally’ float across that canyon to said boys house boat, when I appeared on the back of the boat. I kindly asked Darcy to paddle back and pick me up seeing as the mattress had floated a good five feet away from where I was standing. Darcy politely refused (we were always so nice to each other…) and I was left with thinking up some brilliant plan as to how I could get from the back of the house boat to the air mattress completely dry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I pondered for a moment as I looked around and took in my surroundings. My uncles friend Brian was sitting in a lawn chair watching my predicament as were the ‘cute boys’ across the canyon. I knew I had to do something awe inspiring. After just a few more moments of pondering a light bulb went off in my head. I would commence to jump belly first and land on the air mattress gracefully. I once again looked around to make sure that everyone was watching and then launched myself from my dry stable ground hoping that in a few brief seconds I would feel the air mattress underneath me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I closed my eyes as soon as I was airborne and looking back that was probably a good idea considering had I seen what was coming there would probably have been a loud shriek followed by some thrashing of limbs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of feeling the softness of the air mattress as I landed I felt the ice-cold smack of the waters of Lake Powell hit me and knock the air out of me. This was not what I had expected. I sucked in a breath feeling the cold water fill my lungs as I quickly scrambled to the surface. My head popped out of the water and I sputtered water everywhere. I could quickly tell that the mascara that I had so carefully applied to my eyelashes was running down my face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And then I heard the laughter. It was coming from the air mattress, the back of our house boat and across the canyon. I looked around to see the source of the laughter&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but instead my eyes landed on my swimming suit top floating a couple feet away from me. How it happened to dismantle itself from my body and float a couple feet away I will never know. All I do know is that the blood quickly drained from my face as I grabbed it and tried to cover myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This was quite possibly the most humiliating experience I had yet to have and the next thing I heard made it almost unbearable. From the back deck of my house boat my uncles friend who had seen the whole debacle loudly stated:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Now Megan, that is something I will NEVER forget.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apparently I won’t ever forget it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3053586641226175695-5579271379267997265?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5579271379267997265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5579271379267997265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5579271379267997265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5579271379267997265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-in-making.html' title='A Year in the Making'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3068235644501936879</id><published>2008-09-21T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:52:00.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Two Yaks With One Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tagged myself from Taren’s blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's how it works: List 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 surprising facts about yourself. Then tag 5 people at the end of your post and leave them a comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Joys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Traveling and the beach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. My family&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Kittens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 Fears:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Loosing someone I love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Getting older&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Heights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 Goals:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Finish school&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Learn to play the guitar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Up date my blog at least once a week??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 Obsessions/Collections:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. High School Musical! HSM&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Ice cream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. The beach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t really collect anything. I tend to throw things away too quickly to collect them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 Surprising Facts About Me:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m a pretty open person so there’s not many things that I can say that will surprise people but here I go anyways:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. My favorite number is 8. It has been 8 since before I can remember and I really don’t know why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. I love driving by myself for extended amounts of time. It is the best time to think. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. I love use to be really self conscious and awkward around people. (Surprising, I know. Haha.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m also not tagging anyone. But anyone who reads this can totally steal the idea! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-3068235644501936879?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3068235644501936879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3068235644501936879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3068235644501936879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3068235644501936879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/09/killing-two-yaks-with-one-potato.html' title='Killing Two Yaks With One Potato'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-8214615718598864623</id><published>2008-09-21T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:27:23.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Bug Glasses and Orange Rainboots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;East Coast Top Ten&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#10. Dressing like a Hannah Montana superhero going to a slumber party is in fact the best social outfit ever! Yes that’s right, HM shirt with HM pillow case wrapped around my neck. Everyone was jealous of my ingenuity!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#9. Awesome tan lines!! I.E. flip flop tan lines on my feet!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#8. My bug glasses and bright orange rainboots. I figured they needed to make it somewhere into the post considering this post was named after them. (But I have been known to name certain posts about absolutely nothing that related to the actual post.) These were my staple ‘look’ for the summer. Yes I had a ‘look’ and it was quite… er… ferocious? My glasses, which take up half of my face, were purchased for $8.00 in china town and my awesome rainboots (which saved my life many times) were purchased for $20.00 from Target.com. (I believe they have already made an appearance in my blog. Oh well.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So basically everyday I looked wicked hot! No really. Nooooo Reeeeaaaalllllyyyy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#7. This summer was the first time that I have actually been skinny dipping. Scandalous I know! But before you judge me let me explain myself… It was the middle of the night, pitch black (you seriously couldn’t see anything), four girls and we were only there for TOPS twenty minutes. So it really wasn’t too scandalous. But now every Myspace survey that I fill out that asks the question “Have you ever been skinny dipping,” I will be able to answer “Yes.” Profound experience… I know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#6. Critter shorts, critter shoes, staff t shirts, spandex, bright colors, crocs, crazy awesome earrings from Wal Mart, Wal Mart clothes in general, millions of bracelets on one arm, no make-up, and dressing up as anything under the sun NEVER goes out of style. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#5. Hot Australians&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#4. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The art of perfect s’more and pizza bagel making. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#3. I am a pretty darn good whale watcher... which is interesting because I have the worst eyes in the world! But I did see many whales out in the middle of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/st1:place&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which brings me to another point (That doesn’t get another number because it was on the same day) When you walk about halfway out into the ocean to a sand bar that takes you out to an island make sure that the tide doesn’t start coming in because the sand bar that got you there will start disappearing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#2. We’re all in this together. (Yes, that is from High School Musical.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#1. You can learn a lot about yourself and others by taking yourself out of your comfort zone and doing something completely foreign to you. (Like being a camp counselor… definitely something foreign.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-8214615718598864623?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/8214615718598864623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=8214615718598864623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8214615718598864623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8214615718598864623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/09/bug-glasses-and-orange-rainboots.html' title='Bug Glasses and Orange Rainboots'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-8586067348963889051</id><published>2008-08-29T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:54:29.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Live A Better Life</title><content type='html'>Just a little video that they showed us at the beginning of camp before the kids got there. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rx-yXGXNstU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rx-yXGXNstU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-8586067348963889051?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/8586067348963889051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=8586067348963889051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8586067348963889051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8586067348963889051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-live-better-life.html' title='How To Live A Better Life'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-46984149517465563</id><published>2008-08-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:39:58.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post from my old Blog - Also not funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SLWeq6KYt6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zaPEGGaYeq0/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239268201519953826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SLWeq6KYt6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zaPEGGaYeq0/s320/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoga: To perceive the constant union, unity, or copulation with the divine self in every breath, in every moment, in every activity, and in every achievement. Yoga is the way one can perceive divinity manifested in the whole universe as well as in the entire body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back last February I had a coworker take me to a Bikram Yoga class. I had done yoga before at our local gym but I had never experienced anything quite like this. I didn’t know what to expect so I wore my regular gym clothes, which consisted of capris and a baggy t-shirt – bad idea. We walked into the studio a bit late and so we hurriedly put our mats down in the back of the room. There were about 15 people in the class and then one big mirror in the front of the room. The first thing that you notice when you walk in is the temperature of the room. To be true Bikram Yoga – or Hot Yoga as it is sometimes called – the temperature in the room must hit 105 degrees – definitely hotter then your average fitness class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bikram is composed of 26 poses – or asanas – each of which are performed twice in sequence and held for what can feel like forever. The first half of the set is the standing poses and the second half is the floor poses. The goal of all of these poses is to stretch your muscles and release all of the toxins in your body. Even though there are other people in the room you only are supposed to concentrate on yourself – how can you compare yourself to your neighbor? You have two completely different bodies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very last pose is Shavasana – or the corpse pose. This is designed to quiet the mind and as my teacher says “Thoughts may come but don’t dwell on them. Let them run through you”. Your supposed to keep your eyes open and ‘stay present in the room’ but truthfully all I ever want to do is close my eyes and fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the class you are absolutely pouring sweat. Seriously, stepping out of that class I feel as if I am stepping out of the shower – just not anywhere near as clean. But by the time I am home, showered and in bed I am really able to marvel at how good I feel. So, if you have the chance I would recommend trying Bikram Yoga. But go twice at least – I promise after the first time you will want to throw in the towel – this is the only way to get to know how truly wonderful Bikram is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-46984149517465563?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/46984149517465563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=46984149517465563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/46984149517465563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/46984149517465563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-from-my-old-blog-also-not-funny.html' title='A post from my old Blog - Also not funny'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SLWeq6KYt6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zaPEGGaYeq0/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1239845854510474018</id><published>2008-08-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:32:51.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they are right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that people quote things that Marilyn Monroe said. She wasn't exactly a dignitary, politician, philosopher or anything of that nature. She was an actress. Yet I read this quote and I liked it a lot so I decided that I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am at a turning point in my life right now. Last year I went through a lot of changes. And by a lot I mean &lt;em&gt;A LOT&lt;/em&gt;! I didn't exactly handle the changes very well which in turn led me to be someone I wasn't. But I am over that stage in my life now and I feel I am moving on. Maine def. helped :). I am relating a lot to the "sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together," part of M.M.'s quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this post wasn't very funny which is kinda sad because I am typically a very funny person. I apologize for the unfunniness of this quote and promise to have a laugh out loud hillarious post next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-1239845854510474018?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1239845854510474018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1239845854510474018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1239845854510474018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1239845854510474018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/08/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-299427263062704298</id><published>2008-08-25T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:28:26.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>OOheee It's Where I Wanna Be</title><content type='html'>I have been MIA for a couple months now. Sorry about that! I actually have been in Maine being a camp counselor for the summer. This was a HUGE learning experience in my life and I really feel like it has changed me a lot. It was also one of the hardest summers of my life. Basically we were on a rigid schedule from 7:30 in the morning until 10:00 at night. I couldn't ever call in sick to work (even though there were a few days when I know I should have), I couldn't sleep in, I had to always being worrying about someone else that wasn't myself (in most cases multiple people) and I basically had to 'grow up'. There was never a time during the summer when it was allowable to be selfish, lazy, arrogant, obstinant etc. If you couldn't tell: I had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine is gorgeous! If you ever get the chance to go I would def. say do it! It is so different then this mountaineous desert that we live in. There aren't any mountains at all actually but there are very large trees! Everything is green (this might stem from the fact that it rained half the summer). Our camp was about 1.5 hours out of Portland. We were in the middle of no mans land.  I did get to travel around Maine a little bit and everywhere was just as gorgeous as where we were. We went up to Booth Bay Harbor and it was quite possibly the cutest harbor I have ever seen. We went Whale Watching there and wow... that was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the place gorgeous but I also got to make many new friends and experience a different way of life. There were camp counselors there from all around the world! One of my friends was from Australia and he was possibly the funniest person I have ever met! We had completely different views of the world and morals and what not but it didn't matter. It was interesting explaining what I believe to so many different people. I was told more then once that I was the first LDS person they had ever met which was weird for me because I live in Utah. And I finally met my first TRUE hippie. We're talking no underwear, no cell phone, belief in reincarnation, life long dream: to travel the coast in a van and surf all day everyday and the list goes on and on. He was amazing and so fun to have conversations with! Basically everyone I met out there I absolutely loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back was really hard for me. My first full day back in Utah I basically just wanted to cry. I love everyone here and I was so grateful to see my family but I was already missing Maine. I didn't want to come back and get submersed in all of the drama of life again (which by the way I am not letting myself get submersed back in all of that so don't even try! hehe). At camp everything was so care free. When you went to bed at night the second your head hit the pillow you were out like a light. There was nothing to keep you up worrying about. So basically that is my goal for here... not to let things get to me like I used to! I'm doing good so far! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be back and I am glad to see everyone! I missed the mountains... weird I know, I missed floating down Provo River with my friends (which was amazing let me tell you!), I missed being able to eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, I missed my soft bed and I missed being able to do things without having daddy long legs everywhere!! Hallelujiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short: Camp was a great experience. Go if you have the chance. Go to Maine if you have a chance. Don't get submersed in random drama that doesn't matter. And KILL ALL DADDY LONG LEGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what makes you happy,&lt;br /&gt;Be with who makes you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh as much as you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Love as long as you live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-299427263062704298?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/299427263062704298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=299427263062704298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/299427263062704298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/299427263062704298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-mia-for-couple-months-now.html' title='OOheee It&apos;s Where I Wanna Be'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-6379698211391517025</id><published>2008-05-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:54:06.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathway to Stardom!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I have been living THE dream! Yes I have been being an extra on High School Musical 3!! This means (drum roll please)… I have met Zac Efron! I know be jealous! Haha. So Friday Taren and I went up to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; because we knew that they were filming that night. (We get the inside scoop. Lol) We just randomly showed up on set and talked to the extras coordinator and basically begged to be on the show. She relented after seeing how extremely good looking we were. So we sat in a tent for the next couple of hours awaiting our chance to meet Zac Efron! The moment finally came when the Extras Coordinator came in and asked us to come up to set with her to fill up balloons for a party scene that they were doing. We quickly agreed and the next thing we knew we were on the set with the WHOLE cast of HSM 3!! (Minus Ashley Tisdale). Taren and I started filling up balloons and in doing so got Zac’s attention &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because we were being our very hilarious self’s. He watched us for a second before Vanessa (His co star and girlfriend) came over and stole his attention away. Sad day. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then later in the night there was a scene where Zac was standing by a trampoline talking to some random guy and Taren and I were partying approx 2 feet away from him! Amazing!! I’m sure when the movie actually comes out and we see this scene we will be so embarrassed because we were seriously dancing away for two hours straight at 3:00 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I spent all of Friday night and Saturday night being an extra. Each night I didn’t get home until 7:00 the next morning but it was sooo worth it! It was really fun and a great experience. And amazingly they were all really nice! Who would have thunk?! Haha! I think that Corbin Bleu was actually the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this night was amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SDugYM7etgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQmJaOAsJ3w/s1600-h/wildcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SDugYM7etgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQmJaOAsJ3w/s320/wildcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204930132004746754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Taren and I in our Wildcat gear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-6379698211391517025?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/6379698211391517025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=6379698211391517025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6379698211391517025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/6379698211391517025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/05/pathway-to-stardom.html' title='Pathway to Stardom!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SDugYM7etgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQmJaOAsJ3w/s72-c/wildcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5418974140079603632</id><published>2008-05-04T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:26:33.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>"Whenever I think I need a therapist..."</title><content type='html'>So the other day at work we were talking about President Gordan B. Hinckley and how awesome all of his talks were. This came up because I came across a quote from him that I absolutely loved. It goes:  &lt;p class="dailybody"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around and shouting that he has been robbed. The fact of the matter is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey...delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dailycite"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Pres. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/st1:place&gt; Evening with a General Authority, September 1980&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dailycite"&gt;I love this quote because it is almost exactly what I needed to hear right now. So I read this to my co worker and then proceeded to tell her, “Whenever I feel like I need a therapist I wish President Hinckley could be my therapist.” She got a kick out of it. Apparently her favorite part of it was, “Whenever I feel like I need a therapist…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="dailycite"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SB11HrC93pI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TRT3OAh7rgc/s1600-h/Pres.+Hinckley+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SB11HrC93pI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TRT3OAh7rgc/s320/Pres.+Hinckley+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196438319730122386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="dailycite"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-5418974140079603632?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5418974140079603632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5418974140079603632' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5418974140079603632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5418974140079603632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/05/whenever-i-think-i-need-therapist.html' title='&quot;Whenever I think I need a therapist...&quot;'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SB11HrC93pI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TRT3OAh7rgc/s72-c/Pres.+Hinckley+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-5945709394254468702</id><published>2008-05-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:17:52.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atleast you don't have boogers on your shirt...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking to myself - "Self, it's time for a new blog." So here I am writing a new blog with absolutely nothing to really talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave to Maine in 42 days. I am so excited! I am going to be a camp counselor at Camp Laurel South. I get to teach kids how to play tennis! I have never been to the east coast so this will be a real adventure. I will be there for almost exactly 2 months. Hopefully everyone will miss me. They had better. Today Taren and I walked around Target for approximately three hours looking for stuff for Maine. I finally left there with: 2 skirts, a pair of shorts, TONS of socks (the knee high kind that are so amazingly awesome), and the soundtrack to Wicked. (Okay so the Wicked cd wasn't really for Maine but I have been really wanting it for a while now.) I would also like to let everyone know that I bought THE HOTTEST rainboots off of Target.com the other day! I apparently am going to need those in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SBqjZLC93oI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ncABTY61cNA/s1600-h/Rainboots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SBqjZLC93oI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ncABTY61cNA/s320/Rainboots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195644772982578818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(These are my HOT rain boots!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's shopping extravaganza was awesome - and LONG. Here is something to consider that Taren and I were wondering about while we were at Target looking at headbands. Why do they make those really cute headbands that go all the way around your head when they never stay on ANYONE'S head?! We wanted some but they kept coming off of our heads. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having to be social lately and I decided it is such a pain. The other night my friend came up to my parents house to hang out with me (yes I moved home to my parents house and yes my 'friend' was a boy.) Anyways we were going downstairs to play guitar hero and there right in the middle of the hallway was my underwear!! What the heck?!?! The only thing that I can think of is that my dog got into my room and took them off my floor out into the hall. So I just walk by them hoping that no one will notice but no, my sister comes trouncing down the stairs after us and loudly proclaims, "There's Megan's underwear!!!" Brat. I tried to laugh it off like I didn't care but really how could I not care? Looking back on it it was really kinda awkward and really pretty funny. Thats what little sisters are for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats a nice little recap on my life :o) You love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-5945709394254468702?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/5945709394254468702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=5945709394254468702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5945709394254468702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/5945709394254468702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/05/atleast-you-dont-have-boogers-on-your.html' title='Atleast you don&apos;t have boogers on your shirt...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SBqjZLC93oI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ncABTY61cNA/s72-c/Rainboots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-2540688833527197250</id><published>2008-01-24T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:47:41.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Quirks!</title><content type='html'>Taren tagged me! Haha! I had never even heard of this 'tagging' thing until Taren decided to tag herself. So now I am supposed to tell you 10 quirks about myself. This should be fun and pretty easy too considering I have more then 10 quirks that immediately pop to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I know more about blinds and window coverings then 99% of the worlds populations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a strange and uninhibited obsession with the likes of Zac Efron, Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers and all things Disney Channel. Sometimes I feel like a twelve year old... especially when I am running to the nearest Wal Mart the day that High School Musical 2 is released so I can buy it and then speeding to my parents house for our HSM 2 viewing party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I cannot sleep if my feet are hot in temperature. I have to stick my feet out of the covers to cool them down. Otherwise I can't fall asleep. I will be tossing and turning for hours on end until they are finally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a small obsession with sleep. Okay maybe large obsession. Sometimes when I am at work the only thing that gets me through the day is thinking about going home and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love movies and books. I love being able to 'live' someone else's life for the duration of the movie/book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate feet!! Hate them! They are nasty! Don't EVER touch me with your foot! I think that this stems from my moms obsession to grab people with her toes... weird and gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a weird obsession with celebrities lives. Seriously what is Britney going to do next? Why can't she just lie low for a while and get her life in order? And did you hear her sister is pregnant?! Pregnant!?!?!? She's 16!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't had my natural hair color since 6th grade. The summer after 6th grade I cut my hair and bleached it and I have been coloring it ever since. I think I have gotten close to my natural hair color... but you can never know for sure. Also, I have had every hair color imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I constantly am shaking my knee. My foot like twitches and in turn it makes my knee bop up and down really fast. It is really funny because it does it without me even knowing it and it will shake everything around me. I'm sure it really annoys people at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I loooove eating! This may end up being a problem in the future but I just do!! Food is seriously one of my favorite things ever! Whenever I am sad or depressed I eat. Whenever I am bored I eat. Really I am always eating and always loving it! I crave things like a pregnant lady would!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are. 10 quirks about me :o) Now I tag... NOEL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-2540688833527197250?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/2540688833527197250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=2540688833527197250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2540688833527197250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/2540688833527197250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-quirks.html' title='10 Quirks!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1194229690218887346</id><published>2007-12-13T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:08:04.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing</title><content type='html'>It is December and it has finally snowed a few times. I actually like the snow but I hate the cold. I know that is a little weird but no one ever accused me of being normal. I finished school yesterday, finals and everything. And I have signed up for my classes for next semester. I am taking Spanish next semester which should be fun! I took two years of Spanish in Jr. High and High School and I cannot speak a word of it! Literally!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today was a really dreary day. I didn’t get really any sleep last night and when I woke up this morning and started getting ready I just felt like crying. The weird thing is there was basically no reasoning behind my feelings. So I took my gloomy mood to work and then I left early and came home and slept. I feel better now but wow that was a weird day. Have any of you ever had days like that? Where you just feel like crawling up in a ball for no apparent reason?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My roommate from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is moving back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; next week. This is going to be really sad because she is a super cute girl and basically the perfect roommate. She is really friendly and outgoing and really everything you want your roommates to be… well maybe not you but I do!! But it’s okay because I am going out to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; next summer to stay with her for a while. I need to save up super lots of money to do this though so I wont be going on any shopping sprees anytime soon. She lives in Leeds &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; which is apparently really close to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I am thinking about going out there for about a month and then even spending a week on holiday in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This would be the most amazing vacation ever and I think I may have a hard time coming back. We will see. My younger sister Stephanie is going to come with me which will be nice having someone there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So a couple of nights ago we had a High School Musical 2 party. This was the night that HSM2 came out onto DVD and so we just had to have a party. It was really pathetic because almost all of us were either nearly 20 or over 20 in age. I may have been the oldest coming in at 22. After the DVD was over we watched some of the special features and the dance rehearsals and what not. My little sister walked in and everything just went crazy because the next thing everyone knew Steph and I were dancing our tooshies off. Everyone was laughing at us like we were crazy but really…. What is life for? Having fun right?! Well this was fun! And then the next night we had a roommate party and that was pretty fun too. We even took a picture of all of our roommates jumping into the air like the HSM posters. Wowzers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas and I really don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing because I absolutely love Christmas. Bad thing because of all the money that I have to spend on Christmas. Eek. I don’t know what I am going to do money wise. Have you ever heard the term Starving Student? Yeah that’s me! Haha! But I’m hopefully going to be getting out of that rut soon!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R2HzOAicI7I/AAAAAAAAACE/Gu5J0nvqejc/s1600-h/High+School+Musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R2HzOAicI7I/AAAAAAAAACE/Gu5J0nvqejc/s320/High+School+Musical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143659671421985714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R2HzHgicI6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ySe0I-tQ7Pk/s1600-h/HSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R2HzHgicI6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ySe0I-tQ7Pk/s320/HSM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143659559752836002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top pic is the HSM1 poster and the bottom pic is of my roommates and I. We are going to photoshop our bodies out of the bottom one and put them in the top one. Be excited!! I will post the final project!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-1194229690218887346?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1194229690218887346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1194229690218887346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1194229690218887346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1194229690218887346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R2HzOAicI7I/AAAAAAAAACE/Gu5J0nvqejc/s72-c/High+School+Musical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-7381682441801119091</id><published>2007-11-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:26:00.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Some More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do relationships and guys have to be so complicated? Sometimes I wish that I could fast-forward 5 years and skip all of this dating and courtship crap. And yes it is crap. It is frustrating because I am a 22 year old girl living in Provo… that means I am an OLD MAID! I get the question “when are you looking to get married” more times then I can handle. When I had a boyfriend this was even worse! “When are you guys going to finally tie the knot?” Ugh kill me now! Maybe that’s why we ended up not getting married. Too much pressure. So I decided I need to completely step out of the whole game for a while. I guess really in the whole scheme of things I am not THAT old, even though I feel it sometimes. Plus boys are as complicated as all get out… sheesh they say girls are bad. Oh yeah, my mom is still on the whole thing about me going and hanging out on BYU campus and trying to catch the eye of that all important soul mate. So apparently my roommate and I are going to go and study in the library together sometime next week. This should be interesting. Were going to sit at different tables and then just text each other back and forth whenever we see a cute guy. We may even have a competition to see who can get/give the most numbers in one night. Don’t worry, I have my fake number ready to give out in case any losers try to hit on me. Haha! It’s 1-800-notonyourlife. Yeah okay they may pick that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R0dnE5oco5I/AAAAAAAAABw/QG8qQrtrBo0/s1600-h/zac+efron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R0dnE5oco5I/AAAAAAAAABw/QG8qQrtrBo0/s320/zac+efron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136187233926947730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Eye Candy for your viewing enjoyment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3053586641226175695-7381682441801119091?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/7381682441801119091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=7381682441801119091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7381682441801119091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/7381682441801119091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-some-more.html' title='And Some More'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/R0dnE5oco5I/AAAAAAAAABw/QG8qQrtrBo0/s72-c/zac+efron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-8490361060012456917</id><published>2007-11-04T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:22:44.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven’t updated in forever!! Sorry about that. I keep thinking about it but then… Life has been crazy! Well, at least I like to think it has been crazy when in actuality it has really just been a bunch of the same ol’ stuff: work and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is… going ☺ I really try to make it to class everyday honest! But… sometimes it just doesn’t happen. Not to mention my Intro to Lit class has moved class rooms and I am not exactly sure where it moved to. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is… same! Some customers really drive me crazy. I had a customer call me the other day and they said “I was just wondering if I could get a price for just a regular blind for a regular window.” Do people not realize that there is no such thing as a regular blind or a regular window? So I proceeded to try and get more information out of the guy but all the answers that I got were “just regular”. If I could ever reach through the phone and throttle someone until they are blue in the face I think that was the time. Needless to say people drive me crazy. O – well, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been becoming to realize that I have more in common with most 6 year olds then I do most 22 year olds. Woops. One of my greatest awakening moments is when I am mid conversation with someone and I say something to the affect of “Yay Me!” and I clap my hands profusely. This is a direct imitation of London Tipton from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. One of Disney Channels many hits. Or when I am at work and I am rocking out to Hannah Montana or High School Musical 2. Not to mention that my mouse pad is a HSM mouse pad. Yes I admit it… I seem to have more intelligent conversations with teeny boppers or pre teeny boppers then I do with people who are closer to my own age. Meh, I will get over it. But I do have to say that I am extremely sad that I missed the Hannah Montana concert. My mom also had 6th row tickets!! She had them in her shopping cart (on the internet) but she didn’t hit the ‘Buy’ button. It was a travesty. I think I cried just about as much as my 8 year old sister. And no, you can’t quote me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Rzt4984TlnI/AAAAAAAAABo/FkyOv8ikJSE/s1600-h/hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Rzt4984TlnI/AAAAAAAAABo/FkyOv8ikJSE/s320/hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132829206028457586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Disney… I am incredibly excited to see Enchanted. The new Disney movie. It is about an animated world that somehow gets entwined with the ‘real’ world. It has James Marsden (Hairspray – love it!) in it and it looks uber amazing! Believe me, I will be there opening night popcorn in hand. (Because who can watch a movie in the theater with out popcorn?) And December 7... yes it is a High School Musical 2 party!! Thats the day it comes out on DVD!! Oh and anyone who has Facebook you need to sign up for the group "Why Won't Zac Efron Love Me?" It is THE MOST AMAZING Facebook group EVER! Taren and I work extremely hard everyday trying to update pictures and videos and saying funny things. So check it out! I know you want too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Rzt4rM4TlmI/AAAAAAAAABg/JAflcUyf6r8/s1600-h/090506_efronwhite300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Rzt4rM4TlmI/AAAAAAAAABg/JAflcUyf6r8/s320/090506_efronwhite300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132828883905910370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm... eye candy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all my random mumblings for today :) I hope I can update more often!!  You love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-8490361060012456917?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/8490361060012456917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=8490361060012456917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8490361060012456917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/8490361060012456917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2007/11/mumblings.html' title='Some Random Stuff'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/Rzt4984TlnI/AAAAAAAAABo/FkyOv8ikJSE/s72-c/hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-3096633126954397603</id><published>2007-09-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:50:11.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Thoughts Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Breaking up sucks. Yes really sucks. I was with my boyfriend for about 4 ½ years, I seriously thought we were going to get married and then one day he just dumped me. It was a sweet and heartfelt dump but still, it was a dump. For the next couple days I searched my brains to figure out what I did wrong. I should have seen it coming, we had stopped hanging out as much as we used to… but a lot of those times were because I wanted to go to yoga. (Namaste!) Anyways I finally decided that it was his loss. (Yes I am that egotistical.) So, after much deliberation I decided that I need to pick myself up and get back on that horse. (I’m not a gymnast Mauri…) It’s really scary though, the whole meeting new people thing. My mom told me to go and sit in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wilkinson&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at BYU and many a young man would stop by my table and gaze longingly into my eyes. I can imagine it now… ahem “Hi I’m Megan and I am a UVSC student sitting in the Cougar Eatery waiting to meet my Eternal Companion.” Yeah don’t know if that will go over so well. So then my mom suggested UVSC Institute dances… uh yeah, those feel a lot like stake dances only on a more pathetic level. Lets just say any dance where people actually do the conga line is an EXNAY on my list of ‘to do’s.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then, here’s the worst one yet, my mom told me to go ‘ward shopping’ on Sunday. Ward Shopping?!?!? Did you hear me?? Apparently this is where I go around and ‘visit’ a lot of different wards on Sunday and then decide where I want to have my records transferred to. Do people actually do this? If you or anyone you know has ever actually done this please please please let me know!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay so then my mom decided to point out many other things that I need to do to start attracting members of the opposite sex. Apparently showering more then twice a week is a must. Dang it. And make up every day?? Really what are they asking the girls to do these days!!! And then there’s this whole thing called brushing your teeth… haha just kidding!! I do that at least 4 times a week. Hhehe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Deodorant, perfume, jewelry, teeth whitening, hair curling, high heels, fake nails, pedicures… I think I’m going to go insane!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and on this enlightening note, I am sitting here eating a chicken bowl from Hogi Yogi which WAS NOT bought from the Alpine Hogi Yogi. Bad bad idea. The chicken happens to still have A LOT of fat on it. And I know for a fact that at the Alpine Hogi Yogi they cut the fat off. So we can all thank the hard workers at the Alpine Hogi Yogi for their diligent effort in keeping the population of Alpine skinny…. (that and their countless hours getting tummy tucks and liposuction.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to apologize to all of those pseudo skinny people in Alpine who were offended by this post. I would also like to apologize to Jason Paul Mower – if he reads this post – about the flippant manner in which I wrote about our break up :-) You know how I feel… :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-3096633126954397603?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/3096633126954397603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=3096633126954397603' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3096633126954397603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/3096633126954397603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-random-thoughts-of-day.html' title='My Random Thoughts Of The Day'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3053586641226175695.post-1406616824139785641</id><published>2007-09-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:07:33.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I was babysitting some kids last night who are 'very into' blogging so the oldest kid got me set up with a blog page. I thought that this might be a good idea to keep everyone in touch with what is going on in my life... you know, seeing as how there's so much going on. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Megan and I am the oldest of 6 kids. I am living at home right now but looking to move out again soonishly. My family are the most amazing people in the entire world! They mean everything to me. My brother who I am really close to is leaving on an LDS mission on October 10th. He is going to Toronto Canada. I'm going to miss him a lot but I am so amazingly proud of him. My sister right younger then him is a cheerleader and also a little snot. Hehe. She is also one of my best friends so I can say that. Then my three youngest brother and sisters are amazing! They remind me of me when I was younger, kinda crazy and totally annoying but still loveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a part time student and I also work part time. I also just got a job babysitting for a family on the weekends. I am planning on going to Ecuador next summer to work in an orphanage. I think it will be an amazing experience and really show me how awesome our life is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdAPtxZt5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aHuTTGxjh0I/s1600-h/OSSO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdAPtxZt5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aHuTTGxjh0I/s320/OSSO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113626540631504786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty average early 20's girl. I love to read and write. I am an English Major so I guess that fits. I'm not sure what I want to do with my degree yet though... So I'm open for suggestions! I have a wide variety of favorite books. Right now I am really loving the Twilight Series. I would seriously give my right arm to marry Edward. Too bad he's fictional. I love all the Harry Potter books and I really thought JK Rowling ended them amazingly. I loved Angels and Deamons and also the LOTR series. But really, I think my all time favorite book is Enders Game by Orson Scott Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdBatxZt6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1zXGd4xhnqU/s1600-h/Enders+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdBatxZt6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1zXGd4xhnqU/s320/Enders+Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113627829121693602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a wide variety of movies but I would have to say Moulin Rouge is my favorite. I love the soundtrack and Ewan McGregor has a voice that is to die for. I also like Mean Girls just because it is sooo 'real'. I love any movie with Johnny Depp in it... namely the Pirates movies and From Hell. I also like movies that make me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdCXNxZt8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tNhXjim_ofk/s1600-h/Moulin+Rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdCXNxZt8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tNhXjim_ofk/s320/Moulin+Rouge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628868503779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdCRdxZt7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/D3EqqnGu0po/s1600-h/Johnny+Depp+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdCRdxZt7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/D3EqqnGu0po/s320/Johnny+Depp+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628769719531442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only TV show that I have ever been hopelessly addicted to was The OC.  Which is really quite sad because after the first season it wasn't all too good. But I did really like when they pushed Johnny off a cliff though. But killing Marissa was just stupid. I am in love with The Office! It is the most hilarious show ever. I really like Law and Order SVU :) Almost makes me want to be a detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdEFNxZt9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-uDAkHL5K9o/s1600-h/The+OC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdEFNxZt9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-uDAkHL5K9o/s320/The+OC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113630758289389522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I think thats all for today! I'm hoping to update this thing at least every few days. :) I may go more into detail on some of the things I like, like maybe do reviews on them or something. Hehe :) We'll have to see how much time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I think all of you should get blogs. I think they would be fun if we all had them right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3053586641226175695-1406616824139785641?l=megancolette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/feeds/1406616824139785641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3053586641226175695&amp;postID=1406616824139785641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1406616824139785641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3053586641226175695/posts/default/1406616824139785641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megancolette.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849032155474845145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/SbWnjD6JrpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KyYnCoEqiVM/S220/anim+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwXaIl2hUZc/RvdAPtxZt5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aHuTTGxjh0I/s72-c/OSSO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
