<?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-553261243408318737</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:04:02.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Our Lives</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5179559819238957051</id><published>2010-07-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:04:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come</title><content type='html'>Just as I am about to hit 100 blogs on here...this is my 99.... it is time to say goodbye. I decided because we are actually married now it would be a good time to start a new blog about our family. So please join us on thetaylorsadventures.blogspot.com from here on out. It is still public so just jump on over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also all my lovely friends who have private blogs will you send me an invite to megkevtaylor@gmail.com.....that will make my life so much easier. That is also the email I am working to transition to. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5179559819238957051?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5179559819238957051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5179559819238957051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5179559819238957051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5179559819238957051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7912990822004886335</id><published>2010-07-20T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:06:33.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play</title><content type='html'>So I had the opportunity to go and see a friend of mine in a play with another friend. In the opening number she leans over and says.... "There is elevator boy." Elevator boy is a guy that worked in the same building as her and she only saw him in the elevator. He was cute and se was interested. Then out came a boy that she had gone on a few dates with and then low and behold there was another boy on teh stage that she had dated for a while. Yes three boys that she had been interested in where all on a stage in a play. One just had her number, another dates, and another boyfriend. It was kind of funny..... apparently she likes drama boys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7912990822004886335?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7912990822004886335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7912990822004886335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7912990822004886335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7912990822004886335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/07/play.html' title='Play'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5265482840145444305</id><published>2010-06-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:02:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding pictures</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get these on here for a few days. If you have facebook you have already seen these but it was an absolutely perfect day. I have been married for two weeks and it is just fun! I love this cute man and these little girls. Love is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96tL9iOoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KYqkZTRrxBs/s1600/IMG_1059E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96tL9iOoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KYqkZTRrxBs/s320/IMG_1059E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489741387511511682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96eH_xhdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WzXokAZzzwg/s1600/IMG_1259E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96eH_xhdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WzXokAZzzwg/s320/IMG_1259E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489741128749123026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96L9cG8FI/AAAAAAAAAyM/b7AawnCYa18/s1600/IMG_1099E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96L9cG8FI/AAAAAAAAAyM/b7AawnCYa18/s320/IMG_1099E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489740816677531730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC94XcfI6CI/AAAAAAAAAx0/25WyILrllAU/s1600/IMG_1305E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC94XcfI6CI/AAAAAAAAAx0/25WyILrllAU/s320/IMG_1305E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489738814967048226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC938JU8cTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uKqIZe-minc/s1600/IMG_1283E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC938JU8cTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uKqIZe-minc/s320/IMG_1283E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489738345967546674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC1GN71T4nI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TMgooam8SG0/s1600/IMG_1315E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC1GN71T4nI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TMgooam8SG0/s320/IMG_1315E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489120726048039538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC1GNod1ZZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/wYTCDzHavI4/s1600/IMG_1332E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC1GNod1ZZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/wYTCDzHavI4/s320/IMG_1332E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489120720849298834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC1GM9zAdII/AAAAAAAAAw0/hH88APyI1sk/s1600/IMG_1354E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC1GM9zAdII/AAAAAAAAAw0/hH88APyI1sk/s320/IMG_1354E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489120709395379330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCwNu2FfwsI/AAAAAAAAAws/n6KXkjD3eQU/s1600/IMG_1399E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCwNu2FfwsI/AAAAAAAAAws/n6KXkjD3eQU/s320/IMG_1399E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488777144301503170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCwNuUjkZiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/s5MVQGX4gLI/s1600/IMG_9783E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCwNuUjkZiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/s5MVQGX4gLI/s320/IMG_9783E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488777135300830754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCwNtrwhqJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/439qX7XqZvY/s1600/IMG_9815E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCwNtrwhqJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/439qX7XqZvY/s320/IMG_9815E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488777124349323410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5265482840145444305?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5265482840145444305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5265482840145444305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5265482840145444305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5265482840145444305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-pictures.html' title='wedding pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TC96tL9iOoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KYqkZTRrxBs/s72-c/IMG_1059E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5455530264150398391</id><published>2010-06-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:43:07.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>So we were suppose to leave for Puerto Vallarta the morning after we got married. We were just going to be staying at home that night. So some sweet friends actually decorated my house with candles and rose petals. It was so nice. &lt;br /&gt;Kevin works for Skywest airlines so we get to fly with Delta and United. We decided to take Delta to Mexico because it had a direct flight to Puerto Vallarta. However, some how there was a mix up and I wasn't listed with Delta and there was no one available to help us because it was a saturday. So we went and hung out with Kevin's family because they were having a lunch for father's day. Then we decided to see if we could get to PV on Sunday. We took United to San Fransico because we weren't sure if we could make it down here and we could just hang out there if we didn't. Luckily after waiting for a while we made it to PV. I was a little excited so I took a picture when I saw the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrM0Z_KcHI/AAAAAAAAArs/OqRmhEJDIWs/s1600/Picture+696.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrM0Z_KcHI/AAAAAAAAArs/OqRmhEJDIWs/s320/Picture+696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488424296605446258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a time share program and had a timeshare we could stay in there. Here are some of the pictures of where we stayed. The first is a view from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrNgxbq56I/AAAAAAAAAr0/AqokaEXZnQg/s1600/Picture+697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrNgxbq56I/AAAAAAAAAr0/AqokaEXZnQg/s320/Picture+697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488425058813274018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrOIJ4PAnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/g2uulk1NvJE/s1600/Picture+699.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrOIJ4PAnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/g2uulk1NvJE/s320/Picture+699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488425735390429810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrOHXlS0vI/AAAAAAAAAr8/jKSS5GdUyvs/s1600/Picture+698.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrOHXlS0vI/AAAAAAAAAr8/jKSS5GdUyvs/s320/Picture+698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488425721889215218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we just went and hung out on the beach and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrO1f54YDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ROpQK4VIRlA/s1600/Picture+705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrO1f54YDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ROpQK4VIRlA/s320/Picture+705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488426514397028402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrO00rJYtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/V3MP3Tu3ch0/s1600/Picture+704.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrO00rJYtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/V3MP3Tu3ch0/s320/Picture+704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488426502792504018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrO0QXbMsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/4VI_h6DskgE/s1600/Picture+702.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrO0QXbMsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/4VI_h6DskgE/s320/Picture+702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488426493046108866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we hung out in the town. We went to the flea market, saw the cathedral down town and went to dinner at Pipa's a local favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRDg0LpNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/C815tid9ScE/s1600/Picture+717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRDg0LpNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/C815tid9ScE/s320/Picture+717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488428954182984914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRDLlqyqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/I2XlBMxaUWs/s1600/Picture+718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRDLlqyqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/I2XlBMxaUWs/s320/Picture+718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488428948484967074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRC0fzKiI/AAAAAAAAAss/-G2anah-X2Q/s1600/Picture+721.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRC0fzKiI/AAAAAAAAAss/-G2anah-X2Q/s320/Picture+721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488428942286334498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRCWC5iwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dui6SdXpZGU/s1600/Picture+722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrRCWC5iwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dui6SdXpZGU/s320/Picture+722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488428934112054018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning we went to a canopy zip line. I was really nervous for the first one but after that was great. There were 12 total zip lines. You would go on one and then walk to the next and go again. Some were long others were short. It was really fun and the view was amazing of PV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrTG6HC-LI/AAAAAAAAAts/WF0o9qGbdyc/s1600/Picture+728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrTG6HC-LI/AAAAAAAAAts/WF0o9qGbdyc/s320/Picture+728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488431211535857842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUWTdfYpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Go-IUeehbS0/s1600/Picture+733.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUWTdfYpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Go-IUeehbS0/s320/Picture+733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488432575550546578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUVhFuhUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wetBdF-XroM/s1600/Picture+745.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUVhFuhUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wetBdF-XroM/s320/Picture+745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488432562029102402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUVJb4m9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/uUlskGpL8io/s1600/Picture+753.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUVJb4m9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/uUlskGpL8io/s320/Picture+753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488432555679587282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUUiepsAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CuGm1jDQtOU/s1600/Picture+751.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrUUiepsAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CuGm1jDQtOU/s320/Picture+751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488432545222209538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back and took a nap and then that evening we had tickets for the Rhythm of the night where we had a nice candle light dinner and then saw a native dance show. We took a boat out and back and of course they had to try and entertain us. Plus they had an open bar so there were plenty of drunk people on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrXd4z9RgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2-rRSIVtv2Q/s1600/Picture+763.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrXd4z9RgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2-rRSIVtv2Q/s320/Picture+763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488436004370859522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrXdX4rDrI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G8R6IdjRKL0/s1600/Picture+764.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrXdX4rDrI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G8R6IdjRKL0/s320/Picture+764.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435995532267186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrXdGDNSkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/H9pybJB98Tc/s1600/Picture+770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrXdGDNSkI/AAAAAAAAAvU/H9pybJB98Tc/s320/Picture+770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435990744615490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWvWBJ7UI/AAAAAAAAAvM/IxUwdk9k8rg/s1600/Picture+784.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWvWBJ7UI/AAAAAAAAAvM/IxUwdk9k8rg/s320/Picture+784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435204756991298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWu7xaqZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gkaY_1XSVvg/s1600/Picture+788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWu7xaqZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gkaY_1XSVvg/s320/Picture+788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435197711657362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWuncE23I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MO09VECnZv8/s1600/Picture+796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWuncE23I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MO09VECnZv8/s320/Picture+796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435192253438834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWuBtQ6lI/AAAAAAAAAu0/372_n6rSAHI/s1600/Picture+797.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrWuBtQ6lI/AAAAAAAAAu0/372_n6rSAHI/s320/Picture+797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435182124984914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVqzLlLLI/AAAAAAAAAus/wI9wweEoYC4/s1600/Picture+808.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVqzLlLLI/AAAAAAAAAus/wI9wweEoYC4/s320/Picture+808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434027174374578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVqSa3G1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/MoxVxMI5HsE/s1600/Picture+809.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVqSa3G1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/MoxVxMI5HsE/s320/Picture+809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434018380094290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVpzcPxOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Xby1ff5g4Jk/s1600/Picture+810.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVpzcPxOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Xby1ff5g4Jk/s320/Picture+810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434010064405730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVpvMZduI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sTv8qkBPjCU/s1600/Picture+813.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrVpvMZduI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sTv8qkBPjCU/s320/Picture+813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434008924190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we went out on a boat to go snorkeling and then go to Yelapa which is a samll village were you can only get to it from the water. There are no roads to it. We went snorkeling and it was really enjoyable. I got out of the water but Kevin was still snorkeling. Then he got sea sick and we just sat on the beach after so he could recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrZImkP8AI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7znYn6xJ2eU/s1600/Picture+817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrZImkP8AI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7znYn6xJ2eU/s320/Picture+817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488437837719138306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrZIPi_y4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Cbd0XO3SlbQ/s1600/Picture+822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrZIPi_y4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Cbd0XO3SlbQ/s320/Picture+822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488437831539870594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYt7bmedI/AAAAAAAAAwE/moIKS8rgIZU/s1600/Picture+824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYt7bmedI/AAAAAAAAAwE/moIKS8rgIZU/s320/Picture+824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488437379463543250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYtZdcTXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Z2uOnIwB4vQ/s1600/Picture+827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYtZdcTXI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Z2uOnIwB4vQ/s320/Picture+827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488437370344459634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYtN0HS6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FGDEOIyt-Aw/s1600/Picture+831.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYtN0HS6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FGDEOIyt-Aw/s320/Picture+831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488437367218326434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYsk1xdWI/AAAAAAAAAvs/LHXpTZh6E5A/s1600/Picture+833.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrYsk1xdWI/AAAAAAAAAvs/LHXpTZh6E5A/s320/Picture+833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488437356219430242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and made it back safe and sound. YEAH! I am married! And he is an amazing man. I am grateful for the time that we had together in Mexico. Then we came back to real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5455530264150398391?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5455530264150398391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5455530264150398391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5455530264150398391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5455530264150398391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrM0Z_KcHI/AAAAAAAAArs/OqRmhEJDIWs/s72-c/Picture+696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5112627530348451386</id><published>2010-06-26T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:43:39.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding prep</title><content type='html'>My sweet mother in law was good enough to make the wedding cake and it was wonderful. My brother-in-law watches Cake Boss on TLC and was sure that he could make the cake. She let him help but he didn't get to do it all. Here are a couple of pictures of them. The cake also had flowers on it but they weren't put on until the open house. Danni was so excited about the cake because she actually got to help make it. She helped mix it and pour it into pans and bake it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZnojWHhI/AAAAAAAAApU/K99ogl6L9cU/s1600/Picture+672.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZnojWHhI/AAAAAAAAApU/K99ogl6L9cU/s320/Picture+672.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171733432966674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZlNYOr9I/AAAAAAAAApM/iDbzMJEfk0Q/s1600/Picture+675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZlNYOr9I/AAAAAAAAApM/iDbzMJEfk0Q/s320/Picture+675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171691778846674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZiWGXxDI/AAAAAAAAApE/9UXrJ84nUAk/s1600/Picture+677.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZiWGXxDI/AAAAAAAAApE/9UXrJ84nUAk/s320/Picture+677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171642580255794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZaehhTCDI/AAAAAAAAAps/9UrcZURjrGo/s1600/Picture+678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZaehhTCDI/AAAAAAAAAps/9UrcZURjrGo/s320/Picture+678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487172676438132786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZaeAoRonI/AAAAAAAAApk/3DqUNFBBAbY/s1600/Picture+680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZaeAoRonI/AAAAAAAAApk/3DqUNFBBAbY/s320/Picture+680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487172667609031282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZacy7bEXI/AAAAAAAAApc/a2AQD1wWxdQ/s1600/Picture+681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZacy7bEXI/AAAAAAAAApc/a2AQD1wWxdQ/s320/Picture+681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487172646751375730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I got our hair done the morning of the wedding. Makayla had decided exactly what she wanted for her hair. She wanted three braids that went back into one. Danniqa got an updo with a tiara in it. And I got my finger waves...but I had to sit under the dryer for forever, and sit on phone books to make it work. Julie was great and came with us to help entertain the girls while I was sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZe3MUPeKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fqP1y-wWqHU/s1600/Picture+694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZe3MUPeKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fqP1y-wWqHU/s320/Picture+694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487177498289469602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZe2ojhrOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/wWI9-PN7ehA/s1600/Picture+695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZe2ojhrOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/wWI9-PN7ehA/s320/Picture+695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487177488689900770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrLVvc_CvI/AAAAAAAAArk/QAtpuv5hkks/s1600/Picture+689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrLVvc_CvI/AAAAAAAAArk/QAtpuv5hkks/s320/Picture+689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488422670280100594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrLVOEWNeI/AAAAAAAAArc/6_i98Tcp1Cs/s1600/Picture+688.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrLVOEWNeI/AAAAAAAAArc/6_i98Tcp1Cs/s320/Picture+688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488422661318391266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrLUu6Lz0I/AAAAAAAAArU/NP_B2chcH9E/s1600/Picture+685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCrLUu6Lz0I/AAAAAAAAArU/NP_B2chcH9E/s320/Picture+685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488422652954267458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5112627530348451386?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5112627530348451386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5112627530348451386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5112627530348451386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5112627530348451386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-prep.html' title='Wedding prep'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZZnojWHhI/AAAAAAAAApU/K99ogl6L9cU/s72-c/Picture+672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-790585545503931744</id><published>2010-06-26T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:39:18.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Single Ladies!!</title><content type='html'>As soon as I had a wedding date my friend and maid of honor planned a little shindig for those single girls in my life to get together. We went to paradise bakery and I got a few presents. They were quite fun. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV-YTOToI/AAAAAAAAAok/nwz2TnuBry0/s1600/Picture+671.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV-YTOToI/AAAAAAAAAok/nwz2TnuBry0/s320/Picture+671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167726160858754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV-IPXqeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/_LWpwSpl3Sw/s1600/Picture+658.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV-IPXqeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/_LWpwSpl3Sw/s320/Picture+658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167721849727458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV9htFBGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/o1o70noirmE/s1600/Picture+657.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV9htFBGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/o1o70noirmE/s320/Picture+657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167711505351778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV9Le8vUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EI_KrKOaZsQ/s1600/Picture+656.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV9Le8vUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EI_KrKOaZsQ/s320/Picture+656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167705540508994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZVBQK_1PI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lX5VMKu_RBI/s1600/Picture+655.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZVBQK_1PI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lX5VMKu_RBI/s320/Picture+655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487166676006851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZVBCAdUOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/M-DEVTq7ls8/s1600/Picture+654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZVBCAdUOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/M-DEVTq7ls8/s320/Picture+654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487166672204550370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZVAvAZ6QI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gqEZPK47z1o/s1600/Picture+653.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZVAvAZ6QI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gqEZPK47z1o/s320/Picture+653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487166667104053506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Mel who was there gave me a gift which took me by suprise, disgust I think is how someone described one of the faces, though I think it was more perplexed, and then absolute hilarity. I was cracking up. They are called "FUNDIES" on the box it is described as having 4 leg holes, 2 places for butts and you supply the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZXUTMMLeI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3kKLK7VUVQU/s1600/Picture+668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZXUTMMLeI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3kKLK7VUVQU/s320/Picture+668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169202257931746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZXUDaziUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/EjyzIec8p3Q/s1600/Picture+667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZXUDaziUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/EjyzIec8p3Q/s320/Picture+667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169198024264002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZXTpU8JuI/AAAAAAAAAos/QuxgWqHSkyc/s1600/Picture+663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZXTpU8JuI/AAAAAAAAAos/QuxgWqHSkyc/s320/Picture+663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169191020340962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-790585545503931744?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/790585545503931744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=790585545503931744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/790585545503931744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/790585545503931744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-single-ladies.html' title='All the Single Ladies!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TCZV-YTOToI/AAAAAAAAAok/nwz2TnuBry0/s72-c/Picture+671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-192422462699238498</id><published>2010-06-24T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:11:38.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Marriage is lovely, had a great honeymoon after we made it out the following day. I will blog about the wedding and the honeymoon once I am actually home. At this point I am sitting in the Denver airport hoping adn praying I make it on the next flight out. Oh the stress that sometimes occurs with flying standby. I would have to say that in mine and Kev's relationship I am defrinitely the stress case of the two of us. However, when it comes to flying standby Kevin is definitely the one who stresses more. It is actually kind of humorous as I have to tell him all the things he usually tells me. I am at the point that I just want to get home, see the girlies and sleep in my own bed. Because I NEED to be home for the Princess festival tomorrow with the girls! I am very excited for it. So hoepfully I don't have to miss it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-192422462699238498?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/192422462699238498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=192422462699238498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/192422462699238498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/192422462699238498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_24.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8869690465289131653</id><published>2010-06-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:45:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>Ahhh just a few more days! I am actually so excited and things are going well. Vicki, Karen and LeeOra have been great. Everything is going well and things are being taken care. These ladies are wonderful and I am so grateful for them in my life. I love that Vicki will call me with something and I will say what do you think and then I agree with her because she does a great job and it is usually really easy. Vicki especially has made my life just easy! Thank you to all of my family and friends that make my life so easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8869690465289131653?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8869690465289131653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8869690465289131653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8869690465289131653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8869690465289131653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8521300545894891606</id><published>2010-06-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:26:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>Carriage Crossing&lt;br /&gt;650 S Main St&lt;br /&gt;Bountiful, UT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-8pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends and family. You are invited to come. Please come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8521300545894891606?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8521300545894891606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8521300545894891606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8521300545894891606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8521300545894891606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1794873691723265613</id><published>2010-06-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:54:27.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>So our open house is going to be at carriage crossing from 6-8 next week. I went and was getting the announcements printed at costco yesterday. I got everything going adn then left. When I came back to get them they had a little 3x5 picture on the side of a 5x7 piece of papare and there were 250 of these. I wanted to cry! It was all wrong. I looked at the lady and said are you kidding me! This is NOT what I wanted. She looked at me and told me she would refund my money and then told me what I needed to do to get it the right way. However, that puts me another day to get them out...ugh! Well hopefully mail wise it will be the same day if all the stars aline today. :) Some days, but for the most part everything is coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I are going to go on a honeymoon to Puerto Vallarta Mexico for a few days. i am excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1794873691723265613?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1794873691723265613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1794873691723265613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1794873691723265613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1794873691723265613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6476643321595339749</id><published>2010-06-04T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:32:18.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement</title><content type='html'>I made this on my computer. The place for the open house is still not comfirmed but what do you think? Does it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TAnhLzKaLwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3zk5ODXSNjU/s1600/cropped+ready+invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TAnhLzKaLwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3zk5ODXSNjU/s320/cropped+ready+invite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479158014501596930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6476643321595339749?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6476643321595339749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6476643321595339749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6476643321595339749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6476643321595339749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/announcement.html' title='announcement'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/TAnhLzKaLwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3zk5ODXSNjU/s72-c/cropped+ready+invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4152683085685374380</id><published>2010-06-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:06:15.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HERE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We got the clearance letter TODAY!!! YEAH! and yes I started to cry. With in an hours time I had called all the family. Clarified a date, called the temple got a time and date, called the photographer and hair dresser had both of them scheduled and got the flowers orders- this one thanks to Vicki. Kev's mom Karen was sitting next to me and said she was suprised I got all of that done so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So June 18th 2010 at 1:45 in the Bountiful Temple I will be getting married! We will be doing an open house that night at 7pm. So I will post the address on here once it is for sure. Send me your address if you want one mailed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am a little excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4152683085685374380?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4152683085685374380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4152683085685374380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4152683085685374380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4152683085685374380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s HERE!!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3228771311374037482</id><published>2010-06-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:19:17.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no letter</title><content type='html'>No letter today...... we will see tomorrow. I am doing okay for now. but forget my phone. So no one freak out if you can't get a hold of me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3228771311374037482?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3228771311374037482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3228771311374037482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3228771311374037482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3228771311374037482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-letter.html' title='no letter'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4322144848202211874</id><published>2010-05-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:37:22.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>And we conitnue to wait. If the clearance letter is not in the next mail day, Which is Tuesday Jun 1st then we will most likely not be getting married on Jun 11th. I am a bit of a nervous wreck. I asked Kevin the other day if he ever gets stressed about anything adn his answer of course was no. He told me to stop worrying and stressing over it because we can't do anything about it anyway. Well for me that doesn't help. I wait with baited breath for the mail to come. And then over the past couple of days all I want to do is cry when it isn't there. Today I went to church but had to leave early because everyone kept asking if we had heard and I seriously was about ready to BURST into tears. Now if I was still in the University 30th ward no big deal I have done that there more then once. But these lovelies in Bountiful have not had the pleasure of me in hysterics at chuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who knows what will happen. I know we will wait until we can get married in the temple. But with family in Canada and Blanding and everyone's schedules who knows when the next date to have people there will be. Hopefully it is in the mail on Tuesday. If not I really do know it will work out. But I just wish it would happen sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4322144848202211874?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4322144848202211874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4322144848202211874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4322144848202211874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4322144848202211874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5595777097125353311</id><published>2010-05-19T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:03:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool graduate</title><content type='html'>Danniqa graduated from preschool yesterday. She has been with Ms. Teia for two years now. She loves Ms. Teia, and we all love Ms. Teia. She has done a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SxWZYxyQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RpTtaifJ2rI/s1600/IMG_6166.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SxWZYxyQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RpTtaifJ2rI/s320/IMG_6166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194445492046082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SxV6lAP2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/SYBqANaY2Vo/s1600/IMG_6165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SxV6lAP2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/SYBqANaY2Vo/s320/IMG_6165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194437221826402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that Danniqa actually sang the song and didn't cover her mouth or hide so we were really excited. Here is her whole class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SyPic0UyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_4gqiL6w0ys/s1600/IMG_6177.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SyPic0UyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_4gqiL6w0ys/s320/IMG_6177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473195427177452322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SyPBg2CXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wh6c3TQRkiw/s1600/IMG_6172.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SyPBg2CXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wh6c3TQRkiw/s320/IMG_6172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473195418335971698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the people that came to watch her. Danni didn't want to have her picture taken with Dad. She was being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SzBolJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/kQmLVJPJ7Z8/s1600/IMG_6184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SzBolJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/kQmLVJPJ7Z8/s320/IMG_6184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473196287816460130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SzBGr3foI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VXqoBOzR1OE/s1600/IMG_6185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SzBGr3foI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VXqoBOzR1OE/s320/IMG_6185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473196278717841026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SzAjoaFRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xhIG9Bz_yDg/s1600/IMG_6186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SzAjoaFRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xhIG9Bz_yDg/s320/IMG_6186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473196269308089618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5595777097125353311?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5595777097125353311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5595777097125353311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5595777097125353311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5595777097125353311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/preschool-graduate.html' title='Preschool graduate'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SxWZYxyQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RpTtaifJ2rI/s72-c/IMG_6166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3308369905166551434</id><published>2010-05-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:12:09.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool field trip</title><content type='html'>I was able to go with Danni on her last Preschool field trip. She was lucky she had her mom, me and dad all go. We went out to a farm where they had some cute animals. Danni didn't really want to touch them but here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaP-jIwbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NVUaFBZUkpw/s1600/IMG_6149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaP-jIwbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NVUaFBZUkpw/s320/IMG_6149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473169046441083314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaPX7PuRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Fqb4t9qE-Yo/s1600/IMG_6133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaPX7PuRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Fqb4t9qE-Yo/s320/IMG_6133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473169036073220370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaO5Wm0RI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CWJ6hvEzD50/s1600/IMG_6121.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaO5Wm0RI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CWJ6hvEzD50/s320/IMG_6121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473169027866480914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaOMxFp2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/EzwRb0isQR0/s1600/IMG_6110.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaOMxFp2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/EzwRb0isQR0/s320/IMG_6110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473169015897958242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaNSl5s4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dxj9B6_hHdk/s1600/IMG_6104.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaNSl5s4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dxj9B6_hHdk/s320/IMG_6104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473169000281781122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3308369905166551434?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3308369905166551434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3308369905166551434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3308369905166551434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3308369905166551434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/preschool-field-trip.html' title='Preschool field trip'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SaP-jIwbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NVUaFBZUkpw/s72-c/IMG_6149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8448346900996148997</id><published>2010-05-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:04:17.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Surprise</title><content type='html'>I came home on Wednesday and at 4am on Friday before mother's day I was back in the airport. The week before I was sitting with Kevin and asked how long it had been since his Mom, Karen, had been able to spend mother's day with all three of her kids. He guessed it was before he went on his mission, Kev is now 35. So I got on the phone and called Melissa to see if she could take Friday off work. Then we called Rebecca and see if she could help us suprise Karen. Karen was planning on being at Becky's house for mother's day. And there were open flights. YEA the plan was in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Melissa, Kevin and I head to the airport at 4 am on Friday before mother's day. We fly standby so we only make it on the flights if there is openings. As we sit there we watch the number of open seats go down and down, realizing that all of us were not going to make it on the flight. The counter calls us up and says that they can get one of us on the flight, and that most of the flights are booked for that day. I tell them to send Melissa and give her Karen's gift in case we can't make it. And tell her we will try for the next flight. Off Melissa goes and Kevin and I start waiting for the next flight an hour later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa makes it to Denver and is waiting for her flight to Canada. We make it on the second flight, knowing we will be coming in a few minutes to late to make the Canada flight and will have to wait in the Denver airport for 4 hours. But alas, our flight some how gets ahead of schedule. As we land we call to Melissa and ask her what gate she is at. She tells us and says she is going to ask them to hold the plane. They will not but they will be ready for us if we make. As we wait to get off the plane we are nervously wondering if we will make it. We jump off the plane and RUN down the halls, and get to our plane just in time as they close the gates behind us... we had made it....seriously in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this is going on Becky is trying to keep the fact that we are coming a secret from her mom, and even her kids know. Brad, Becky's husband, comes to the airport and picks us up and he and Becky have arranged for us to meet in the food court at the mall. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SX6EnwLOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7szZaCHLvxw/s1600/IMG_6033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SX6EnwLOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7szZaCHLvxw/s320/IMG_6033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473166471090679010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got the picture of her face as she recognized us. It was so great! She was so happy. And it to was a fast trip we were there on Friday and Saturday and left on Sunday before everyone was up. But Kev's grandma was also in town so we got to get some pictures with her. It was a perfect gift for Mother's Day. And Karen was definitely surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SYeXdVFFI/AAAAAAAAAko/Ime44zAiIOY/s1600/IMG_6041.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SYeXdVFFI/AAAAAAAAAko/Ime44zAiIOY/s320/IMG_6041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473167094622524498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after spending days in airports and traveling I was happy to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8448346900996148997?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8448346900996148997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8448346900996148997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8448346900996148997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8448346900996148997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-surprise.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Surprise'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SX6EnwLOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7szZaCHLvxw/s72-c/IMG_6033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-904118250222960866</id><published>2010-05-19T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:53:41.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland OR</title><content type='html'>So I went to Portland with my sister and her sweet little girl. I have to admit the last time Sausha and I went on a trip with just the two of us we fought most of the time. It was 7 years ago though, at least that is what I think Sausha said it was....maybe 5 or 6. So we both have had some time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SU6eE47PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BhMKBbmpucA/s1600/Picture+003.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SU6eE47PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BhMKBbmpucA/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473163179388890354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl was so good that most people didn't even know she was on the plane. She didn't cry at all. And I had so much fun spending time and getting to know this cute little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SVcvQMp6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YWT5UD9m7zw/s1600/Picture+035.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SVcvQMp6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YWT5UD9m7zw/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473163768115275682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SVcWaykFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Yn8otuo-JsY/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SVcWaykFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Yn8otuo-JsY/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473163761448816722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very quick trip. We decided Sunday night to go because Sausha was feeling better and we came home on Wednesday because the flights looked better then Thursday. Thanks to my cute honey with the flight benefits it was possible though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly we got to see my grandparents which was the whole reason we went. And we saw a few other family members. Next time we will plan further ahead and get to see more family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SWDYYACHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/K-NWUH2rrDk/s1600/Picture+071.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SWDYYACHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/K-NWUH2rrDk/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473164431988885618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was quick but well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-904118250222960866?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/904118250222960866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=904118250222960866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/904118250222960866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/904118250222960866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/portland-or.html' title='Portland OR'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S_SU6eE47PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BhMKBbmpucA/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1023787202147576542</id><published>2010-05-03T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:51:20.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations</title><content type='html'>So not to sound like I am really angry cause I am not... luckily others have gotten angry for me. But we just found out last night that the Bishop hadn't passed the papers on to the Stake President until Saturday. We met with the Stake President yesterday and he wrote his letter last night and is hand delivering the papers to the church office building today. He said that we still have a highly likely chance that we can get married on June 11th but reminded me that there is no guarentee. So please send your prayers, good thoughts, energy whatever you believe in that we will be able to get married on June 11th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1023787202147576542?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1023787202147576542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1023787202147576542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1023787202147576542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1023787202147576542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/frustrations.html' title='frustrations'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1716118585302054558</id><published>2010-05-03T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:49:05.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland - flying.</title><content type='html'>So Kevin works for skywest so we get some flight benefits which I really enjoy. Sausha and I had planned to leave Friday April 30 to go to Portland but she got really sick with a bad ear infection so we cancelled our plans. The Sunday night Sausha calls me adn asks what my week is like. So we decide why not jump on a plan in the morning adn head up to Portland. I am currently sitting in the Denver airport with Sausha and Esther headed to Portland. Lets hope we make the next flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1716118585302054558?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1716118585302054558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1716118585302054558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1716118585302054558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1716118585302054558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/portland-flying.html' title='Portland - flying.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8016677955228794167</id><published>2010-05-01T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:26:47.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party</title><content type='html'>So I signed up on Utahkidsclub.com and they have a calendar which lists all the fun things going on in the area. I saw the princess party and decided that it would be fun. So I asked Kevin's sister Melissa if she wanted to go with us. It was a ton of fun. It was just at a little preschool place to raise some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's sister went with us. She also got her nails painted and overall just got to be pampered and act like a princess.... she may have been spoiled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y37o0_eEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dUYhVxuZo_A/s1600/IMG_5931.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y37o0_eEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dUYhVxuZo_A/s320/IMG_5931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466446282920785986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y37bDtzqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/voIhb13POEE/s1600/IMG_5929.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y37bDtzqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/voIhb13POEE/s320/IMG_5929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466446279224446626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y367kPQcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sFGK8BM_Z3I/s1600/IMG_5928.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y367kPQcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sFGK8BM_Z3I/s320/IMG_5928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466446270770921922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y36aGUI2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/T61IJ7gs1c0/s1600/IMG_5925.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y36aGUI2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/T61IJ7gs1c0/s320/IMG_5925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466446261787042658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y3557LhqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uTX5y04tfOM/s1600/IMG_5922.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y3557LhqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uTX5y04tfOM/s320/IMG_5922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466446253150406306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her hair done like a princess and got to make a Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2jeZ0MfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nc_PZS817dY/s1600/IMG_5913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2jeZ0MfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nc_PZS817dY/s320/IMG_5913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466444768293958130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2i5n1cdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/S6QqFxogOLY/s1600/IMG_5908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2i5n1cdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/S6QqFxogOLY/s320/IMG_5908.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466444758420648402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2ibicGnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OLwBHfoFzB0/s1600/IMG_5900.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2ibicGnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OLwBHfoFzB0/s320/IMG_5900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466444750344952434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2iAIzSwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZRYNvjWa9mU/s1600/IMG_5894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2iAIzSwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZRYNvjWa9mU/s320/IMG_5894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466444742989662978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2huhkunI/AAAAAAAAAiw/oCygJUWu7yo/s1600/IMG_5882.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y2huhkunI/AAAAAAAAAiw/oCygJUWu7yo/s320/IMG_5882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466444738261727858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy godmother was her favorite even out of all the princesses. Also this cute little shetland pony was in the petting forest, and it is only 3 weeks old. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1VAYN6vI/AAAAAAAAAio/6G9EM8ioBps/s1600/IMG_5881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1VAYN6vI/AAAAAAAAAio/6G9EM8ioBps/s320/IMG_5881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443420204395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1UvZoW6I/AAAAAAAAAig/I1uIQ2254mk/s1600/IMG_5880.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1UvZoW6I/AAAAAAAAAig/I1uIQ2254mk/s320/IMG_5880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443415646919586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1UK7vdYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EWx0UKIRwBo/s1600/IMG_5873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1UK7vdYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EWx0UKIRwBo/s320/IMG_5873.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443405857879426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1TvoHWoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/t2Z8CAoTExU/s1600/IMG_5866.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y1TvoHWoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/t2Z8CAoTExU/s320/IMG_5866.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466443398527801986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8016677955228794167?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8016677955228794167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8016677955228794167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8016677955228794167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8016677955228794167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/princess-party.html' title='Princess Party'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9y37o0_eEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dUYhVxuZo_A/s72-c/IMG_5931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8920127759464208265</id><published>2010-05-01T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:08:18.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>So this time when we were in the car and the muffin man song came on.....she sang "yes, yes, yes" to the tune. :) Don't you wish you just had a video camera on your kids all the time and someone else just edited the cute parts so that we could have them forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8920127759464208265?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8920127759464208265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8920127759464208265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8920127759464208265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8920127759464208265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7729710898060662854</id><published>2010-04-28T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:21:16.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muffin Man</title><content type='html'>Grandma Taylor sent down a silly songs CD and on the CD was do you know the muffin man? Every time we would listen to this song Danni would be in the back saying "no,no, no." To the tune of the song. So I decided we needed to make a muffin man. However, it ended up being a chocolate chip muffin bear with frosting. Grandma LeeOra came over and assisted with frosting our muffin bear and then of course Danni had to eat some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfghFUQII/AAAAAAAAAiI/arzTa8ZEsbI/s1600/IMG_5708.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfghFUQII/AAAAAAAAAiI/arzTa8ZEsbI/s320/IMG_5708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223160055218306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfgE-k4uI/AAAAAAAAAiA/3lRksshEO_E/s1600/IMG_5709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfgE-k4uI/AAAAAAAAAiA/3lRksshEO_E/s320/IMG_5709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223152510755554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfftJfKzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qyNKsNVAmRw/s1600/IMG_5706.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfftJfKzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qyNKsNVAmRw/s320/IMG_5706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223146114067250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hffKvFPjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IfiQXqIuQGg/s1600/IMG_5702.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hffKvFPjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IfiQXqIuQGg/s320/IMG_5702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223136876510770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7729710898060662854?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7729710898060662854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7729710898060662854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7729710898060662854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7729710898060662854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/muffin-man.html' title='The Muffin Man'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hfghFUQII/AAAAAAAAAiI/arzTa8ZEsbI/s72-c/IMG_5708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3005262069792100615</id><published>2010-04-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:54:13.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engagement pictures</title><content type='html'>Zach took our engagement pictures. He did a great job! However, being the dumby that I am I was chewing gum. So we are going to have to edit my gum out of the pictures. So here are a few of the favs. Kev's favorite is of us with the grass behind us and us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZveiwZlI/AAAAAAAAAho/T8VNIh4a9Ks/s1600/IMG_3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZveiwZlI/AAAAAAAAAho/T8VNIh4a9Ks/s320/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465216820001662546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZuy2lggI/AAAAAAAAAhg/y-g5UN8v2rk/s1600/IMG_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZuy2lggI/AAAAAAAAAhg/y-g5UN8v2rk/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465216808273674754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZuBUw6bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uX3NtT-80S4/s1600/IMG_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZuBUw6bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uX3NtT-80S4/s320/IMG_3334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465216794978478514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZtgaIa4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_LDTZwxXKsk/s1600/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZtgaIa4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_LDTZwxXKsk/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465216786142620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZtXjPGPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pvGPZMUXMvA/s1600/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZtXjPGPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pvGPZMUXMvA/s320/IMG_3301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465216783764887794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3005262069792100615?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3005262069792100615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3005262069792100615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3005262069792100615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3005262069792100615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/engagement-pictures.html' title='engagement pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hZveiwZlI/AAAAAAAAAho/T8VNIh4a9Ks/s72-c/IMG_3350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6370521107188122328</id><published>2010-04-28T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:46:58.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridals</title><content type='html'>I love all of the pictures. So here are just a few for you to look at, it is hard to choose. Kate did a great job! Thanks Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX2WJY-lI/AAAAAAAAAhA/spDPlRAyiJ0/s1600/IMG_9437EBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX2WJY-lI/AAAAAAAAAhA/spDPlRAyiJ0/s320/IMG_9437EBW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214738983615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX1lRN4CI/AAAAAAAAAg4/h7pSNOuiTXg/s1600/IMG_9417E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX1lRN4CI/AAAAAAAAAg4/h7pSNOuiTXg/s320/IMG_9417E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214725863104546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX1GMu7pI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iaPGKKjBgHQ/s1600/IMG_9402E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX1GMu7pI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iaPGKKjBgHQ/s320/IMG_9402E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465214717522800274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hWdnf5WfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jeuDTYnuNkw/s1600/IMG_9353E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hWdnf5WfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jeuDTYnuNkw/s320/IMG_9353E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465213214633056754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hWdBAq4PI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AuP4aQMaSfQ/s1600/IMG_0177E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hWdBAq4PI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AuP4aQMaSfQ/s320/IMG_0177E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465213204301537522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hWcOQeRJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ist4BZWSExI/s1600/IMG_0224E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hWcOQeRJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ist4BZWSExI/s320/IMG_0224E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465213190677611666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6370521107188122328?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6370521107188122328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6370521107188122328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6370521107188122328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6370521107188122328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/bridals.html' title='Bridals'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hX2WJY-lI/AAAAAAAAAhA/spDPlRAyiJ0/s72-c/IMG_9437EBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3200895029118830841</id><published>2010-04-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:19:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulip Festival</title><content type='html'>Last week we decided to go to the Tulip festival. So I called dad and he adn Vicki met us at Thanksgiving Point. It was a BEAUTIFUL day and we had a lot of fun. Danni got a few of us to roll down hills with her and to run through the gardens. It couldn't have been a prettier day. And the flowers were gorgeous. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP8FwAOuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ObLbkANL-qQ/s1600/IMG_5635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP8FwAOuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ObLbkANL-qQ/s320/IMG_5635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465206041568361186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP7XGfq7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TZUgE_rSzvY/s1600/IMG_5636.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP7XGfq7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TZUgE_rSzvY/s320/IMG_5636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465206029046229938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP6qV85gI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RqQjVONdfsE/s1600/IMG_5631.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP6qV85gI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RqQjVONdfsE/s320/IMG_5631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465206017031464450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP5yz4SsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mMQFH16AOYA/s1600/IMG_5626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP5yz4SsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mMQFH16AOYA/s320/IMG_5626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465206002124606146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hOvyj_CMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i_auQ-h20eY/s1600/IMG_5627.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hOvyj_CMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i_auQ-h20eY/s320/IMG_5627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465204730747619522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hOvX_MMLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vmn9Jre4WG8/s1600/IMG_5639.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hOvX_MMLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vmn9Jre4WG8/s320/IMG_5639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465204723613970610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hOu4iZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wOZQfP3t1Dk/s1600/IMG_5620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hOu4iZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wOZQfP3t1Dk/s320/IMG_5620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465204715171736770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hN1WqMiRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UXcmuV5E11Y/s1600/IMG_5625.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hN1WqMiRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UXcmuV5E11Y/s320/IMG_5625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465203726825064722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3200895029118830841?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3200895029118830841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3200895029118830841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3200895029118830841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3200895029118830841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulip-festival.html' title='Tulip Festival'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9hP8FwAOuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ObLbkANL-qQ/s72-c/IMG_5635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7878422443010833817</id><published>2010-04-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:23:14.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>Okay so I had bridals done yesterday. My friend Julie was there with us and she snapped a few with her own camera. So I have those. I am just going to throw a few up here from that. Once I get the ones from my photographer I will put those on too. I can't wait to get the ones from my photographer now. I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQ0S5ssI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/loMK8KM8UJY/s1600/Picture+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQ0S5ssI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/loMK8KM8UJY/s320/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463339426916184770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQYfkpDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9uUImf6iHmo/s1600/Picture+101.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQYfkpDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9uUImf6iHmo/s320/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463339419453137970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQMcRr8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/9d4Onh7m9XI/s1600/Picture+098.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQMcRr8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/9d4Onh7m9XI/s320/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463339416218087362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed what I wanted for my dress then went to Cinderella's Closet in Orem and Sabrina made it. She did a GREAT job. I love my hair as well. I am just excited that it all came together. I was a little nervous. Anyway, it was kind of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7878422443010833817?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7878422443010833817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7878422443010833817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7878422443010833817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7878422443010833817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S9GuQ0S5ssI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/loMK8KM8UJY/s72-c/Picture+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4046154643658066923</id><published>2010-04-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:23:51.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>We have recently gone to the zoo and many of the animals were in hiding because of the weather. We also went to Hee Haw farms and played with the animals today. I am definitely happy for warmer weather and to be able to get out again. We are going to try out the Treehouse Muesum tomorrow. I will let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I went and got our engagement pictures taken on Saturday. My brother Zach was kind enough to do them for us. We will get them back in a week or so cause he has a big project for school this week. I will post when we get them. We went out to the Salt Lake Marina and on the way out we got a flat. Very grateful for Kevin and his willingness just to jump out and take care of it. It was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up my dress today. I will be getting bridals done next week. I know with all this information many of you are say "When is the date?" We don't have a for sure date yet as we don't have clearance. However, we are looking at June 11. Sorry to some of you close friends and family who are hearing about this hear first. I will make sure everyone knows when we have our clearance and can move forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4046154643658066923?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4046154643658066923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4046154643658066923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4046154643658066923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4046154643658066923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5890211598275825731</id><published>2010-03-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:49:40.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the farm... and some dinosaurs.</title><content type='html'>I watch Danniqa's little sister Olivia while Jamie, Danni's mom, works right now. So Jamie pays me and then the sisters can be together. We went down to Thanksgiving point this week and went to the farm and to the dinosaur muesum. Here are a few highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a bench, looking at the animals and of course going on the horse merry-go-round. Oh what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67DmWonOiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_UPWO_qBFZ4/s1600/IMG_5302.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67DmWonOiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_UPWO_qBFZ4/s320/IMG_5302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453511262470617634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Dl_nKQTI/AAAAAAAAAew/4GXUskr1ZN4/s1600/IMG_5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Dl_nKQTI/AAAAAAAAAew/4GXUskr1ZN4/s320/IMG_5293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453511256290509106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67DlD-298I/AAAAAAAAAeo/DLRdJsJ4tXY/s1600/IMG_5299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67DlD-298I/AAAAAAAAAeo/DLRdJsJ4tXY/s320/IMG_5299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453511240283781058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Dk1NMSXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5_MPQJWyfRw/s1600/IMG_5286.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Dk1NMSXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5_MPQJWyfRw/s320/IMG_5286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453511236317366642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a tractor ride/wagon ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67CmOMvIFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/YaRHFTLiUMk/s1600/IMG_5315.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67CmOMvIFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/YaRHFTLiUMk/s320/IMG_5315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510160694583378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Clkdtr8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4Xl4nFZUpS8/s1600/IMG_5312.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Clkdtr8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4Xl4nFZUpS8/s320/IMG_5312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510149491503042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67ClEKF4II/AAAAAAAAAeI/i7yHWL2y1S4/s1600/IMG_5311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67ClEKF4II/AAAAAAAAAeI/i7yHWL2y1S4/s320/IMG_5311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453510140819267714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk a cow and have water come out. Push the sister in the stroller at break neck speeds and get put into jail... how could it be a better day at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Be1qzb3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/6F9Jyyki5hY/s1600/IMG_5333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Be1qzb3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/6F9Jyyki5hY/s320/IMG_5333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453508934339096434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67BekV9UfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/s0eD6wDQ-fU/s1600/IMG_5339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67BekV9UfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/s0eD6wDQ-fU/s320/IMG_5339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453508929688261106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67BdwBivYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WuDVZDpdooM/s1600/IMG_5343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67BdwBivYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WuDVZDpdooM/s320/IMG_5343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453508915643989378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that are must when we go to the dinosaur muesum, we have a season pass, they include playing dinosaur games on the computer, looking in the sharks mouth and running in and out of the little tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Ajrg5M_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/I0mB9j35-kI/s1600/IMG_5352.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Ajrg5M_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/I0mB9j35-kI/s320/IMG_5352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453507918000894962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67AjfO29dI/AAAAAAAAAdg/roTtk153vyU/s1600/IMG_5353.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67AjfO29dI/AAAAAAAAAdg/roTtk153vyU/s320/IMG_5353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453507914704025042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Ai8vKi_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/YWe0yV2mYVI/s1600/IMG_5357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67Ai8vKi_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/YWe0yV2mYVI/s320/IMG_5357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453507905444285426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danni loves digging in the sand to find the dinosaur bones. I tried several times to put Livie in but she wanted nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66_lGM2IVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JMfcNjAydjY/s1600/IMG_5361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66_lGM2IVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JMfcNjAydjY/s320/IMG_5361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453506842832806226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66_kmRT5FI/AAAAAAAAAdI/H3QJVwQPPV8/s1600/IMG_5363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66_kmRT5FI/AAAAAAAAAdI/H3QJVwQPPV8/s320/IMG_5363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453506834261599314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5890211598275825731?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5890211598275825731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5890211598275825731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5890211598275825731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5890211598275825731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-at-farm-and-some-dinosaurs.html' title='A day at the farm... and some dinosaurs.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S67DmWonOiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_UPWO_qBFZ4/s72-c/IMG_5302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6341092188070985735</id><published>2010-03-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:27:24.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool project</title><content type='html'>So Danni came home from school and they were going to be having a rodeo. So she needed a stick horse. Now the instructions where simple and I could have taped a picture of a horse on a stick.... but oh no. I decided that I loved the stick horses we had as a kid and that I needed to make one for Danni. However, even with a week and a half notice I put it off til the night before. I could not find a pattern at any fabric store. So I randomly purchesed what I thought I would need. I then came home and took a pen to the fabric drawing a head of a horse. I tried sewing it on the sewing machine but I am not very good at sewing and the fabric was to thick and everything kept getting all stuck. So I stayed up and stitched it by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I finished I realized I hadn't purchased anything for the eyeballs. When I was taking Danni to school she was very distraught that her horse did not have eyes. So luckily Miss Teia, Danni's teacher saved the day and glued some buttons on for eyes. Here is a picture of the horse... without eyes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66-bHVa_cI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y4Ol_PG18fY/s1600/IMG_5282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66-bHVa_cI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y4Ol_PG18fY/s320/IMG_5282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453505571826892226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66-agCIWdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_vf6AfnVr6o/s1600/IMG_5281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66-agCIWdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_vf6AfnVr6o/s320/IMG_5281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453505561276996050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did ok for a first time little project :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6341092188070985735?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6341092188070985735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6341092188070985735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6341092188070985735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6341092188070985735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/preschool-project.html' title='Preschool project'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S66-bHVa_cI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y4Ol_PG18fY/s72-c/IMG_5282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3482632042383979631</id><published>2010-03-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:23:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREE Ideas&lt;br /&gt;From Utahkids.com&lt;br /&gt;HIll Airforce Museum is a great place to spend the day (if you're as nerdy as my engineer husband) The museum is open seven days a week from 9:00 AM til 4:30 PM. Admission is FREE, but monetary donations are gratefully accepted. We are CLOSED on New Year's Day, Thanksgiving Day, and Christmas Day &lt;br /&gt;http://www.hill.af.mil/library/museum/index.asp for more info, storytimes and special events &lt;br /&gt;FREE CANDY TOURS &lt;br /&gt;SWEETS CANDY: If you are interested in visiting our factory and store, Sweet’s offers a free 40-minute tour. Everyone must wear a hair net (I wouldn't recommend bringing anyone under 2years old--I did it with my Davis but it wasn't exactly fun) &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Candy Company &lt;br /&gt;3780 West Directors Row &lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City, UT 84104 &lt;br /&gt;Hours of Operation (MST) &lt;br /&gt;Monday - Thursday, 8am to 5pm &lt;br /&gt;Friday, 8am to 12 noon. &lt;br /&gt;Telephone Number &lt;br /&gt;(801) 886-1444 X110 &lt;br /&gt;MRS. CAVANAUGHS CHOCOLATE &lt;br /&gt;FREE Factory Tours &lt;br /&gt;Tours are available Mondays through Thursdays. Tours start at the top of the hour beginning at 10:00 am, with the last tour leaving at 2:30 p.m. Tours are not available on weekends. &lt;br /&gt;The tour lasts about 45 mins to an hour. &lt;br /&gt;Special arrangements can be made for large groups (i.e. school, civic, or groups of more than 25). &lt;br /&gt;Scheduled tours are reserved in the order reservations are received. &lt;br /&gt;*I've been told they don't like anyone under 5 going on the tour, they will take them on the tour--but they don't necessarily enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;To schedule a tour call 801-677-8888. &lt;br /&gt;The tour includes viewing areas of the candy kitchen and boxing areas. Also an up-close look of how our hand-dipped chocolates are made. Video presentations of "How Chocolate is Made" and the "History of Mrs. Cavanaughs Candies" are viewed in the theatre room. There are also plenty of delicious samples and treats throughout the tour. &lt;br /&gt;There is a store/outlet in our lobby where you can purchase our delicious chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;North Salt Lake, UT - Factory &lt;br /&gt;835 W North Pointe Circle &lt;br /&gt;(801) 677-8888 &lt;br /&gt;Some other fun ideas--call for details: &lt;br /&gt;Tooele Valley Railroad Museum Open memorial to labor day. 35 N. broadway Tooele &lt;br /&gt;435-882-2836 (this probably isn't as big and exciting as the ogden train museum) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah Firefighters museum: 435-843-4040 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson Grist Mill is kind of fun also... www.bensonmill.org 435-882-7678&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3482632042383979631?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3482632042383979631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3482632042383979631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3482632042383979631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3482632042383979631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/free-ideas-from-utahkids.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4931716170304424159</id><published>2010-03-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:56:41.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>To this date we have only had Danni at church with us once. However, I am always looking ofr things to teach her about church topics. So I got an email today and it had some great links so i thought I would share. This is mostly how to make General Conference more meaningful with little kids. Also I have picked up file folder activities for church and Danni loves them. Anyway here are some of the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sugardoodle.info/joomla/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=5851&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sugardoodle.info/joomla/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=3101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a packet of ideas for teaching the gospel in the home. If any of you want them leave your email in the comments and I will send it to you. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4931716170304424159?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4931716170304424159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4931716170304424159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4931716170304424159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4931716170304424159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6222486943046877842</id><published>2010-03-11T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:14:33.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoooo</title><content type='html'>The Ring is now on my finger! And it is gorgeous! I love it! And I love the cute man who gave it to me! He is a sweetheart! That is a lot of exclaimation points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6222486943046877842?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6222486943046877842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6222486943046877842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6222486943046877842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6222486943046877842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/wahoooo.html' title='Wahoooo'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4611677926060603818</id><published>2010-03-05T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:00:28.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ring has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is currently........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on top of the TV :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4611677926060603818?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4611677926060603818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4611677926060603818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4611677926060603818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4611677926060603818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='update.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1236675243348033460</id><published>2010-02-25T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:42:01.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight</title><content type='html'>So I have lost a little bit of weight. I have a hard time seeing that there is truly a difference from where I use to be. I was telling my sister this today and she told me to look at pictures. So here we go. I still have more to lose but at least I am losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is of me right after my mom's funeral and while getting a divorce. So January 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4clQ66jRAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_OqjUNwCJ2w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4clQ66jRAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_OqjUNwCJ2w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442359647323505666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me today. I had Kevin take some pictures. Also I dyed my hair last night. Kevin really likes it....luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4cmsc9RcXI/AAAAAAAAAco/SRVR9Sbivoo/s1600-h/IMG_5277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4cmsc9RcXI/AAAAAAAAAco/SRVR9Sbivoo/s320/IMG_5277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442361219829821810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4cmDmRCK6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/_CtzKJCIRwo/s1600-h/IMG_5278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4cmDmRCK6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/_CtzKJCIRwo/s320/IMG_5278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442360517953989538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1236675243348033460?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1236675243348033460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1236675243348033460' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1236675243348033460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1236675243348033460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/weight.html' title='weight'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4clQ66jRAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_OqjUNwCJ2w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-938630530640190295</id><published>2010-02-25T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:41:24.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Esther</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4ck2TMWWSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jT3q72BUc3o/s1600-h/IMG_5276.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4ck2TMWWSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jT3q72BUc3o/s320/IMG_5276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442359189984139554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS my sister had her cute little baby. Esther Aleen Christensen was born 2/17/2010. She weighed 7lbs 3 oz and was 21 1/2 inches long. This is the only picture I have of her so far. But she is SOO adorable. Mom and baby are both doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-938630530640190295?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/938630530640190295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=938630530640190295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/938630530640190295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/938630530640190295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-esther.html' title='Baby Esther'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4ck2TMWWSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jT3q72BUc3o/s72-c/IMG_5276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4601075319318240701</id><published>2010-02-25T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:52:53.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress</title><content type='html'>No we don't have a date yet. But hopefully some day we will. I am having my dress made though so that I get exactly what I want. And so I had a dress fitting this week. It was exciting because she also started the measurements before I started losing weight. So it was really big on me. But here are some pictures. It isn't done as you can tell. On the bottom the satin will be about half that length hanging out and then there will be toole sticking out the bottom. I will also be wearing red heels. And I just dyed my hair darker. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a38FpPpDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/glqHV5kCXlU/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a38FpPpDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/glqHV5kCXlU/s320/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442239442659025970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a4OlvaJNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C28C2lmNjxI/s1600-h/IMG_2957.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a4OlvaJNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C28C2lmNjxI/s320/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442239760512459986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as you can tell there isn't much traditional about my dress. But I love it. It is exactly what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4601075319318240701?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4601075319318240701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4601075319318240701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4601075319318240701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4601075319318240701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/dress.html' title='Dress'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a38FpPpDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/glqHV5kCXlU/s72-c/IMG_2956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2682804431416904377</id><published>2010-02-25T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:41:39.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>So Kevin got his tax return which means we have money to go and buy a ring.....so hopefully that will happen so. But who knows. But here is the ring I have picked out. If any of you saw a ring before this is different then the one before. But here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a1VrYGEdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IoKufZi4vTk/s1600-h/ring.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a1VrYGEdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IoKufZi4vTk/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442236583749489106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-2682804431416904377?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2682804431416904377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=2682804431416904377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2682804431416904377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2682804431416904377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/S4a1VrYGEdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IoKufZi4vTk/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5408965754572747628</id><published>2010-02-06T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:56:36.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible cure for MS</title><content type='html'>So I was watching the news after some television shows on Thursday night. While watching there was a lady that has been on experimental medication and she had gone from not having sensations in her feet and hands and horrible tremors and other things and all of these were reversed through this medication. So as I was watching this I thought this was amazing and I would love to see a cure occur for this disease and at the same time I was mad that two years after my mom passed away there was now possibly a cure. UGH! So then I was sad but then my crazy mind started going....ask my dad I get a little crazy in my thought patterns. So then I started into that I was sad my mom was gone, but if my mom wasn't gone then we wouldn't have Vicki in our lives and I am SOOO grateful for her and love her. but then I started feeling guilty that I was possibly happy to have Vicki which meant I didn't have my mom. So that is where my crazy mind starts going and cycling around and around. So on Friday I had to call my dad and get a reality check. And luckily he was able to give it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely miss my mom and would love to have her here, especially if she was healthy and doing well. And I definitely am very grateful for the blessing of Vicki in my life. She is wonderful and makes my life easier. I am also very grateful for sweet Kevin who doesn't always know what to do with me but held me and let me cry. Then of course there is my dad who will tell me what the truth is and give me a reality check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though life isn't always easy I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5408965754572747628?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5408965754572747628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5408965754572747628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5408965754572747628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5408965754572747628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/possible-cure-for-ms.html' title='Possible cure for MS'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7598906898194401844</id><published>2010-02-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:45:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas and camera</title><content type='html'>We were getting ready to go to Vegas and all of a sudden I realized I couldn't find my camera. I looked high and low and thought about where I was going and when I last had it. I looked outside and was driving Kevin crazy cause I couldn't find the camera..... luckily my neighbor found it outside and returned it. However, I didn't get it back until after I was back from Vegas so no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going down to Vegas with some of our friends. We were set up so that I took Kevin to work and then was going to pick him up on the way out of town. However, when I got there to pick him up I realized I had left some stuff at home so had to turn around and come back. (No we aren't married yet but we just have one car between the two of us). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, didn't do a whole lot but lay around. We did go to the aquarium at the Mandlay Bay and that was pretty amazing. However, every time we walked by a wedding chapel I would look at Kevin and say....well should we.... come on... or some stupid statement about just getting married. Kevin would answer "my mom would kill me." So I thought it would b e funny to tell my family we had just gotten married. Sausha didn't believe for a second and called me a liar....of course I did it through text message as opposed to calling. My dad at least played a long for a while but when he told me great now he didn't have to give me any money I told him I was lying. &lt;br /&gt;We were just gone for a couple of days but it was good to get away for a little while. Now we are back and back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7598906898194401844?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7598906898194401844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7598906898194401844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7598906898194401844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7598906898194401844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/vegas-and-camera.html' title='Vegas and camera'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6673062931430433505</id><published>2010-02-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:39:35.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking about blogging</title><content type='html'>So I was laying in bed thinking about blogging and what I needed to write and how I should write it. That is when I knew it that I hadn't blogged in a while and needed to get back to writting. So my computers back and now I need to get back into the habit again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6673062931430433505?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6673062931430433505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6673062931430433505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6673062931430433505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6673062931430433505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-about-blogging.html' title='thinking about blogging'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3445355360981252512</id><published>2010-01-10T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:10:17.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computers</title><content type='html'>I love and hate computers at the same time. My camera was getting slow because of all teh pictures on the memory card so I went through and put them all on my computer and erased them from my memory card and then...... my computer crashed. They have fixed the computer but I lost everything that hadn't been backed up including all of those pictures. However, most of them made it on facebook so that is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we have done in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Gateway museum&lt;br /&gt;Planetarium&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving point dinosaur museum&lt;br /&gt;St. Nicholas day&lt;br /&gt;Trip to San Fransico with friends&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;New Years&lt;br /&gt;Car accident, my car totaled&lt;br /&gt;Move&lt;br /&gt;Car Accident, they are fixing Kevin's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun and lots of craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am starting to feel stable and settled again. I still need to get all my pictures up though. Other then that not much.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and Hope you all had a great Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3445355360981252512?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3445355360981252512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3445355360981252512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3445355360981252512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3445355360981252512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2010/01/computers.html' title='computers'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6186972563373130075</id><published>2009-12-04T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:06:35.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>been missing</title><content type='html'>SO I know I have been missing from the blogging world. I will be definitely getting more pictures up soon. I have been doing the HCG diet over the last couple of weeks which is taking more time cause I am actually cooking. And I am just way busy as of late. I only got to see Kevin and Danniqa for a whole half hour on my birthday because work was sooooooo crazy. So I am also having a hard time balancing everything and figuring how to do it all. But today was fun.... here is a run down of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up 8 am. &lt;br /&gt;Read for a while, clean house.&lt;br /&gt;9:30am Kevin came over.&lt;br /&gt;9:45 go pick up Danniqa from her grandmas&lt;br /&gt;Go to Target and Walmart in order to find stuff for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Go BUY A CHRISTMAS TREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Go thru the drive thru at McDonald's for lunch for Kev and Danni.... I ate something different&lt;br /&gt;Come home drop the Christmas tree off and get it in the stand.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Kevin's parents house and get some Christmas decorations&lt;br /&gt;Come home and put lights on teh tree, realize we don't have enough and send Kev back to the store.&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa and I then make paper plate angels, paper plate snowman, a cone santa claus while waiting for Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;Then finish putting the lights on. &lt;br /&gt;Danniqa then put the ornaments on the tree they are in a small square space on the lower part of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Make popcorn garland - Danni didn't want to so she went downstairs to play.&lt;br /&gt;Danni came up and told me she wants to watch a movie with me.... She wants me to lay down on the couch and she snuggles up with me and "watches" a movie.... she was asleep before the previews were over.&lt;br /&gt;Make dinner&lt;br /&gt;Finish the garland&lt;br /&gt;Feed everyone&lt;br /&gt;Do dishes&lt;br /&gt;Have Danni change into Pj.&lt;br /&gt;Send Kevin back to the store for something else I forgot&lt;br /&gt;Read a book, an article from the friend and a chapter from scriptures with Danni. (She is getting so good and is reading more and more words on her own!)&lt;br /&gt;Prayers&lt;br /&gt;Tuck Danni in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down on the couch at 7:45pm and wonder were the day has gone and realized I got NO work done today.... oopps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do mom's do it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very fun day. Christmas is up and I am excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6186972563373130075?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6186972563373130075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6186972563373130075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6186972563373130075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6186972563373130075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-missing.html' title='been missing'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4290291521494216873</id><published>2009-11-11T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:07:38.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a day</title><content type='html'>By the end of Wednesday's I am ususally really tired. I watch my friends little 7 month old Bryton, My 2 year old nephew Royal and then I get to have Danniqa with me which is fun. I am always amazed between, feeding, naps, gymnastics, entertaining and etc how tired I am at the end of the day. Mom's I think you are great! So here was a little fun we had yesterday. We went to the park and found some great piles of leaves on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyVR3WEtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WvOtGAOS6RM/s1600-h/IMG_4426b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyVR3WEtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WvOtGAOS6RM/s320/IMG_4426b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248994091930322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyU-t8KUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QCsEC6BvVr0/s1600-h/IMG_4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyU-t8KUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QCsEC6BvVr0/s320/IMG_4422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248988952209730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyUU_WJGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/IstgLnSsieU/s1600-h/IMG_4435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyUU_WJGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/IstgLnSsieU/s320/IMG_4435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248977750926434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyT1ee4eI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LraiVj4tjT8/s1600-h/IMG_4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyT1ee4eI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LraiVj4tjT8/s320/IMG_4437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248969291588066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyTZp88xI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0O6glNp7UWw/s1600-h/IMG_4451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyTZp88xI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0O6glNp7UWw/s320/IMG_4451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403248961823503122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4290291521494216873?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4290291521494216873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4290291521494216873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4290291521494216873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4290291521494216873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-day.html' title='Just a day'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvwyVR3WEtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WvOtGAOS6RM/s72-c/IMG_4426b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2662260602914966842</id><published>2009-11-09T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:00:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada in November</title><content type='html'>We decided to go to Canada for a few days before Christmas to see Kevin's mom and his sister Becky and her family. We were only there for a couple fo days but we did go to Banff which is a resort town now far from were Becky lives. So we were in Calagary most of the time were Becky lives but here are some great pictures of Banff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjk_jnmzII/AAAAAAAAAaU/SFpB6TijBds/s1600-h/IMG_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjk_jnmzII/AAAAAAAAAaU/SFpB6TijBds/s320/IMG_4255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402319533575163010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjk_Z8IzkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ozAnW45afk4/s1600-h/IMG_4244.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjk_Z8IzkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ozAnW45afk4/s320/IMG_4244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402319530976923202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjk-39T4NI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vdQXQJmTAdQ/s1600-h/IMG_4245.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjk-39T4NI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vdQXQJmTAdQ/s320/IMG_4245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402319521855037650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjke3K1WiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0srzvnT9fl8/s1600-h/IMG_4266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjke3K1WiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0srzvnT9fl8/s320/IMG_4266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318971887508002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjketgg4qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qaCcaAp5DjE/s1600-h/IMG_4257.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjketgg4qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qaCcaAp5DjE/s320/IMG_4257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318969294086818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjkeOZWhcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oR0fx4xTM2Q/s1600-h/IMG_4259.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjkeOZWhcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oR0fx4xTM2Q/s320/IMG_4259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318960942548418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjkd47QyaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/J4SUMHIZixs/s1600-h/IMG_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjkd47QyaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/J4SUMHIZixs/s320/IMG_4255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318955179198882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjkdeSHYbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/O91j2of8opY/s1600-h/IMG_4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjkdeSHYbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/O91j2of8opY/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402318948027294130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow falls in Banff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjjgD5gDpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vjNcHMLPwVc/s1600-h/IMG_4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjjgD5gDpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vjNcHMLPwVc/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402317892972711570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjjfh11nyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/n6hwnKjKrOY/s1600-h/IMG_4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjjfh11nyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/n6hwnKjKrOY/s320/IMG_4283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402317883830542114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjjfZ64NYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NgyA_M6ft0A/s1600-h/IMG_4277.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjjfZ64NYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NgyA_M6ft0A/s320/IMG_4277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402317881704199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjje-QLhzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GuCGJWMvBA0/s1600-h/IMG_4279.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjje-QLhzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GuCGJWMvBA0/s320/IMG_4279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402317874277353266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjjenAjpjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/18X7-Rq5YWU/s1600-h/IMG_4296.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjjenAjpjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/18X7-Rq5YWU/s320/IMG_4296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402317868037809714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man made lake and park by Becky's house. It was a beautiful day and we went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjimkFdgcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Gkt3pbkaRF0/s1600-h/IMG_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjimkFdgcI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Gkt3pbkaRF0/s320/IMG_4312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402316905180398018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjimE0OlCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oBG9ScMc8hc/s1600-h/IMG_4316.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjimE0OlCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oBG9ScMc8hc/s320/IMG_4316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402316896786617378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjil3AnmzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nMLpQdObhtk/s1600-h/IMG_4322.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjil3AnmzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nMLpQdObhtk/s320/IMG_4322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402316893080492850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjilA-wVDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WVC-Tmewd3A/s1600-h/IMG_4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjilA-wVDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WVC-Tmewd3A/s320/IMG_4314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402316878577161266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjiko9JV_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/hggkxi1-X3E/s1600-h/IMG_4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjiko9JV_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/hggkxi1-X3E/s320/IMG_4317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402316872127961074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjhpGLe4FI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xAN5xsXd0kk/s1600-h/IMG_4320.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjhpGLe4FI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xAN5xsXd0kk/s320/IMG_4320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402315849180569682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjhoinyKvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Nw5h8VTuL34/s1600-h/IMG_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjhoinyKvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Nw5h8VTuL34/s320/IMG_4326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402315839635598066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjhocPjWpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/eRBlqj9W2Ck/s1600-h/IMG_4328.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjhocPjWpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/eRBlqj9W2Ck/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402315837923351186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjhn5KDGTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gB9iIWjU6VY/s1600-h/IMG_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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We told him not to come over until we called him. Then we decorated teh house, made him a cake and a card. Then he came over for some fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfoDKC54I/AAAAAAAAAXk/YRWvPKWGrYQ/s1600-h/IMG_4068.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfoDKC54I/AAAAAAAAAXk/YRWvPKWGrYQ/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402313632166111106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfnsR4BgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eNQGSzGs3FM/s1600-h/IMG_4069.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfnsR4BgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eNQGSzGs3FM/s320/IMG_4069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402313626024936962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfndhJz-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/CJPX51SEwjU/s1600-h/IMG_4070.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfndhJz-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/CJPX51SEwjU/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402313622062485474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjfmy-huBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3vHwRpn-Z4s/s1600-h/IMG_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjfmy-huBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3vHwRpn-Z4s/s320/IMG_4072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402313610642962450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfmXenM6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/m2sxMEYQvxk/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfmXenM6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/m2sxMEYQvxk/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402313603261346722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised Kevin with tickets to the BYU vs UofU game. He was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjekOSEF8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/tXHTTtcpbnc/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjekOSEF8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/tXHTTtcpbnc/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312466921428930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjejiTXi6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/6N87y3biFrE/s1600-h/IMG_4081.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjejiTXi6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/6N87y3biFrE/s320/IMG_4081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312455115738018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjejZo1RSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1ixuJslcZxI/s1600-h/IMG_4079.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjejZo1RSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1ixuJslcZxI/s320/IMG_4079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312452789847330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to breakfast at IHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjeAoLH95I/AAAAAAAAAWk/g6kuuA3-w3g/s1600-h/IMG_4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjeAoLH95I/AAAAAAAAAWk/g6kuuA3-w3g/s320/IMG_4084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311855396353938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjeAQ38L_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/dzieu7t1uqw/s1600-h/IMG_4087.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjeAQ38L_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/dzieu7t1uqw/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311849141874674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjd_6pvHBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/P528L3y7dhQ/s1600-h/IMG_4085.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjd_6pvHBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/P528L3y7dhQ/s320/IMG_4085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311843176717330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cornbell's down at Thanksgiving point for the day. Danni was so excited about the Cinderally pumpkin. She ended up getting a little sick and we had to come home. But we had fun while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjdWBkJ9DI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5MC1ZVgtgv0/s1600-h/IMG_4091.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjdWBkJ9DI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5MC1ZVgtgv0/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311123477853234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjdV9nQhvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/g-6vJvXiYyk/s1600-h/IMG_4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjdV9nQhvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/g-6vJvXiYyk/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311122417125106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjdVdW53lI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ORyIWsjQGXM/s1600-h/IMG_4090.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjdVdW53lI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ORyIWsjQGXM/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311113758596690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjcza1EVlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XgVMasJ83V8/s1600-h/IMG_4096.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjcza1EVlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XgVMasJ83V8/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402310528964253266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcyxnuxOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/trptL50_CvM/s1600-h/IMG_4100.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcyxnuxOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/trptL50_CvM/s320/IMG_4100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402310517902460130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcyZbBHmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cbVG5lNgssk/s1600-h/IMG_4104.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcyZbBHmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cbVG5lNgssk/s320/IMG_4104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402310511406685794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcyJMUSVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qUdectD1Wsg/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcyJMUSVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qUdectD1Wsg/s320/IMG_4105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402310507050060114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcxqILPvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/F-tWPk311Vc/s1600-h/IMG_4106.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjcxqILPvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/F-tWPk311Vc/s320/IMG_4106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402310498711191282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb448VF2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/trhFYvPZPJc/s1600-h/IMG_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb448VF2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/trhFYvPZPJc/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402309523435493218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb4kE-r2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/hHw3cpSir6w/s1600-h/IMG_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb4kE-r2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/hHw3cpSir6w/s320/IMG_4117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402309517834628962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb38jdhPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XarjHJVepXM/s1600-h/IMG_4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb38jdhPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XarjHJVepXM/s320/IMG_4114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402309507225060594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb3jNsiPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mCngDdABmPc/s1600-h/IMG_4119.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb3jNsiPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mCngDdABmPc/s320/IMG_4119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402309500422883570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb3JqfkfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yC2H5MKn-9c/s1600-h/IMG_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjb3JqfkfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yC2H5MKn-9c/s320/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402309493564346866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake Danniqa and I made for Kevin. He loves Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjazmqZ2jI/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsQrsOd6Tzo/s1600-h/IMG_4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjazmqZ2jI/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsQrsOd6Tzo/s320/IMG_4137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402308333117495858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Kev's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjacPSqTZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CgF1xh_bH7s/s1600-h/IMG_4140.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjacPSqTZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CgF1xh_bH7s/s320/IMG_4140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402307931706903954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjabl43JNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-2Aq7B9B844/s1600-h/IMG_4142.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Svjabl43JNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-2Aq7B9B844/s320/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402307920592839890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-805668383885538766?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/805668383885538766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=805668383885538766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/805668383885538766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/805668383885538766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/11/kevins-birthday.html' title='Kevin&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjfoDKC54I/AAAAAAAAAXk/YRWvPKWGrYQ/s72-c/IMG_4068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1321915048261496091</id><published>2009-11-09T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:53:09.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more and more and more halloween</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy October. Here are some more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treating&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's Dad Greg, his stepmom LeeOra and Danniqa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUvmXEg3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3WEVX-Q89GM/s1600-h/IMG_4243.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUvmXEg3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3WEVX-Q89GM/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402301667247162226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev in a fun mask he found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUvZkycjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Vd_Y84yh7qI/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUvZkycjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Vd_Y84yh7qI/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402301663815037490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at a door getting the goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUuxrnh6I/AAAAAAAAASs/AGNJmLjaeNk/s1600-h/IMG_4229.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUuxrnh6I/AAAAAAAAASs/AGNJmLjaeNk/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402301653106263970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUuqHXxjI/AAAAAAAAASk/iRkLgbAiqek/s1600-h/IMG_4219.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUuqHXxjI/AAAAAAAAASk/iRkLgbAiqek/s320/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402301651075188274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla with her Dad Dave, he is the duck screen behind her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUuJ_ygoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_pihOkuug48/s1600-h/IMG_4218.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUuJ_ygoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_pihOkuug48/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402301642453451394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa's preschool parade. They wore their costumes and went tricker treating to all the parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTDntDp0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Diw_Tq8149c/s1600-h/IMG_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTDntDp0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Diw_Tq8149c/s320/IMG_4186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299812181944130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTDbvudUI/AAAAAAAAASM/TkM209AOGac/s1600-h/IMG_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTDbvudUI/AAAAAAAAASM/TkM209AOGac/s320/IMG_4188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299808971912514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTC3bPefI/AAAAAAAAASE/2leY9W5-Z9U/s1600-h/IMG_4185.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTC3bPefI/AAAAAAAAASE/2leY9W5-Z9U/s320/IMG_4185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299799222319602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTCNBvqKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8fipILfZiKw/s1600-h/IMG_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjTCNBvqKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8fipILfZiKw/s320/IMG_4184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299787841087650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A halloween party with Kevin's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRy9dRhzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/d7CJUAXfwWo/s1600-h/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRy9dRhzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/d7CJUAXfwWo/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402298426451920690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRylGnAJI/AAAAAAAAARs/FL4p5pAVk54/s1600-h/IMG_4176.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRylGnAJI/AAAAAAAAARs/FL4p5pAVk54/s320/IMG_4176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402298419914408082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRyKVdXpI/AAAAAAAAARk/moIAZ9pbMH4/s1600-h/IMG_4173.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRyKVdXpI/AAAAAAAAARk/moIAZ9pbMH4/s320/IMG_4173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402298412728934034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRxh7dBGI/AAAAAAAAARc/GjG2MhJa7fM/s1600-h/IMG_4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjRxh7dBGI/AAAAAAAAARc/GjG2MhJa7fM/s320/IMG_4171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402298401882440802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1321915048261496091?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1321915048261496091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1321915048261496091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1321915048261496091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1321915048261496091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-and-more-and-more-halloween.html' title='more and more and more halloween'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjUvmXEg3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3WEVX-Q89GM/s72-c/IMG_4243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4895392201095536531</id><published>2009-10-16T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:11:25.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect fall day for.....</title><content type='html'>the search for the GREAT PUMPKIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjZntmI8EI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JU7_NvlHGkc/s1600-h/IMG_3903.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjZntmI8EI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JU7_NvlHGkc/s320/IMG_3903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402307029308600386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a tractor at the front of the pumpkin patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjZVYW7v7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/eYbF-jaU9tA/s1600-h/IMG_3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjZVYW7v7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/eYbF-jaU9tA/s320/IMG_3909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402306714370031538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working to find the perfect pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjYgaP96KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qk4S6CBs-3o/s1600-h/IMG_3929.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjYgaP96KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qk4S6CBs-3o/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305804344617122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjYfxrTMcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/XHPJmFvFEVk/s1600-h/IMG_3918.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjYfxrTMcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/XHPJmFvFEVk/s320/IMG_3918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305793453404610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjYfbACf0I/AAAAAAAAATs/b6BbiHcJItA/s1600-h/IMG_3916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjYfbACf0I/AAAAAAAAATs/b6BbiHcJItA/s320/IMG_3916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402305787366375234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla found hers quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjXhrOpFCI/AAAAAAAAATk/pXz2NDncZgs/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjXhrOpFCI/AAAAAAAAATk/pXz2NDncZgs/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402304726570701858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjXg7_IwtI/AAAAAAAAATc/YLNUVCZ5mt4/s1600-h/IMG_3926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjXg7_IwtI/AAAAAAAAATc/YLNUVCZ5mt4/s320/IMG_3926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402304713889202898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa walked the WHOLE pumpkin patch but finally The perfect pumpkin has been found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjWy6YU1UI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Z8S0pZzpLA/s1600-h/IMG_3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjWy6YU1UI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Z8S0pZzpLA/s320/IMG_3933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303923183998274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjWyhc8mrI/AAAAAAAAATM/53sECZ1V5kM/s1600-h/IMG_3934.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjWyhc8mrI/AAAAAAAAATM/53sECZ1V5kM/s320/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303916492495538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjWyI4Ob4I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZfS_1aCYUbc/s1600-h/IMG_3935.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjWyI4Ob4I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZfS_1aCYUbc/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303909896023938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkins have been found and now we have to take them back to the front.... and we were clear at the back of the lot. So Kev got to haul not only the pumpkins but the girls back to the front &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS7H6oyOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/66eI85UnCZc/s1600-h/IMG_3947.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS7H6oyOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/66eI85UnCZc/s320/IMG_3947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393362835699452130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS6q4yWtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u0wJncSezsw/s1600-h/IMG_3946.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS6q4yWtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u0wJncSezsw/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393362827907062482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS51xyeII/AAAAAAAAAQg/A1F7_8kuYtQ/s1600-h/IMG_3940.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS51xyeII/AAAAAAAAAQg/A1F7_8kuYtQ/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393362813650630786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS5FCuW1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Rr3YZ8O-bpE/s1600-h/IMG_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StkS5FCuW1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Rr3YZ8O-bpE/s320/IMG_3938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393362800568326994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4895392201095536531?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4895392201095536531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4895392201095536531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4895392201095536531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4895392201095536531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-fall-day-for.html' title='A perfect fall day for.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SvjZntmI8EI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JU7_NvlHGkc/s72-c/IMG_3903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8017501121499588999</id><published>2009-10-13T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:13:46.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party at Aunt Debi's House!</title><content type='html'>the girls in their costumes. We had a lot of fun and Aunt Debi went to a lot of work. We are grateful for the fun time we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVByAnRqyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z-3EfFQGBgk/s1600-h/IMG_3680.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVByAnRqyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z-3EfFQGBgk/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288456260037410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider cheese balls on ritz and eyeball eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBjeZmkjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iFpbu-B87B0/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBjeZmkjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iFpbu-B87B0/s320/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288206557712946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBizv5RRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NecOgpLlbxY/s1600-h/IMG_3685.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBizv5RRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NecOgpLlbxY/s320/IMG_3685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288195108488466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBOQJoypI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ncSvOiasX_U/s1600-h/IMG_3717.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBOQJoypI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ncSvOiasX_U/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287841955400338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBN-N_RrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Y-hi7-phviU/s1600-h/IMG_3721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBN-N_RrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Y-hi7-phviU/s320/IMG_3721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287837141812914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBNdkzk2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/pQw7QQNqsl8/s1600-h/IMG_3714.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBNdkzk2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/pQw7QQNqsl8/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287828379145058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBM2drOhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k-gTEG4etzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVBM2drOhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k-gTEG4etzQ/s320/IMG_3700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287817880254994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAfD28HMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gCTiosYEewc/s1600-h/IMG_3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAfD28HMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gCTiosYEewc/s320/IMG_3697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287031201897666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAet6oqBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kkxpsdgVpcw/s1600-h/IMG_3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAet6oqBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kkxpsdgVpcw/s320/IMG_3706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287025311819794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAeGZoZTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/A3bw3VB2huc/s1600-h/IMG_3692.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAeGZoZTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/A3bw3VB2huc/s320/IMG_3692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287014704407858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAdtapcuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BFDRXbjSgwM/s1600-h/IMG_3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAdtapcuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BFDRXbjSgwM/s320/IMG_3689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287007997784802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAdHDqp4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/B21cCsaqOEc/s1600-h/IMG_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVAdHDqp4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/B21cCsaqOEc/s320/IMG_3755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286997700847490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mummy wrap competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_7OJWtQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lCuVHZ_uI88/s1600-h/IMG_3734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_7OJWtQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lCuVHZ_uI88/s320/IMG_3734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286415488201986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_6p1G8EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LGnbmVdCMvQ/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_6p1G8EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LGnbmVdCMvQ/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286405739606082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_n_dJFrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tqUvX-CqhIU/s1600-h/IMG_3724.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_n_dJFrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tqUvX-CqhIU/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286085127149234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_nSfwl1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AA_ZOrijhH0/s1600-h/IMG_3741.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_nSfwl1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AA_ZOrijhH0/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286073058531154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_mrzoBrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GW2VitlYiGU/s1600-h/IMG_3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_mrzoBrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GW2VitlYiGU/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286062672873138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_mEQyYXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VjWSJ7CzzC4/s1600-h/IMG_3761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_mEQyYXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VjWSJ7CzzC4/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286052057768306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_lvGbM7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/HVgbnn0S56U/s1600-h/IMG_3763.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU_lvGbM7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/HVgbnn0S56U/s320/IMG_3763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286046377161650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughnut eating contest. The doughnuts were on a string and they couldn't touch it with their hands and had to see who could eat it the faster. Danni didn't want to do it and Makayla doesn't like sugar so neither of the girls were willing to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-4FO0C9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/X7pCQmayZI8/s1600-h/IMG_3766.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-4FO0C9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/X7pCQmayZI8/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392285262043941842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-3rAMPrI/AAAAAAAAANw/81i2_RpPe9g/s1600-h/IMG_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-3rAMPrI/AAAAAAAAANw/81i2_RpPe9g/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392285255003291314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-28jOKnI/AAAAAAAAANo/sSnJzfjsg2c/s1600-h/IMG_3764.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-28jOKnI/AAAAAAAAANo/sSnJzfjsg2c/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392285242533751410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Mummies....Using a pretzel stick, marshmallows and fruit roll ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-Yr50TTI/AAAAAAAAANg/3RRIqtIGI6I/s1600-h/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-Yr50TTI/AAAAAAAAANg/3RRIqtIGI6I/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392284722669047090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-X3tvBOI/AAAAAAAAANY/773V0p4A_WU/s1600-h/IMG_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StU-X3tvBOI/AAAAAAAAANY/773V0p4A_WU/s320/IMG_3773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392284708659725538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8017501121499588999?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8017501121499588999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8017501121499588999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8017501121499588999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8017501121499588999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-party-at-aunt-debis-house.html' title='Halloween Party at Aunt Debi&apos;s House!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StVByAnRqyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z-3EfFQGBgk/s72-c/IMG_3680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8080564040875055130</id><published>2009-10-11T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:19:42.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog stalker</title><content type='html'>I am a blog stalker. As I was reading through all the blogs I follow of people who were once in my life....even just a little bit...I wondered how many of them actually know that I read about their lives. Many of them I found off this one friends blog or this other friends blog. I love reading them and finding out what is going on in others lives. I declared that I have a problem. I am a blog stalker.... and it isn't going to change :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8080564040875055130?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8080564040875055130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8080564040875055130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8080564040875055130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8080564040875055130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-stalker.html' title='Blog stalker'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1773940779206579419</id><published>2009-10-08T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:43:17.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Pumpkin Patch Field Trip</title><content type='html'>So today I went with Danniqa on her field trip for preschool to the pumpkin patch. It was Jamie (her mom), me, Olivia(Danni's little sister), and Christian(Danni's friend in the car. Danni decided today that she wants to be called Danniqa and not Danni. It is ok to call her Danni but she prefers Danniqa. Also Christian got in the car and he was like who is that....referring to me....and Jamie replied....Danni's other mommy. I was shocked...I guess that is basically what I am or will be. But that was the first time the phrase had been used, especially from Jamie. So it was fun. We had a great time. Danniqa was a hoot. So here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa and her little sister Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6inWIRIdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8uv0KIBjNRo/s1600-h/IMG_3620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6inWIRIdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8uv0KIBjNRo/s320/IMG_3620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424600847917522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa and her friend Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6ieuMEVZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xh5rdmiazmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6ieuMEVZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xh5rdmiazmQ/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424452687484306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa and Olivia walking up to the hay maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6iSk0oRqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FP9E7cS5slo/s1600-h/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6iSk0oRqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FP9E7cS5slo/s320/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424244014827170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6iLSwFa_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ojtNKgIO808/s1600-h/IMG_3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6iLSwFa_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ojtNKgIO808/s320/IMG_3627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424118904843250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa loved the hay maze. She was running around over and over again. Then she decided that she would play hide and seek with me. She would hide behind a hay bale and then I told her that I could see her and I would hear her giggle. Then she would dart over to the next hay bale. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hyP4jN_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oMarTLqEBrk/s1600-h/IMG_3628.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hyP4jN_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oMarTLqEBrk/s320/IMG_3628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423688638314482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hqA_iadI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wTNS-yxNyig/s1600-h/IMG_3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hqA_iadI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wTNS-yxNyig/s320/IMG_3634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423547202136530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hkFuVpWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iH5LxlFoTh0/s1600-h/IMG_3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hkFuVpWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iH5LxlFoTh0/s320/IMG_3638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423445392958818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hbki3MWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N32Pj54B29Q/s1600-h/IMG_3643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hbki3MWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N32Pj54B29Q/s320/IMG_3643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423299047502178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Teia told all the kids that they could have any pumpkin that they could pick up and carry to her cart. At first we went to the wrong field and ALL of the pumpkins were so big the kids couldn't pick them up. Then we found the right field and they all found their favorite pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hEEg1vkI/AAAAAAAAALw/gWVmEOQ3Ds8/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6hEEg1vkI/AAAAAAAAALw/gWVmEOQ3Ds8/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422895312092738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6g7vAJuYI/AAAAAAAAALo/mqaTYmP67J0/s1600-h/IMG_3648.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6g7vAJuYI/AAAAAAAAALo/mqaTYmP67J0/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422752098892162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pumpkin that Danniqa found for herself. It was the biggest possible one that she could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6gqEo_9dI/AAAAAAAAALg/a4sz7u_8TUc/s1600-h/IMG_3650.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6gqEo_9dI/AAAAAAAAALg/a4sz7u_8TUc/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422448669717970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6giY-Cz-I/AAAAAAAAALY/r3E-xgvSJP4/s1600-h/IMG_3651.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6giY-Cz-I/AAAAAAAAALY/r3E-xgvSJP4/s320/IMG_3651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422316687740898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Teia and Danniqa with her pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6gWa2yvpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Re70muY0Mhw/s1600-h/IMG_3655.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6gWa2yvpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Re70muY0Mhw/s320/IMG_3655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422111035768466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danniqa and her sister Olivia with their pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6gJFyt6bI/AAAAAAAAALI/jiKLplye8mQ/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6gJFyt6bI/AAAAAAAAALI/jiKLplye8mQ/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390421882043230642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of all the kids and Ms. Teia. She has a preschool class for the 3 yr olds and then the 4 yr olds. Danniqa went there last year as well. She is so cute with Ms. Teia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6fzusVa4I/AAAAAAAAALA/663CK_F1d8g/s1600-h/IMG_3658.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6fzusVa4I/AAAAAAAAALA/663CK_F1d8g/s320/IMG_3658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390421515065191298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6frXjhPPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A4Rm4sFq2o0/s1600-h/IMG_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6frXjhPPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A4Rm4sFq2o0/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390421371415248114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1773940779206579419?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1773940779206579419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1773940779206579419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1773940779206579419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1773940779206579419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/preschool-pumpkin-patch-field-trip.html' title='Preschool Pumpkin Patch Field Trip'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ss6inWIRIdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8uv0KIBjNRo/s72-c/IMG_3620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-989151585407958242</id><published>2009-10-07T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:40:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of play!</title><content type='html'>Off for a day of fun. Danni, Belle and Makayla in the back seat. Belle is a doll that my mom made for me when I was a kid. It is as big as Danni and I let her name it whatever she wanted. She takes it everywhere. And we have to seatbelt it in to the car so nothing happens to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszD9vDznzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/87MB7247oIE/s1600-h/IMG_3499.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszD9vDznzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/87MB7247oIE/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389898319427510066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been able to spend much time with Makayla as of late. School as been busy and she is in a lot of activities. So we were excited when she had school off and so we took the day to go play. We went to the Dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving point and to go see the witches at Thanksgiving Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszD3PDHnXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bo7w0y60lnY/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszD3PDHnXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bo7w0y60lnY/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389898207755476338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDwhek8yI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y3Lenb5c3MY/s1600-h/IMG_3502.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDwhek8yI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y3Lenb5c3MY/s320/IMG_3502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389898092443398946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDqhrmRwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xpCXWD91ieI/s1600-h/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDqhrmRwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xpCXWD91ieI/s320/IMG_3506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897989418796802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla was so cute she really did want to read and look at every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDgDzxVjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/69X8WXtWAAQ/s1600-h/IMG_3508.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDgDzxVjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/69X8WXtWAAQ/s320/IMG_3508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897809601320498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danni making her very own Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDVmXN9_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ESRj5yHyrhQ/s1600-h/IMG_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDVmXN9_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ESRj5yHyrhQ/s320/IMG_3521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897629898242034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDIZFpnbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eQ7facqbsJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3526.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszDIZFpnbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eQ7facqbsJ8/s320/IMG_3526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897402996596146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to get a picture of all four of us. You can see how well that turned out. I was really glad that Kevin and I were both there because Makayla wanted to read everything and Danni wanted to run ahead and see everything. So Kevin stayed back and read with Makayla and Danni and I went and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszCq_EMf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1VsgnPZFLZE/s1600-h/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszCq_EMf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1VsgnPZFLZE/s320/IMG_3527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389896897794965362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszCflHMNFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/deqruP5WG5o/s1600-h/IMG_3528.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszCflHMNFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/deqruP5WG5o/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389896701849646162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danni dug in the sand for a long time. She had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszBBYrmq3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/IZ5jjIPhlH0/s1600-h/IMG_3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszBBYrmq3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/IZ5jjIPhlH0/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389895083605011314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla digging in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy_rQFEi6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yq7NtZTvB7k/s1600-h/IMG_3544.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy_rQFEi6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yq7NtZTvB7k/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389893603827157922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy_diux85I/AAAAAAAAAJY/KdLP077XX6U/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy_diux85I/AAAAAAAAAJY/KdLP077XX6U/s320/IMG_3572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389893368315769746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy_P9wPfEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VZ3i_NpvLYo/s1600-h/IMG_3578.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy_P9wPfEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VZ3i_NpvLYo/s320/IMG_3578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389893135051488322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls loved all of the activities but I think their favorite was digging for dinosaur bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy-kQnFxSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ciEjFj3dQfA/s1600-h/IMG_3585.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy-kQnFxSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ciEjFj3dQfA/s320/IMG_3585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389892384199132450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy-WE_RdaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/psdBSZnI_4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3588.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy-WE_RdaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/psdBSZnI_4Q/s320/IMG_3588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389892140561167778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy-Hz6lK_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/5LspJyD2fpg/s1600-h/IMG_3603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy-Hz6lK_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/5LspJyD2fpg/s320/IMG_3603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891895459916786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first witch we saw at gardner village. Makayla and Danniqa kept laughing over this one. They keep wanting to go back to see the witches again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy9rs7-dmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mvxf95dqgSE/s1600-h/IMG_3611.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy9rs7-dmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mvxf95dqgSE/s320/IMG_3611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891412550383202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Danni's favorite witch. She wanted to keep going back to see it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy9auAKXFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WOcCn-qlpac/s1600-h/IMG_3614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy9auAKXFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WOcCn-qlpac/s320/IMG_3614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891120778599506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy9L9wDENI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YEp9uzqm0hA/s1600-h/IMG_3615.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy9L9wDENI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YEp9uzqm0hA/s320/IMG_3615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389890867307942098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy8-iXeo7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CQlscW8lizE/s1600-h/IMG_3617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy8-iXeo7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CQlscW8lizE/s320/IMG_3617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389890636618834866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy8yt2jg5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vmnzS5PEG-8/s1600-h/IMG_3618.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssy8yt2jg5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vmnzS5PEG-8/s320/IMG_3618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389890433543537554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-989151585407958242?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/989151585407958242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=989151585407958242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/989151585407958242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/989151585407958242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinosaur-museum-and-witches-cont.html' title='A day of play!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SszD9vDznzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/87MB7247oIE/s72-c/IMG_3499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8985123599762245986</id><published>2009-10-04T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:37:13.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Name change</title><content type='html'>My good friend suggested that I change the name of my blog since I am no longer dating. Until we are officially married (yea we are just pretending) I don't want to change the address....however the name has changed. It is now Defining our lives..... cause that is definitely what we are trying to do. Some days go easy and there isn't any real defining and other days we are trying to figure out how to make things work. All in a days fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8985123599762245986?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8985123599762245986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8985123599762245986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8985123599762245986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8985123599762245986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-name-change.html' title='Blog Name change'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2552538980720398201</id><published>2009-10-03T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:41:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd6tHrCYSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Nj7QZyRYZBI/s1600-h/IMG_3177.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd6tHrCYSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Nj7QZyRYZBI/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388410394744348962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd6MH3Cg1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ejsiqJEGvkM/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd6MH3Cg1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ejsiqJEGvkM/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388409827859006290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we went to Hawaii. My friend Rissa was having a bad day and so Kevin offered her one of his buddy passes (He works for Skywest airlines so we get to fly on Delta and United and have buddy passes for both). Riss has had a goal to go to all 50 states before she turns 30. Earlier in the year Riss and I went to Oregon and Washington and then she went to Alaska earlier this summer. So the only state left was Hawaii. So when  Kevin offered her the buddy pass she was headed to Hawaii. When Kev heard she was going there he looked at me and said "you want to go to don't you?" I replied.... of course. So then Kevin decided if I was going he wanted to go. So then Julie got to come so that Larissa wasn't a third wheel. We had a great time and saw a ton of stuff. We were on Oahu. We had tons of fun until......we couldn't get out of the Honolulu airport. For those of you who don't know if you are flying on buddy passes you are standby. Well the stand by list was over a hundred people. We were suppose to fly out Monday night. We didn't make it on any flights so we went and got a hotel. Then we were back there Tuesday morning. Tried to get on all the flights that day and didn't make it on any. So we slept in the airport that night. Then the next morning we took a flight over to Maui and got on a flight out of Maui wednesday afternoon to San Fransico. Then we spent the night in teh San Fransico airport, which was FREEZING cold, Then Thursday morning we got on a flight to SLC. So I went to 4 airports without going outside to get home. But it was a great trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd80DZTsQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mdaBaxa0e-0/s1600-h/IMG_3057.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd80DZTsQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mdaBaxa0e-0/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388412712878584066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Head... the start of the hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd9D_5HShI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7uR1KGFBBcw/s1600-h/IMG_3077.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd9D_5HShI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7uR1KGFBBcw/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388412986816154130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us at the Top of Diamond Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd8N2Nr0zI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KwkdJsDs4Sw/s1600-h/IMG_2977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd8N2Nr0zI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KwkdJsDs4Sw/s320/IMG_2977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388412056505144114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a cool area... Riss walking out to the old sugar mill. Loved the Big trees there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd72LQSqiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gTA8k-bepng/s1600-h/IMG_2957.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd72LQSqiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gTA8k-bepng/s320/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388411649836362274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinaman Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd7kY2YkmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-T18R-jit6M/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd7kY2YkmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-T18R-jit6M/s320/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388411344248148578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd7Wz_MkLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bu9l-jyiVxk/s1600-h/IMG_2920.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd7Wz_MkLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bu9l-jyiVxk/s320/IMG_2920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388411111014699186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains were amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd7DcqFbJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_or_5ZJnank/s1600-h/IMG_2902.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd7DcqFbJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_or_5ZJnank/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388410778334620818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikiki beach....we jsut got there dropped our stuff at the hotel and headed to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd91BVz_mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/s-URsx7PDVk/s1600-h/IMG_3300.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd91BVz_mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/s-URsx7PDVk/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388413829018549858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Riss went Snorkelling in Haunama Bay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-2552538980720398201?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2552538980720398201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=2552538980720398201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2552538980720398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2552538980720398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Ssd6tHrCYSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Nj7QZyRYZBI/s72-c/IMG_3177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5256437024675599291</id><published>2009-08-12T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:26:15.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life changes</title><content type='html'>So I was just reading a comment on here from a dear friend who moved away. She commented that she thought this blog was going to be all about funny dating stories. And that is how it started out..... but in dating I met a wonderful man. So know it is just about our lives. So this last weekend Kevin's sister got married. I help with decorations and stuff at the reception and the clean up. After all of this I think I just want to elope. I know his sister enjoyed her day and I know if I did all of that I would to. But I don't think I want to make everyone else work that hard. We still don't know when we are getting married. Waiting on clearance to set a date. The paperwork is with the Bishop at this point, we have done what we can and we will just keep prodding or asking him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's girls are out of town this week. They are up camping with their mom and her family. So Kevin and I went and saw a movie and went to dinner last night. It was really fun. Most evenings that he has off from work we have the girls for a while at least or they spend the night. They are adorable and fun. We just had some pictures taken so as soon as I get them I will post them for all to see what my cute little family is going to look like when I get married. Which reminds me... as we were driving to Kev's sister's wedding we were talking about that we wouldn't have to do this stuff again for awhile. And Danni (4 years old) says yea until WE get married right? Kev was like well until Megan and I get married. I told Danni she was right. Until WE get married cause all of us are going to be a family. Then Kaylee (7) says all of us in this car are going to be a family right? I agreed. Kids.... I love having them and doing things with them. However, I definitely didn't realize how TIRED I can be at the end of the day. Go Moms! You are all amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5256437024675599291?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5256437024675599291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5256437024675599291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5256437024675599291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5256437024675599291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-changes.html' title='Life changes'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6620001915309485060</id><published>2009-07-29T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:39:48.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rental</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely loved the house that I have rented the last year. Zach and Meredith lived there for a couple of years before me and it is just fun. However, Kevin and his girls both live in Woods Cross. So it was time to make a move. So I am moving to Bountiful. When Kev and I get married he will move in with me and we will be about 7 minutes away from his girls. I am really excited and it is super cute. Here is a picture of my new abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SnCI5yQoQJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/imcRLrT-znw/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SnCI5yQoQJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/imcRLrT-znw/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363937682523701394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6620001915309485060?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6620001915309485060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6620001915309485060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6620001915309485060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6620001915309485060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-rental.html' title='New Rental'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SnCI5yQoQJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/imcRLrT-znw/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4979349960619707472</id><published>2009-07-14T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:03:49.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHOO!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know.... I got engaged!!! I was in Canada with Kevin and his family and he asked me to marry him! I am a little excited. Now the wedding plans have begun. We haven't set a date yet and I don't have my ring yet.. but here is a picture of the ring I am getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SlysLx7C_jI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IXf66flhYtI/s1600-h/008745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SlysLx7C_jI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IXf66flhYtI/s320/008745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358346975043583538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colors are going to be red, brown and white.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited.... If you didn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4979349960619707472?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4979349960619707472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4979349960619707472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4979349960619707472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4979349960619707472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/wahoo.html' title='WAHOO!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SlysLx7C_jI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IXf66flhYtI/s72-c/008745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7024275954783504582</id><published>2009-06-19T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:40:27.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxn0xHXU7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/naQ1VQqfjrY/s1600-h/IMG_0945.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxn0xHXU7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/naQ1VQqfjrY/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349264613644391346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Erin and her Aunt the four of us went to the Dominican Republic for a week. It was so much fun and very relaxing. Erin and Kristie left 12 hours before Julie and I and we got there a few minutes before them. It was acutally a great trip. We got to visit some things and mostly I laid by the beach, the pool and read in my room. I loved the relaxing it was definitely needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxnjxVHOcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FILApga4-Oo/s1600-h/IMG_0866.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxnjxVHOcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FILApga4-Oo/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349264321644280258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxnVt6-KUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pj-dLy4HuzM/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxnVt6-KUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pj-dLy4HuzM/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349264080211159362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxm_GaYx9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/40pBBkube-0/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxm_GaYx9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/40pBBkube-0/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349263691648387026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxmwweJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jjjrjlh7ey0/s1600-h/DSC00587.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxmwweJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jjjrjlh7ey0/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349263445240443522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxmgCMB0wI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8ylzPJ4q27Y/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxmgCMB0wI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8ylzPJ4q27Y/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349263157938475778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our Balcony.... it was great to just sit out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxmIbRnxvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9jJJ_NS6Dgg/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxmIbRnxvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9jJJ_NS6Dgg/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349262752355960562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the scenery that we saw... there of course was a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxl2pSiE5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hzTT7k04vvA/s1600-h/DSC00550.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxl2pSiE5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hzTT7k04vvA/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349262446880232338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxlmCRmppI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8MWmMnjHKEY/s1600-h/DSC00547.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxlmCRmppI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8MWmMnjHKEY/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349262161529448082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxlWUdBPsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G09c13MOp7A/s1600-h/IMG_1116.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxlWUdBPsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G09c13MOp7A/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349261891531259586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxlFaI684I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OV3ZZU7eMTo/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxlFaI684I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OV3ZZU7eMTo/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349261600999797634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxkzdwz-VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UKJOlJb50Z0/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxkzdwz-VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UKJOlJb50Z0/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349261292734773586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7024275954783504582?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7024275954783504582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7024275954783504582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7024275954783504582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7024275954783504582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/dr.html' title='The DR'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxn0xHXU7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/naQ1VQqfjrY/s72-c/IMG_0945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-557273544819398959</id><published>2009-06-19T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:17:14.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danni day</title><content type='html'>Danniqa turned 4 years old on June 5th. It was a great day. We started out with breakfast. Kevin had asked Danni if she wanted to go to breakfast with him on her birthday and she said yes.... then asked "And Megan?" and so I got to go as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiN7juGeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dd7AxzCeSqM/s1600-h/IMG_0829.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiN7juGeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dd7AxzCeSqM/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349258448874641890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiE-woqAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lwbrK1jDdiI/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiE-woqAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lwbrK1jDdiI/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349258295115294722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxh8Jyu0KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iVei3sgROoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0833.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxh8Jyu0KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iVei3sgROoQ/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349258143458054306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Zoo with my nephews, sister-in-laws and Vicki. It was a ton of fun. It rained but we saw lots of great animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxhvGrWejI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nPZvAoJLKWY/s1600-h/IMG_0838.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxhvGrWejI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nPZvAoJLKWY/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349257919283493426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxhlhtRVGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PNNWk_7Fp58/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxhlhtRVGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PNNWk_7Fp58/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349257754740610146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxheHNBI1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dqGTg0YypAk/s1600-h/IMG_0839.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxheHNBI1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dqGTg0YypAk/s320/IMG_0839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349257627366925138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxhA1OcIuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fDxEiUaSTV0/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxhA1OcIuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fDxEiUaSTV0/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349257124324844258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxgng5mJTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yyGFw_kXyyE/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxgng5mJTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yyGFw_kXyyE/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256689371981106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danni's Mom made Danni a beach cake... that is what Danni asked for this cake, it was really cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxgY01FwnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fk1Jk7eivBc/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxgY01FwnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fk1Jk7eivBc/s320/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256437023752818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Danni had lots of friends and family over and got lots of new toys which she was excited about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiuI-FvvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5rCZ1SSiFPY/s1600-h/IMG_0892.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiuI-FvvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5rCZ1SSiFPY/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259002230718194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-557273544819398959?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/557273544819398959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=557273544819398959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/557273544819398959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/557273544819398959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/danni-day.html' title='Danni day'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxiN7juGeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dd7AxzCeSqM/s72-c/IMG_0829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8086314001862285244</id><published>2009-06-19T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:05:37.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxe3davGMI/AAAAAAAAADI/z3RxEuY56Uk/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxe3davGMI/AAAAAAAAADI/z3RxEuY56Uk/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254764291889346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin and I took Danni to Lagoon today. Makayla was also there with her dad Dave, and we ran into some of their friends. We all have season passes which makes it easy to run up. Also it makes it nice when we are there because we don't feel like we have to do EVERYTHING. But here are some cute pics from our fun day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxdxJGHWhI/AAAAAAAAADA/1ilQ7g-PBMI/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxdxJGHWhI/AAAAAAAAADA/1ilQ7g-PBMI/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349253556245846546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxfMpIw3gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ku_NebU2Fns/s1600-h/IMG_0964.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxfMpIw3gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ku_NebU2Fns/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255128214986242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxfYbPW2tI/AAAAAAAAADY/GZotJXaiiH0/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxfYbPW2tI/AAAAAAAAADY/GZotJXaiiH0/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255330642975442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxfjtfDr6I/AAAAAAAAADg/bPcLYo9pm1s/s1600-h/IMG_0971.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/_FqfWagI_AiI/SjxfjtfDr6I/AAAAAAAAADg/bPcLYo9pm1s/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255524519227298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin being a dork.....but so much fun.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxf0oS5M4I/AAAAAAAAADo/qSz2N5GP4KE/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxf0oS5M4I/AAAAAAAAADo/qSz2N5GP4KE/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255815183807362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxf_8UZqVI/AAAAAAAAADw/jDXvqWslncQ/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxf_8UZqVI/AAAAAAAAADw/jDXvqWslncQ/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256009537399122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8086314001862285244?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8086314001862285244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8086314001862285244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8086314001862285244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8086314001862285244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-lagoon.html' title='A day at Lagoon'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sjxe3davGMI/AAAAAAAAADI/z3RxEuY56Uk/s72-c/IMG_0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6524642571271740721</id><published>2009-06-15T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:18:17.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me!</title><content type='html'>So things are going well in my life. I am usually with Kevin and kids and no one else really sees me. However, I am realizing that I am not very creative when it comes to dinner. So may dear friends and readers I am soliciting your assistance. What are some good dinner ideas and some things that a 4 year old will eat. Cause some ideas that I think are great she won't touch. Any help would be appreciated! Love you all. Oh and Kevin is still treating me like a princess and I LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6524642571271740721?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6524642571271740721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6524642571271740721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6524642571271740721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6524642571271740721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me.html' title='Help me!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-6133393902394765398</id><published>2009-05-21T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:30:30.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Month</title><content type='html'>It has been a very busy month for me. And definitely very fun. I went to Vegas for a weekend was home for a week and then went to the Dominican Republic with my roommates for a week. Just got back late Tuesday night. So I will soon.... after playing catch up..... Get some pictures of my trips on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-6133393902394765398?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6133393902394765398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=6133393902394765398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6133393902394765398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/6133393902394765398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-month.html' title='Busy Month'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2360187123289650889</id><published>2009-04-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:41:08.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin</title><content type='html'>So Kevin is the boy in my life. He is so good to me and makes me smile. He was gone for a week and I honestly didn't think I was going to miss him, or at least not much while he was gone... ahhh.... I was wrong!! I missed him like CRAZY, and luckily he is home now! I got to see him and spend most of the day with him yesterday. And I even told him that I think I am falling in love with him. He got a big cute goofy grin on his face and said he thought he was too. Then he told me he is the luckiest guy in the world and the I am the greatest girl in the world. Then he giggled a little and said... "you just said the l word." He knows this is huge... as it is... because he has seen me FREAK out... and not to long ago at that. But all in all I would have to say that things are going well and that I really am liking this boy..... a lot.....&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/553261243408318737-2360187123289650889?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2360187123289650889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=2360187123289650889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2360187123289650889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2360187123289650889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/kevin.html' title='Kevin'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-588350903833344930</id><published>2009-04-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:37:43.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend my roommate Julie and I flew to San Francisco for the day. Yes just the day. Kevin, my boyfriend, works for Skywest and was able to get us some buddy passes. When Julie broke up with her boyfriend Kevin asked her if she wanted to go on a trip with me to make it all better. Of Course she and I both said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin was gone for a week in Disneyland, though I had been invited I couldn't quite fannagel it. So we went to San Francisco instead... great pictures done by Julie on facebook. We left the airport in SLC at noon and were in SF by 1pm. We rode the bus from the airport to downtown. Then walked a few blocks and jumped on a trolley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop of course was Lombard street. For those of you who do not know what lombard street is... it is the crookedest road in the world I believe. Anyway Julie couldn't stop giggling she thought it was the funniest little road. Julie had never been to SF before. Then because it was all downhill to fisherman's wharf we walked. We ate a scrumptious lunch and walked all around. We saw the sea lions on Pier 39... one was mean and was pushing the others off. Then we walked all the way out to this point which had an amazing view of the Golden Gate bridge and Alcatraz. It was a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked up to Fort Mason and sat in the park while Julie looked at cute guys playing sports. Then we went over to Ghiradelli Square and SMELLED the chocolate... it was delicious! Then we walked back down to Fisherman's Wharf. Then caught a cable car back up to the bus stop and got a bus back to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it on to the flight home... because of course when you are flying standby there is always the chance you won't make the flight. But we did. So we are sitting on the plane and they go to turn it on and all the power goes off. This happens several times and then the pilot gets on and states.... "The power keeps going out and so we have a mechanic coming over to look at it" Julie and I think we are hilarious at this point and decide that they just need to bring another plane over with jumper cables. The people around us didn't think we were funny as it continued to get warmer and warmer in the plane without any power. But alas the mechanics fixed whatever the problem was and we did not crash with a power outage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on a plan right before 9pm and we were home around 11pm that night. It was a great little day trip. Thanks to sweet Kevin and his buddy passes. Thanks Julie it was a great day that I will not forget.....especially that building with 60 stories. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-588350903833344930?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/588350903833344930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=588350903833344930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/588350903833344930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/588350903833344930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/san-fransisco.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4541557705373286235</id><published>2009-04-10T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:31:49.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker I am!</title><content type='html'>I know I know, I have not been good about blogging. There has been a lot of stuff happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and Jennie had there 3rd little man to see pictures here is their blog http://fife-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/chase-at-20-days-old.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad &amp; Vicki got married in February and we got some pictures. Sausha already  blogged about it so here is their blog http://jacksaushac.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage-marriage-is-what-brings-us.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach &amp; Meredith moved a couple of houses down from me and I LOVE it! I don't see them really any more but it is nice to know they are close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair off. For those of you who know me I ususally cut my hair off during stressful times in my life. My family made sure that when mom passed away and I got divorced that I didn't cut my hair. So a year and some later I finally choose to cut my hair. My friend Leah is a rockstar and did a great job. here are some pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9ykbxLRWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aFriVzz-v2s/s1600-h/0328090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9ykbxLRWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aFriVzz-v2s/s320/0328090001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099254830089570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9ytAKkdrI/AAAAAAAAACE/0hpEZxw4WrQ/s1600-h/0328090002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9ytAKkdrI/AAAAAAAAACE/0hpEZxw4WrQ/s320/0328090002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099402039228082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9y1mQEMJI/AAAAAAAAACM/xwX3w4LsT2c/s1600-h/0328090003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9y1mQEMJI/AAAAAAAAACM/xwX3w4LsT2c/s320/0328090003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099549701779602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 2 months since I went on my first date with Kevin. Things are still going well nad I am having a good time. We are even doing Easter stuff with each other's families. Kevin is a sweetheart and is so sweet to me. So that is good. I don't know what else to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to work out at the gym. I haven't lost tons and tons of weight but we measured the other day and I have lost 3 inches on my hips! YEAH! I was a little excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall life is good. I will try and be a little better about blogging for all of you. Unfortunately I haven't had many really awkward moments lately :) but I will work on it so that I can entertain you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4541557705373286235?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4541557705373286235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4541557705373286235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4541557705373286235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4541557705373286235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/slacker-i-am.html' title='Slacker I am!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/Sd9ykbxLRWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aFriVzz-v2s/s72-c/0328090001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7235468600340646006</id><published>2009-03-12T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:19:13.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkZxfouIiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/US02mOr4DPM/s1600-h/0226090019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkZxfouIiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/US02mOr4DPM/s320/0226090019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312305573556789794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know that I haven't written in a little while but it is partly because I wasn't sure what to say. Kevin and I are still going out on dates. :) So we see a each other a couple days a week. So I guess technically I would have to say I have a boyfriend.... ahhh! That is pretty crazy. I am going to meet his all of his friends this weekend, which is a little intimidating. The crazy part is he is a VERY sweet guy. I think the reason I was having such a hard time before is I couldn't trust that he was really nice. However, he is not just nice and sweet to me but to everyone else around us. So I am committed to NOT analyzing every little thing and just having a good time. Which is sometimes hard for me but I am having more fun cause I am just relaxing. But it kind of freaks me out a little. So for now I am just enjoying my time.Oh yea he took me to the Rascal Flatts concert. He had purchased tickets up in the upper bowl but there was a curtain there and so they moved us down to the 4th row. We had the best seats and had a ton of fun. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkZdlXaGxI/AAAAAAAAABs/9UxhsiC9HeA/s1600-h/0221090002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkZdlXaGxI/AAAAAAAAABs/9UxhsiC9HeA/s320/0221090002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312305231497403154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7235468600340646006?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7235468600340646006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7235468600340646006' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7235468600340646006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7235468600340646006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkZxfouIiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/US02mOr4DPM/s72-c/0226090019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3071623970708012444</id><published>2009-03-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:05:13.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkWhLBlHJI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-rSKFnOMgQ/s1600-h/0310090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkWhLBlHJI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-rSKFnOMgQ/s320/0310090001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312301994611121298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at work this week and had been down at a meeting in American Fork. As I was leaving and got in my car something didn't feel quite right. However, I drove back up to SLC and didn't think anything about it until later, when my supervisor said something. What she said was "do you realize your britches are torn?" Of course I said no and then stuck my hand on the back of my pants and felt a HUGE rip. Oh the joys of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3071623970708012444?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3071623970708012444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3071623970708012444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3071623970708012444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3071623970708012444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/ripped-pants.html' title='Ripped pants'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SbkWhLBlHJI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-rSKFnOMgQ/s72-c/0310090001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3192877710786953179</id><published>2009-02-23T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:37:33.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>So I have gone out with him 2 more times. His name is Kevin. Who knows..... I am confused. And I have a guy who is living in Oregon who wants to date me and is a sweetheart. Oh the joys of the confusing world of being single. Somebody help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3192877710786953179?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3192877710786953179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3192877710786953179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3192877710786953179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3192877710786953179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5998151705786029296</id><published>2009-02-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:46:38.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eharmony</title><content type='html'>So I signed up for Eharmony and had my first date from it last week. Sorry I didn't blog sooner but I went on vacation. So he was a super sweet guy. In our emails before hand he had asked a lot of my favorites. So he showed up at the door with gerber daisies....my favorite flowers. He opened all the doors for me and led me in the rooms etc. He was a perfect gentleman. It was really great. But I am not sure what I think... so I don't know whether I should go out with him again or not. I haven't decided. So we went out to dinner and then a movie, he took me to Bride Wars, definitely trying to win points. Then as we were leaving the movie he rubbed his eye and lost his contact. He found it for a second and then lost it again. It wasn't even like I could really assist him in looking for it because it fell into his lap. AWKWARD! so then he couldn't really see and was trying to drive. So I told him I would run him home so he could get his glasses and then he could drive me home. He finally agreed cause he couldn't see. So I ended up driving him home to Bountiful and then he drove me back. So it was kind of humorous. He wanted to kiss me at least I think so, but I wasn't there so he kissed me on the forehead. He was a super nice guy and I had a good time but I don't know that I feel it. So I also have to retract what I have told to a lot of people. I have said that if a guy wants to kiss me I am going to kiss him. That didn't happen. So I guess I will kiss a guy sometimes but not all the time... who knows. Oh the joys... nice guy, great date, not really sure. So I think I am done.... dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5998151705786029296?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5998151705786029296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5998151705786029296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5998151705786029296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5998151705786029296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/02/eharmony.html' title='Eharmony'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2128453863088483870</id><published>2009-02-02T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:17:49.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can guys and girls be just friends?</title><content type='html'>The debate for the day entails whether guys and girls can be just friends. One friend argues yes but you have to go through the awkward figuring out phase. Another, says YES, I have tons of friends. I say, if you know you don't have a chance then you can just be friends.... not to say that I don't have some guy friends that I know there is no chance that I am not completely attracted to. There are several guy friends that I am just friends with and we talk about who they are interested in but I would still TOTALLY make out with them if they wanted to. :) So what do you think.... can guys and girls be just friends, or are they attracted to each other in some way with the hopes that something more can be there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-2128453863088483870?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2128453863088483870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=2128453863088483870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2128453863088483870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2128453863088483870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-guys-and-girls-be-just-friends.html' title='Can guys and girls be just friends?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1240118315212511522</id><published>2009-01-26T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:03:43.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym, eating... ugh</title><content type='html'>So I have been making some new friends at church and we had a stake FHE tonight. I had spent 2.5 hours at the gym today at different times and was determined that I was not going to ruin this hard work with eating the delightful treats. So I was sitting by one of my new friends and the activity was "singled out" to get a date or something. One of the questions was are you a junk food junkie or a health food addict. He said he thought I was a health food addict. I was quite surprised and some what delighted. I had to then explain that NO this was a new thing me not pigging out on the deserets, but that I was definitely trying. My personal trainer is kicking my butt each and every time. I tell him almost every time that I hate him and he reminds me that I will love him in June. And seriously how many cute boys that I know do I need to run into at the gym when I am all red, sweaty and gross! Come on.... I guess maybe I need to look at going at a different time. But could I look any grosser. Oh well. I love having to smile and wave as I can barely breathe and my trainer is telling me to keep moving. Oh the joys of working on getting in shape. Someday I will be there and then I won't care about the awkward moments at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1240118315212511522?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1240118315212511522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1240118315212511522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1240118315212511522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1240118315212511522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/01/gym-eating-ugh.html' title='Gym, eating... ugh'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3269804496249866306</id><published>2009-01-26T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:32:43.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadman</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have not heard my Dad is getting married! I am really excited for him. Vicki is an amazing woman who I already love. They are getting married Feb 21st in the Timpanogos Temple. My dad is selling his house, which is a little hard and they will be living in Alpine... which is closer to me so that makes me happy. Overall I am really excited. Sometimes it is a little hard because the reason my dad can get married is because my mom is gone. But I love Vicki and am grateful for her and the part she is, and is going to play in my life and especially my dad's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.... I am still awkward. Especially when it comes to boys. And there is sooo much drama always involved with the male species. As I talk to friends in my ward and other singles it just is a complicated mess most of the time. When do you let someone know that you could possible or are interested in them. Do you get to be friends first and then go for being interested? But once you are a friend do you get stuck into the friend zone and possible never be able to make the transition. So many problems and complications. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be better to still have arranged marriages, but then I think... No thank you! So I continue to plug along try and figure out how to interact with the male species... to be friends or put the flirt on. And even when the flirt is on.... am I already in the friend zone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3269804496249866306?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3269804496249866306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3269804496249866306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3269804496249866306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3269804496249866306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/01/dadman.html' title='Dadman'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4719496841012660616</id><published>2009-01-22T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:59:49.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>After many talks with friends and my great therapist who I love it has now been confirmed. I have been creating chaos in my own life because I don't know how to deal with peace, quiet and stability. Is there anyone else out there like this. SO I get involve3d with dumb boys, take on to much and go a little crazy. So while I was talking to my therapist yesterday she wanted to know how I have been creating chaos. So she said list all of the things that you need to get done or that you should be doing. I started rattling them all off. Here is what she wrote down on the list that I was suppose to do in the next 2-3 days..... and then she made me stop talking because she was getting overwhelmed with my list. &lt;br /&gt;1. Teens board - enroll teens in the training&lt;br /&gt;2. Institute Choir with roommate&lt;br /&gt;3. ARTEC - talk to the Bishop&lt;br /&gt;4. Ward activity - non member &lt;br /&gt;5. Friends - making contact with friends that I haven't talked to in a while&lt;br /&gt;6. Work- crisis occurring, procrastinated stuff have a lot to do&lt;br /&gt;7. Thesis&lt;br /&gt;8. Guy from facebook&lt;br /&gt;9. Guy friends&lt;br /&gt;10. Dad&lt;br /&gt;11. Life Coaching&lt;br /&gt;12. gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point she told me to stop. Though there were more things to go on the list. But hey what do you do. This is what I do. I take on to much, don't say no, try and do it all.... so that when I can't accomplish it I can once again say... see ... no good. But things are changing. I crossed things off my list, moved things up a couple of weeks and just started taking charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends, if I tell you no for something... don't be offended. Know that I love you, but that I get to take some time for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-4719496841012660616?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4719496841012660616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4719496841012660616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4719496841012660616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4719496841012660616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/01/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2475957568367608045</id><published>2009-01-21T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:16:58.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Enemy</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have the epiphany that you are your own worst enemy. I definitely am my own worst enemy. I procrastinate REALLY bad at many things that I need to do. I am indecisive when it comes to personal decisions. I sometimes make decisions that I know are wrong and then kick myself for it. I am really the hardest on myself more then anyone else could ever be and I tend not to forgive myself. I also self sabotage, when I start seeing some success sometimes I just quit. What the heck is that about? The crazy part is I am great at work and accomplish everything I need to and don't sabotage there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am taking action. I have made decisions that I have been procrastinating and I am sticking to them. I have taken action! I am NOT going to sabotage myself! I will stand strong! I know this sounds lame but I get to write it down and reiterate that I am a strong, capable woman and I can accomplish the things I choose to do in my personal life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-2475957568367608045?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2475957568367608045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=2475957568367608045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2475957568367608045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2475957568367608045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-enemy.html' title='Worst Enemy'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8120695696877317776</id><published>2008-12-31T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:01:59.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>So I shared this story with a friend and she said that is was totally blog worthy and I needed to put it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday I ran to the Murray library during lunch to pick up a book or two to read over the weekend. I was walking around for a while and as I was getting ready to leave a gentleman at a table asked in halting English if I could help him for a moment. I answered yes, of course. He said that he needed to practice his pronouncation of words and good I tell him if they were right or not. So of course I did. I ended up sitting with him for about a half hour, and we ended up talking about different things. He is from Brazil and has been in Utah for a few months, and is going to school daily to improve his English. I told him it was nice to meet him and that I needed to head back to work. His name is Wilton. When I told him I needed to go he told me that he is at the library most days and that I should come back and see him. I smiled and headed to check out my books. As I got in my car and put it into reverse I noticed that he had come outside and was walking toward me. So I rolled down my window and he asked me if "I like movie". I told him yes I like movies and he asked me if I would go and see one with him. I told him I was busy this weekend but we exchanged numbers and we are going to go see a movie next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can officially say that I have now been picked up at the library :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8120695696877317776?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8120695696877317776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8120695696877317776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8120695696877317776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8120695696877317776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/12/library.html' title='Library'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7434521315807220679</id><published>2008-12-29T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:57:03.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Boys, Boys</title><content type='html'>So I have to admit I really like Boys. I don't even have a particular TYPE that I like more then others. I just enjoy flirting and being around them. Though there are definitely some that make me drool when I see them. So I am talking to 3 different guys right now that I have met online. They are all really nice and I like for different reasons. Well the funny part is that at some moments in time I am having 3 different conversations with all of them, through IM or text messaging. And I have to keep straight what I have told how and what they have told me. It can be a little confusing at times. However, highly enjoyable and a great distraction! It has been interesting as I am talking to more men who are in the late 30s and have several children the reasons that their marriages have failed. Some had been married for 13 -14 years and then the wife cheats, or gets into drugs. I know there are a lot of guys doing the same stuff but it just makes me sad how families are being torn apart. For now I haven't met any of these three face to face... but working on that. But it is just FUN to flirt at times. Though being single as a whole is not the best... Guys can be fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7434521315807220679?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7434521315807220679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7434521315807220679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7434521315807220679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7434521315807220679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys, Boys, Boys'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-2182219237788776630</id><published>2008-12-29T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:34:26.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/mfife/Local%20Settings/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} h3 	{margin-right:0in; 	mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	mso-outline-level:3; 	font-size:13.5pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://4girlsanddaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/join-in-fun.html"&gt;Join in the fun&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angjamison.blogspot.com/" id="GVLINK_1_0_1"&gt;Copy&lt;/a&gt; and paste the list. Bold the things you have done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. Slept under the stars&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4. Visited Hawaii &lt;b&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 10. Sang a solo 11. Bungee jumped &lt;b&gt;12. Visited Paris 13. Watched a lightning storm at sea 14.Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/b&gt; 15. Adopted a child &lt;b&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/b&gt; 17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France 20. Slept on an overnight train &lt;/b&gt;2&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight &lt;/strong&gt;22.hitch hiked &lt;b&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill &lt;/b&gt;24. Built a snow fort 25. Held a lamb &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 27. Run a 1/2 Marathon 28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice 29. Seen a total eclipse &lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;31.hit a home run. 32.been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person 34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors 35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/b&gt; 36. Taught yourself a new language 37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied 38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;39. Gone rock clim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bing &lt;b&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David &lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 42. &lt;b&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt 43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant &lt;/b&gt;44. Visited Africa &lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt; 46. Been transported in an ambulance 47. Had your portrait painted 48. Gone deep sea fishing 49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person 50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris &lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt; 52. Kissed in the rain &lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt; 54. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt; 55. Been in a movie 56. Visited the Great Wall of China 57. Started a business 58. Taken a martial arts class &lt;b&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen 61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies 62. Gone whale watching&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma &lt;/strong&gt;65. Gone sky diving &lt;b&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp 67. Bounced a check&lt;/b&gt; 68. Flown in a helicopter &lt;b&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy 70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/b&gt; 71. Eaten Caviar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;73. Stood in Times Square 74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/b&gt; 75. Been fired from a &lt;a href="http://angjamison.blogspot.com/" id="GVLINK_2_0_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London 77. Broken a bone&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;78.Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/b&gt; 80. Published a book 81. Visited the Vatican 82. Bought a brand new car 83. Walked in Jerusalem &lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;86. Visited the White House &lt;/b&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt; 89. Saved someone’s life 90. Sat on a jury 91. Met someone famous &lt;b&gt;92. Joined a book club &lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;94.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 95. Seen the Alamo in person 96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake 97. Been involved in a law suit &lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;100.Made amends with someone who offended you &lt;/strong&gt;101. Flew in a small Cessna plane with just you and the pilot 102. &lt;strong&gt;Ran out of gas&lt;/strong&gt; 103. Eaten fried okra 104. Swam in the Caribbean Sea &lt;strong&gt;105. Peed in a swimming pool &lt;/strong&gt;106. Stayed in a beach house 107. Hosted an exchange student &lt;b&gt;108. Been a Secret Santa to a family in need &lt;/b&gt;109. Worked on a political campaign 110. Coached a sports team &lt;strong&gt;111. Baked bread from scr&lt;/strong&gt;atch 112. Driven from coast to coast 113. Paid off all of your debt &lt;strong&gt;114. Roast marshmallows over a campfire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;115. Cut up a credit card&lt;/strong&gt; 116. Drove a car through a flood &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;117. Been on t.v&lt;/span&gt; 118. Had braces &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;119. Been to the top of the twin towers in NY. 120. Have played in both the Atlantic &amp;amp; Pacific Oceans 121. Been to ground zero&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;122. Bite my fingernails &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;123. Likes to scrapbook&lt;/b&gt; 124. Hates pie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;125. Visited Mexico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;126. Seen a Tornado in person 127. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Have ever been lost at sea! 128. kissed a frog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;129. Gave birth to twins. 130. Received 2 moving violation tickets in 1 day. &lt;/span&gt;131. Taught English in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make sure to add a new question once your done. That was fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-2182219237788776630?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2182219237788776630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=2182219237788776630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2182219237788776630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/2182219237788776630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/12/join-fun.html' title='Join the Fun'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3930366362279891714</id><published>2008-12-12T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:48.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot I am!</title><content type='html'>So I was hanging out with my friend Jordan today. We were driving around, since it was an area he knew better I was making him drive my car. He started playing with the little console compartment and low and behold.... there was a trunk release button..... and it worked. I am an idiot! I did not know I had a trunk release button and because I didn't know this I had crawled through my back seat - remember the story - Oh well. Now I know I have a trunk again! YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3930366362279891714?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3930366362279891714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3930366362279891714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3930366362279891714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3930366362279891714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/12/idiot-i-am.html' title='Idiot I am!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8364203471515827624</id><published>2008-12-09T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:27:07.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car update</title><content type='html'>MY CAR IS CLEAN!!! I think this is the first time with this car which I have owned for a year. But probably overall the first time in 3 years that I have taken a car to the carwash. I even have it vacuumed out and others can fit in it. I know... shocker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8364203471515827624?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8364203471515827624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8364203471515827624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8364203471515827624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8364203471515827624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-update.html' title='Car update'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3752207811669754147</id><published>2008-12-09T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:24:46.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So I have been a bit of a slacker as of late. So I went on the date with the Good one that I met from online. Had a great time. Had talked to him most of the week and was really enjoying getting to know him and talking to him. However, it is apparent that he did not enjoy it as much..... cause low and behold, I have not heard from him again. Oh well, he was a good distraction over Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antique guy called again out of the blue. I hadn't heard from him in weeks and I figured he realized I wasn't interested. This was not the truth however. Luckily I didn't hear my phone ring. I was at my friend Larissa's house and looked down and I had a voicemail. As I was listening to the message I was making faces.... I did not know this be Larissa informed me of such when she asked who was it. I guess I had the disgusted look on my face. Antique guy said that he couldn't remember if he had told me he was going to be out of town for a few weeks or not but that he had just gotten back and wanted to let me know. Ugh... why do I attract the creepies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another fun thing happened this past weekend. Yes I know I am 29 now. And this is the age that all of my mother's friends perpetually were when I was growing up and so I am feeling some what old. So in order to make myself feel younger I was kind of interested in a guy that was MUCH younger then I was. We have been good friends and I felt really safe with him. We have been hanging out a lot but he would never ask me out on a date. So Saturday night I finally got up the nerve. I ask "Why won't you date me?" Yes, this did take weeks of preparation to be able to get this simple phrase out of my mouth. Did I really  want to know the answer.... In this case I did. So I think the main reason, which he didn't say is because oh yea.... he is 20 and I am 29! A bit of an age difference. Anyway he said that he really likes me and enjoys being with me. But that we clash in some ways but still wants me as a best friend. Anyway I am totally ok with this and we have hung out ever day since. Boys... what do you do. But again.... the boy is 20! I could have babysat him.... and he would have been in 6th grade when I graduated from High school... What was I thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....... Now I have to find another way to find boys... Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3752207811669754147?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3752207811669754147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3752207811669754147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3752207811669754147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3752207811669754147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5193202076734801375</id><published>2008-11-24T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:56:33.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good One!</title><content type='html'>So all you nay sayers of the internet I haven't been sharing the good stories. So here is a good story. I have been talking to a guy that I met online that is normal, cute, family man, active in the church and fun. We have been talking back and forth for several days. He has primary custody of his kids so we are going to meet this Saturday and go on a date. It is really fun to text back and forth with him and talk to him. I am excited for Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5193202076734801375?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5193202076734801375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5193202076734801375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5193202076734801375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5193202076734801375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-one.html' title='Good One!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7643561919311833615</id><published>2008-11-19T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:21:03.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day - Relection</title><content type='html'>So I know that this blog was orignally to post awkward dating moments but I get to post something different today. I was thinking about how my life was a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today I was married with two dogs. Managing a storage unit, in Spanish Fork, and living in the apartment there working every other week. I was watching my cute nephew Royal every other week and loving that. I was also helping out with my mom whenever I could. Mom had been in to have her port changed and wasn't doing great. Overall life was just interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorced, living in Murray with 3 roommates, working for the state as a caseworker, going to a singles ward, learning how to date, going to therapy once a week, watching my dad date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is different, and I have really hard days sometimes, like today. I am happy now.... much more so then I was a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend ask me yesterday for advice because it looks like she will be getting a divorce. I told her to get a good therapist and to know that even when you feel like everything is going well you will still have hard days. I use to think that because I was the one that asked for the divorce and that I really am happier then I was that I wouldn't have hard days. That I would be able to just keep going and be fine and dandy. The reality is that some days just stink! I had therapy yesterday and I just cried. I didn't realize how sad I was that day..... I am having a hard time with the holidays coming and figuring that all out. I feel like everyone else in my family has someone but me... which is hard. But knowing why i am sad is half the battle, cause then I can work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awkward/interesting part was that I also had ward temple night last night. I rode up to the Bountiful temple with a couple of girls in the ward.... one was my really good friend. I looked at her as I was walking into the temple and told her that I was not okay. She told me that she knows and then I started to cry. I cried all the way into the temple, all the way through changing, in the chapel and half way through the session. I felt bad for the people that I was sitting around as I kept sniffling and such. But it was a good cry cause I really felt a lot better. Then I took a mental health day today and didn't go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes there are bad days, and yes some days feel overwhelming. But YES I am doing WAY better then I was and YES I am happy and finding joy in my life. I am grateful for family, friends, and my Savior which make it possible for me to get through all of the crap that I get to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this was some what depression but know that life is good....as my dad always says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7643561919311833615?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7643561919311833615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7643561919311833615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7643561919311833615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7643561919311833615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-day-relection.html' title='Interesting day - Relection'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5315767569315989705</id><published>2008-11-19T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:55:39.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammendment</title><content type='html'>So my roommate told me that I had to ammend my previous post. When I talked about how I found a way out of the talkers house I wasn't completely honest. So the way that I got out of the house was that when he was not paying attention I set an alarm on my cell phone so that it would go off in a few minutes. When my alarm went off I looked at my phone and told him that I had to go..... and made a get away. So it was pretty fun. I was trying to find a creative way to get out..... so that is how I did it. The great phone alarm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5315767569315989705?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5315767569315989705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5315767569315989705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5315767569315989705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5315767569315989705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/ammendment.html' title='Ammendment'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-5232674100814721728</id><published>2008-11-10T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:36:07.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talker</title><content type='html'>So I met a guy online and we talked back and forth via the internet for a few days and then he gave me his number and told me to call. So I did... through some persuasion of my friend Rachel. We had a 2 hour phone conversation where he was mainly the one talking. And I thought... ah no big deal I wasn't really in the talking mood. So then he called me at his lunch break the next day and we talked for a little while. And we learned that we lived really close to each other... like 5 blocks away. So then that evening he called and we started to chat again. Again it was pretty one sided and I wondered if it would be different in person. So I asked if I could come over and he said yes. So I went over to his house and he took 2 hours to show me all the antiques and coin collection and jewelry collections that he had. And told me about the antique shows, garage sales and of course the DI were he was able to make all of these great purchases. I was bored out of my mind. So much so that I decided to go home and came up with a way to go home.... :) oh the joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note there is a guy that I have been hanging out with a lot that I am kind of interested in.... but of course I have NO idea what in the world he is thinking.. UGH! Boys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-5232674100814721728?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5232674100814721728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=5232674100814721728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5232674100814721728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/5232674100814721728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/talker.html' title='The Talker'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-1525324106858648921</id><published>2008-11-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:55:51.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have never seen my car it is a piece of crap :) but i don't have a car payment and that is what matters. i bought it last December for $1200 and it is still running. So I keep on driving. Well I have been having to replace one tire at a time and on Sunday the tire fair came again to take a tire away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SQ-OeJjPvYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jxGAG0hyOYY/s1600-h/1103080003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264583138030370178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SQ-OeJjPvYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jxGAG0hyOYY/s320/1103080003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Back seat of the car, folded down with all the crap.... you can kinda see the tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up and got ready for church and I looked cute. I had even straightened my hair. Well then I ra over for presidency meeting for the RS presidency. As i pulled up to the presidents house i felt my tire go. Sure enought there was a hole in the side wall. Well it was time for my meeting and I really didn't want to deal with it yet. So I go in for the meeting and when we are done with the meeting it is raining. Of Course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great part is that my trunk does not open any more and that there is a ton of junk in the trunk of my car. So I have to put the seat down and then pull everything out of my trunk and throw it onto the seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SQ-OVfn0NaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ccHfnK7XtZw/s1600-h/1103080004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264582989336294818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SQ-OVfn0NaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ccHfnK7XtZw/s320/1103080004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then crawled into the trunk to see if there was a release latch to open it...... there was not..... PS I was in a knee length skirt and knee high boots....with 4 inch heels.... not the most practical clothing for changing a tire. We, Jae from my ward was helping me at this point, pull the tire out through the back seat. However, my lug nut thing is no where to be found. So Jae went to see if she had one that would work. We found one. So then you have me in my skirt and boots jumping on the lug nut thing to loosen the lug nuts.... in the pouring rain. It was great fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got them all loosened and then had to sit my butt down on the ground to try and get the jack in place. It was not cooperating with me. I was getting drenched... or was.... and frustrated. Then this nice guy who lived next door to where my meeting was came out all bundled up and asked if he could help. Being me I was about to say No thanks.... but then I stopped and said, "Yea that would be great" The nice guy finished changing my tire for me. I need to take him cookies. I wish I had pictures of me in the rain... but all you get is pictures of all the crap pulled from my trunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-1525324106858648921?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1525324106858648921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=1525324106858648921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1525324106858648921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/1525324106858648921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/SQ-OeJjPvYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jxGAG0hyOYY/s72-c/1103080003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-3390730742784117620</id><published>2008-10-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:39:52.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>partners 4 life????</title><content type='html'>So I have been feeling like I shouldn't blog because I don't have pictures... but then I realized I don't have a camera... so maybe someday you will get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with a guy that I had met on LDSplanet.com. I had text messaged him for a few days and then he was going to be down here from Idaho. We had set up plans but then I ditched out because I had a cute boy that I already know what to go and play. Then I felt bad so I told this guy that I would meet him on temple square on Sunday just to get to know each other. He was really nice, a complete gentleman and I enjoyed talking to him. When it was time to go he wanted a kiss. I put my head on his shoulder and then thought.... why not... so I kissed him. Well then 2 days later he is texting me and he wanted to know what time my lunch was. I told him I didn't have one that day because I had therapy. He asked me why I needed to go to therapy and if he could be my therapist. I told him I was going cause I needed to and that I liked my therapist. He asked again why I was going to therapy. I told him that it was because I had some stuff I needed to work on and could we just leave it at that. He then said that we needed to talk about these things so that we could be the best partners 4 each other 4 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was kind of freaking out and didn't respond for several hours. Finally I just told him that I just wanted to be friends but that it was fun to meet him. My roommates told me that he was confused because I had kissed him. I don't understand this. It was just a friendly peck not like a make out session. Can't you kiss someone and not marry them... seriously! So then he asked why and I didn't really respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday he started texting me again and wanted to understand why I just wanted to be friends. I told him it was hard to explain. He asked me to try. So I told him that I just hadn't felt the chemistry when we kissed and that I thought he was ready for more in a relationship then I was. That I was sorry if he thought the kiss meant more. He said that he understood and wished me the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ..... whatever.... I guess I can't just kiss a guy to kiss a guy... though it was fun! Guess I just have to be more careful with who I am kissing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-3390730742784117620?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3390730742784117620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=3390730742784117620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3390730742784117620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/3390730742784117620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-partners-4-life.html' title='partners 4 life????'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7243859840113212802</id><published>2008-10-16T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:14:53.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously.....</title><content type='html'>So I am online and someone starts a chat with me. So of course I answer.... then I go and read his profile this is what it said.... I couldn't even try and describe it so I am copying it and pasting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;table class="text" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="lightGray"&gt;A little about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to know me than marry me its that simple just do it no wasting my time or yours just up and say yes then hop a darn plane boat float walk on water just get here and marry me stop fooling around you want kids a family than marry me no more BS I will nolonger be searching I will just tell my father to wipe out all living thing on this planet and start over havent you seen the signs we have been showing you for years straiten up or die you have only till i find my bride then pooth times up good by JUDGEMENT TIME the Books are opened You get your just rewards my father and i have a bet I told him not even 144000 are truly holy rightous people he believes it will be that the rest will Burn in HELL Choices people Choices its your fault not your parents thats why we gave you free thought you chose to be holy rightous people b8ut You refuse to walk in the path I set out for you remember the gate is broad that leads to distruction and many be that find it the gate is narrow that leads to everlasting life and few be that find it&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lightGray"&gt;How I feel about the Church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh harlet of a nation you abomination your stench has reached my nostrils your evil has reached heaven you have defiled your women you have turned your men into drunkards oh how i wish i had never created you or thought to speak your name you den of vipors harken to my words the end is near you have one last chance to turn from your iniquity turn away from your sins heed my warning repent or face my judgment I AM Your GOD Turn Now away from Your Evil Torn Back to My Precepts&lt;br /&gt;how long have i waited for my bride it has been 2000 years since we have been together how long shall i wait your women are deceatful no longer virgins come out of the filth my bride and i will make you white as snow harken not to the ways of the deciever come to me my pure bride You are pure as my robe your lips soft as the pettles on the folineces flow my heart longs to hear your voice again oh my beautiful bride where are you come to me my virgin bride and we will raise a King to rule these people]&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lightGray"&gt;What I do for fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bride is a virgin never been touched any human male she is smart and knows I am lord she does as i say never raises her voice to me she is attentive keeps a clean house she is healthy using only healthy foods like saleds chicken fish turkey onions garlic wheat for making breads she is a good seamstress and loves to make me happy my bride is unlike the females of this planet she is perfect i know you are out there somewhare just remember the time we danced on jupiter and i caught you a sun flare remember how all of heaven joyed at your beauty how we loved each other and swore we would meet here in this time this year please remember my precious my sweet dliapionia raham se pash onmin do tra su trieas my bride there is much work to do so hurry time is almost winding down my work is harder this time around the people of this world hate each other they cheat rob steal raise there children to be just as evil as they are destroying this world i have made for them they do not keep my comandments or statuets they have gone estray oh my bride please come to me im calling for you through the stars please come home so we can leave this planet before my father destroys them he has given me only 4 years to find you please hurry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Seriously... I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He lives in Alaska and is 42 and never been married... ugh.....and can we say punctuation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7243859840113212802?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7243859840113212802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7243859840113212802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7243859840113212802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7243859840113212802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously.html' title='seriously.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-4225280238234398231</id><published>2008-10-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:43:09.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: silver;"&gt;So more online dating fun. I was talking to my friend and she is a little older then me. She is dating online and she was excited to go out with a widower as opposed to a divorced guy. So they went out and he was a little interesting but then he invited her back to his house. It had been an ok time so she went over there. As soon as they walk into the house there is this big picture of his wife with a major 80s hair do... underneath her picture is her funeral program. She had passed away 6 weeks before hand. Now I know some of you may freak out over that but really it isn't that big of a deal... my father was also dating 6 weeks after my mom passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they sit down on the couch and he picks up her feet and picks up some lotion. He says that he use to massage his wife's feet all the time, and he hoped she didn't think it was weird. So he massages her feet and she is a little weirded out. Then he says hold on just a second. And my friend is ready to walk out but giving himself the benefit of the doubt. So then he comes out and says I hope this isn't weird. And he holds up a fake hair piece and says ... look your hair is almost an exact match to my wife's hair. She said good-bye and left. Oh the joys... she was definitely weirded out by this guy. He was an interesting duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So definitely online dating is fun. I have had 2 guys in two days try and get me to go and meet them to make out with them when I had started talking to them 2 minutes before. Of course I told them no... even though I could use a good make out session. But I would like to know them for a little while first :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have fun ready of dating woes. Nothing else is quite as exciting as dating at this point in time in my life. However, I am learning to budget and take care of my money... If anyone wants a great way to do so check out Dave Ramsey's financial peace university. It is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&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/553261243408318737-4225280238234398231?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4225280238234398231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=4225280238234398231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4225280238234398231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/4225280238234398231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-story_15.html' title='Friends story'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8134533135651285594</id><published>2008-10-10T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:01:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves the Office, Loves to Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fine!! Megan is wannying about lack of posts, so ode to her last post I have decided to write my own profile if I was on LDSsingles.com. *Disclaimer: If you see anyone like this on there, I am not admitting to anything!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name: Melanie S., Mel, Snit, Snitters, Snitty Magee, Maleficent, hey you, or little puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Height: Really tall....if I have my really tall shoes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weight: More than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: Guess. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Income: I work for the state...that answer your question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hair color: Changes month to month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teeth: I hope they are white, depends on what I have been eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toe nail polish: Poor at the moment, time for a pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Legs: Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stomach: Hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arms: No, I don't believe in killing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I like: Moola, ghetto weddings (I have had four), YOU-where would you like to meet?, camping, mmmm and I love The Office!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I don't like: Your teeth, being told no, and Cottage Cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will meet you in a public place at a busy time. If I don't show, I have come incognito and you are just too darn ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To spice up your own life, please log on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.ldssingles.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be waiting. . .&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/553261243408318737-8134533135651285594?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8134533135651285594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8134533135651285594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8134533135651285594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8134533135651285594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/10/loves-office-loves-to-camp.html' title='Loves the Office, Loves to Camp'/><author><name>snittymagee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8693244042306132719</id><published>2008-10-08T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:04:13.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating?!?</title><content type='html'>So apparently my friends don't have as many awkward moments as I do....because they haven't posted. I am going to share about some fun times this last weekend. Through some convincing of a good friend of mine I have signed up for internet dating....oh the joys. For those of you who don't know I met my ex online. SO I was really nervous about signing up. However, I am on the older end of the singles ward and so I decided to see how many older guys were online. There is quite a few. So I am now on LDS singles. However, being online is a totally different world. So there have been several guys whom I have started to talk to. The first guy who started to talk to me was interesting. He wanted to know if I would cuddle with him. I was thinking....cuddling...that is fun. But when I tried to get him to meet somewhere he said he didn't want to do that. He just wanted to either meet at my house or his and wanted to know if I had a long couch or a bed. He then started to talk more and I realized he did want to just cuddle. Ugh! I didn't talk to him any more. However, he told me that touching over the clothes is light petting and you don't have to talk to the Bishop so he would never touch under the clothes. Then he would have to talk to the Bishop. Who really thinks that. Oh well.... all done talking to him. And that was on LDSsingles. What in the world. I am so not very interested in this but there are some funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I noticed on LDSsingles is that a guy that is a little bigger or heavier writes down that they are average. And a girl will write down that she is above average, even though they are about the same size. It is interesting to see how people describe themselves and how our world colors the way we look at ourselves. Especially how girls and guys look at themselves differently. The world of dating... oh the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8693244042306132719?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8693244042306132719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8693244042306132719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8693244042306132719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8693244042306132719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-apparently-my-friends-dont-have-as.html' title='Online Dating?!?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-7691844869074891646</id><published>2008-10-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:27:53.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving home</title><content type='html'>So I am driving home last night at about 11:30pm. I am on State street about to turn on to Vine street which is where I live...for all of you who do not know this. I am right before the light and there is a guy in a pick up truck and he waves at me. Being the nice person that I am I wave back. At this point I am stopped at the light in the turn lane. It is red but the other lights in that direction are green. He all of a sudden turns left from the center lane onto Vine street and stops and is waiting for me. At this point I am like, I wonder if I have a flat tire or something that he wants to tell me about. So I start to turn the corner, now that the light is green, and he is waving for me to stop and roll down my window. So I reach across and roll my passenger window down slightly to see what this gentleman wants. At this point he states " You are so beautiful. Are you single?" I smile at him and say thank you and have a great night.... he kind of smiles.... as I drive away. I must say it felt kind of good to be told that I was beautiful by a cute guy driving down state street. However, it was also some what creepy and I must admit I was asking myself if he was drunk. I also made sure he wasn't following me home as I drove, he did get back on to state street so that was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-7691844869074891646?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7691844869074891646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=7691844869074891646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7691844869074891646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/7691844869074891646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/10/driving-home.html' title='Driving home'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-9181899816345580788</id><published>2008-09-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:04:43.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text messaging for a date?!?!</title><content type='html'>So last night I decided to ask a guy out on a date. It is a guy that I know from great life. I asked him if he wanted to go out on Tuesday night and he said he was thinking about going to the guest presentation (here forth know as the GP) at great life that night so he wasn't sure. I could tell at the time that he didn't really get that I was asking him on a date. But being a chicken I left it alone at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sent him a text message this morning saying...&lt;br /&gt;" You're killin me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded "Why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just let him sit with it for several hours and then I responded.."Cause ya want to go to a gp instead of going on a date with me, for rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  responded " hahaha... your crazy :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded " How am I crazy....i asked you to go out with me tomorrow and you said you were going to the gp...lame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few hours go by and there is no response to this text. Me being awkward and paranoid sends a text saying...."....ugh......awkward silence....hahahaha.. i need to go on a date this month will you go out with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response I get after some time is " ummmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I want to respond and say " What in the world does that mean....." However, I refrained from doing such a thing... good job Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about another 30 minutes he writes..."Umm we can hang out as friends but I see this as a conflict of interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simple respond " k"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am feeling awkward about everything and realize in my wisdom that I need to smooth it over so that we can still be friends so. I sent a text saying./... " Hey if you and friend and whoever else wants to go to a U volleyball game Thursday night my roomies and I are going with the institute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then smoothes things over and we begin carrying on a normal conversation about going to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the joy of my day. I hope you all get a good laugh... Cause I have had several...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardness to all,&lt;br /&gt;Meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-9181899816345580788?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/9181899816345580788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=9181899816345580788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/9181899816345580788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/9181899816345580788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/09/text-messaging-for-date.html' title='Text messaging for a date?!?!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553261243408318737.post-8549319341208163060</id><published>2008-09-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:00:27.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Live</title><content type='html'>Let's get one thing straight. . . being single + dating = AWKWARD SAUCE!!  Thus have we created this literary version of the, "I wish I were dead. . .or that you were dead, so this prison sentence they call a date would terminate!"  Now don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misconstrue&lt;/span&gt; the message we convey, when people do such things as read into what we say, feelings and pride get hurt, and we will be honest, we don't have time to pat you on the back, burp you, and make you feel better.  So if you tempt to read this, open your little black heart and get ready to engage in some hearty laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think we will be offended if and when you are laughing at us, because we also are laughing. We laugh at you and with you and at ourselves, this is for all the awkwardness that we create and definitely that you create for us at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when these awkward moments occur here are some tips for extracting yourself from these moments. These are proven methods that have a success rate of 99.9%. But if used incorrectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instantaneous&lt;/span&gt; blotchy red skin, choking coughs, itchy nose, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; of the mouth are guaranteed to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The awkward roll:  This is to be used in a large group of people after one has inserted one's foot into one's mouth, or the mouth of someone opposite them.  To perform, simply stop saying what is currently coming out of your mouth, drop to the ground, and while rolling away say over and over. . ."Awkward Roll, Awkward Roll, Awkward Roll."  This not only "rolls" you away from the situation but brings the conversation to a completely different topic or complete stop.  Careful with this one, if used incorrectly, or if you don't check your surroundings you may end up with poison ivy or dog sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Awkward Turtle/Flagpole: This is to be used in small groups of people. Either with a one on one conversation or a group of less then 10 so that all can see your hands.  For the awkward turtle. Simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lay&lt;/span&gt; one hand on top of the other parallel to the ground, with fingertip pointed away from the torso and thumbs opposite of each other. While stating over and over . . . "awkward turtle" you paddle your thumbs in the motion of a turtles legs.&lt;br /&gt;The awkward flagpole should be used in similar circumstances however it is accomplished by putting your hands in fists and stacking them on top of each other for three lengths. So Right, left, right and then the left would go on top again with fingers outstretched and waving in the wind. Again you would repeat . . . "awkward flagpole" several times while waving fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pregnant Pause: Alone with a date, this is possibly the worst situation of all.  There is a cure.  Have you said something heinously wrong?  Never fear Awkward Mama, all your problems are solved with three little words.  Your eyes widen as you realize what you have just said/done. . .then Date's eyes mimic yours with a hint of gagging in their throat.  Simply say, "I'm pregnant."  They may respond with a look of astonishment.  When they respond all you have to do is act like you didn't hear what they just said, then add a simple, "Eh?"  Believe it or not, this works for both male and female alike.  It takes a bit of guts, so we suggest trying it in the mirror a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dead mom jokes: So in order to get out of an awkward moment sometimes it is easier to make it a little more awkward first. This is because in some awkward moments you are not humiliated while others are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; to your self esteem. So if faced with a self esteem crusher such as a person turning you down for a date simply come out with a dead mom joke, i.e. " What am I not good enough for you because my mom is dead?" This will stop any man or woman in their tracks and then you can use an awkward roll to get away. Any conversation can be turned around by making a joke about a dead mom. It works every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Text Message Awkwardness:  Texts are easily misinterpreted and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; it brings one to the ledge of insanity.  If a text has been sent that can be questionable and your stubby little finger didn't get to the end button quick enough to cancel, chuck the phone across the room, and roll away.  You may be tempted to cross the room and pick up said phone, but DON'T!!  Wait until others are in the room to monitor future texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have all the answers, but we are imperfect and awkward moments have still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.  Thus the blog.  We are putting ourselves out on the cyberspace limb for you to enjoy and/or commiserate with the awkwardness that is dating.  Please feel free to comment, and/or laugh and scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardness to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553261243408318737-8549319341208163060?l=awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8549319341208163060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553261243408318737&amp;postID=8549319341208163060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8549319341208163060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553261243408318737/posts/default/8549319341208163060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardmomentsdefineourlives.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-night-live.html' title='Saturday Night Live'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879909443409505659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqfWagI_AiI/StJfgXdvnlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bs3dYDJSNSc/S220/Taylors+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
