<?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-3078775138138834940</id><updated>2012-03-12T14:41:15.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the AWESOME Megan</title><subtitle type='html'>Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes. 
Jim Carrey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-8258604204314749308</id><published>2012-03-09T02:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T04:04:54.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you didn't get it,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;the movie was charlie and the chocolate factory. I've been thinking about that part a lot since that person asked me to blog about my friends and why I hadn't yet. My dad has always told me I make friends so easily if I put myself out there. And that's true. I do make friends easily. The problem is that I don't like to put myself out there. I have a really hard time with friends. Making the right friends, keeping friends, letting them become my best friend and than accepting what they give to the friendship. I have a problem with holding my best friend to higher standards. Like if I do something for them, I expect them to do the same for me. I expect them to know that I'm mad or sad or lonely and try to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; fix it. And when they don't, I don't know how to not be mad. I need to realize that my friends here are not like my friends from home. I knew with my friends from Moses what our friendship consisted of. I got mad at them but they hardly ever knew it. Here it is so hard to not let them know. E&lt;/span&gt;specially&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; because I don't have a place that's like home. Where there's no friends. I can't go in my room and be by myself because I have a room mate. I really miss the way my mom could tell I was upset by the way I walked in the door. She would explain things in such a real way and I hated it. I mean really HATED it!!! She made me see why that was happening and always asked me "Well, Megan, if it was you how would you feel?" or "If it was you why would you do those things?" I hated that so much and it would make me sooo mad. But eventually I would calm down and see she was right. I also hated that. My mom is great that way. She is such a great friend. My mom really was my best friend when I was in high school. Lilly was my best friend since forever! Until the day she left for college, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;she was my best friend. I remember my dad coming in to my room and asking my to text her and he asked me why I didn't. I said it was just really hard to not have her there, I couldn't talk to her because I missed her too much. And its even harder now because Lilly has a new best friend that is her life. I'm so happy that she married Breck but I wish she was still here so I could go to her when I need a best friend in my life. My mom might not know this but she really helped me through that and was my best friend for the last 2 years of my high school career. She set such a great example to me of how to be a best friend. She taught me that best friends need to look out for each other, help each other, be there for comfort, be a listening ear, boost each other up and teach each other. She also taught me how to let friendships go for the best. Its hard not having her around and I would go home in a heart beat for her. But I can't move home. I would just go back to the way I was in high schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;l. I really hate not being there for Zoey and Tessa too. Not being a friend or a shoulder to cry on for Zoey. I know she has a hard time with her friends and school and drill team and dance. I really miss Tessa, my little baby. She is getting so big and I miss her little animal facts. I hope they pick best friends that they will have for the rest of their lives. Best friends are pretty essential in life. Without best friends you are kind of stuck with nothing. That's another thing I'm grateful for. My mom always tells me to marry my best friend. I'm grateful that she married hers and that she tells me every chance she has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpsfCJVQlaM/T1nxFDqAx9I/AAAAAAAAAII/SXVgK0Ht_ZU/s400/10-30-11%2B073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717866271106713554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This me and my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(isn't she beautiful?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-8258604204314749308?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8258604204314749308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=8258604204314749308&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8258604204314749308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8258604204314749308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/03/if-you-didnt-get-it.html' title='If you didn&apos;t get it,'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpsfCJVQlaM/T1nxFDqAx9I/AAAAAAAAAII/SXVgK0Ht_ZU/s72-c/10-30-11%2B073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-3088832394733570557</id><published>2012-02-24T23:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T00:12:20.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you smarter than a 5th grader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;YES I AM! I literally cannot stand when people think I'm dumb. I'm smart! I know my stuff! It really makes me mad when people think that just because I'm not going to school I'm obviously stupid. I hurts the most when the people that are closest to me think that. I choose to trust the people that tell me facts. I hate to think of everything as a lie. Or take everything anyone says to me with a grain of salt. When people talk to me like I'm dumb it just makes me feel bad about myself again. I'm really trying to not think as myself as a self conscience person. But when things like this happen its really hard. And than I just get angry and super &lt;/span&gt;irritated with that person. Every time I look in the mirror I say the same things. I am beautiful, I am worth any guys time, I am smart, I am healthy, I have a great family, I have a great job, and I have the best friends. But when things like this happen, when someone decides they want to tear me down, I can't help but think why are you picking on me, why would Heavenly Father let them act this way. It gets really hard to keep being friends with people that just think "Megan, she's so stupid" or "Megan, she has so much confidence that I should say something that tears her down just a notch" I just want all of you to know I am smart and I am trying really hard. I'm trying to make my family proud. I'm trying to make Heavenly Father proud. I'm trying to not think about what other people think of me and just what the people that matter think. I think I'm doing a fine job. I could be better but than again, you can always be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-3088832394733570557?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3088832394733570557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=3088832394733570557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/3088832394733570557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/3088832394733570557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/02/are-you-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='are you smarter than a 5th grader?'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-2775132674738698133</id><published>2012-02-20T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:21:17.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Yesterday in relief society we were talking about the truths about Joseph Smith. We watched a video at the end. It showed when he was leaving to go the jail that he would be killed in. A part showed when he was saying goodbye to his kids and Emma. Emma watched Joseph ride off and she had such a sad look on her face. He looked like he was in so much pain because he had to leave knowing he wasn't come back. Its been so &lt;/span&gt;weird&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; because I have been thinking about marriage lately. I don't want to get married anytime soon or anything. But I have been thinking about the person I want to marry or date. When I was watching the video, I was thinking about how hard it would be to be married to Joseph Smith. Like I said in my other post it would be hard to be married to someone who leaves and if you don't know if they are coming back. But Emma knew he wasn't coming back which would be the hardest thing. Joseph Smith had all the qualities you would want in a husband. He was a leader, strong, patient, kind, loving, did everything the lord asked him without question, hardworking, humble, trusting, heroic. Those types of qualities make the best type of people. It was so touching to see how hurt Joseph was when he was riding off knowing he was leaving his family. When I was in seminary with Sister Payne we learned about Joseph and the early saints. I always think about how hard it would be to be them. How hard would it be to be the mothers of all the little children crossing the plains. I would feel so helpless to all the hunger, &lt;/span&gt;disease&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;,  frustration, &lt;/span&gt;loneliness. A lot of things I don't think I could handle with a family to take care of. That's why I'm grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt; Heavenly Father didn't send me to earth at that time. I'm grateful for someone that knows whats in store for me and loves me so much that He would show me the way to get back to heaven. I have realized in the last couple weeks being a wife and a mother are really hard work. I have said before that I think I would be a great mother but a bad wife. But now I think those things go hand in hand. You can't be a good mother without being a good wife and you can't be a good wife without being a good mother. I feel like the person I am going to marry will the be the luckiest guy. I know I'm going to make mistakes but that's what happens in life. I know the guy I'm going to marry is out there but I am most definitely not ready to marry him or even date him. I do want to meet him. Just to see how I need to improve myself so I can be ready to date him. I had all these thoughts while in relief society. I guess I have a bigger mind than I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-2775132674738698133?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2775132674738698133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=2775132674738698133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2775132674738698133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2775132674738698133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/02/relief-society.html' title='Relief Society'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-7588333349112204190</id><published>2012-02-18T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T19:59:10.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where everybody knows your name...</title><content type='html'>I miss home. I want to come back but I can't. Its awesome being here, it also sucks. I don't want to go to school, which sucks because I have to. I don't want to work, which sucks because I have to. I'm so grateful for all the friends I've made and I've had a really great time here. But I just feel like its time to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-7588333349112204190?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7588333349112204190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=7588333349112204190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/7588333349112204190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/7588333349112204190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-everybody-knows-your-name.html' title='where everybody knows your name...'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-5714577115055716966</id><published>2012-02-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:17:38.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jPJe44-EPW0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always watch videos like this on youtube. They always make me cry. I think about who I want to marry and the first thing that pops in my mind is a soldier. But than I really start to think about it and decide that would not suit me very well. To be a soldiers wife, you would have to be so strong. For me, I know I need my husband by me. Not seeing them, not knowing if they are going to come home, would kill me for sure. I think you would need so much strength and courage and a lot of other things to be a soldiers family. I have so much respect for Grace Payne. She went through so much while Abe was away. She had such a grate attitude about everything. It was amazing. These videos always remind me to be grateful for all the freedoms I have. Sometimes I wonder how people who live in places like Iraq or Iran. I feel like they really didn't have any freedom. I watched a video like this once. There was this little boy or little girl that didn't want their dad to go. So when all the soldiers were lining up to get on the plane she ran to her dad and wouldn't let him go. It was so cute. To know families go through this, it breaks my heart. I'm so grateful I have my family around me. I'm grateful for all my freedoms. I'm grateful for all my friends. I'm grateful that I have a job now. I'm grateful for everything Heavenly Father gives me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-5714577115055716966?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5714577115055716966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=5714577115055716966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/5714577115055716966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/5714577115055716966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-grateful.html' title='Be Grateful'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jPJe44-EPW0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-891756544696311677</id><published>2012-01-24T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:45:24.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lets be friends" "Best Friends" Name that movie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;So someone posted a comment anonymously about not seeing a blog about my friends. Well here you go anonymous. This blog post is for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq-VBkt0QjE/Tx8eOj3UqiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ng09pE-zr9E/s1600/me%2Band%2Banaly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq-VBkt0QjE/Tx8eOj3UqiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ng09pE-zr9E/s1600/me%2Band%2Banaly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq-VBkt0QjE/Tx8eOj3UqiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ng09pE-zr9E/s1600/me%2Band%2Banaly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq-VBkt0QjE/Tx8eOj3UqiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ng09pE-zr9E/s1600/me%2Band%2Banaly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cbkDZ5BQHw/TyGwDguzNbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9QHsZGLnYhs/s200/Photo_00011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702032177600083378" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordyn Jordyn Jordyn. She has been my best friend through everything. We started being friends in high school and it just escalated from there. Being in Provo with her that been awesome. Whenever I'm home sick I just go hang out with her and she makes me feel so much better. I love being able to go to her when I'm sad and having her know that she can come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to me when she's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6fzLAkAf0w/TyG3hIuy1RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nkbwxky21mU/s200/sexy%2Bcameron%2Bterry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702040383135077650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sexy Cameron Terry. He is the best guy friend I have ever had! The story behind his name is he told me his real name is S Cameron Terry. I asked him what the S stands for and he was like Sexy Duh! So I just started to call him Sexy Cameron Terry. Most of the time I feel like I can tell him anything. I might be embarrassed but I still feel like I can tell him. And he gives me honest answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq-VBkt0QjE/Tx8eOj3UqiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ng09pE-zr9E/s200/me%2Band%2Banaly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701308888768621090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my bestest friend. Analy. She shares the room with me and Shes so fun! I'm not going to lie we weren't that good of friends at first and than it was like BAM!! IBF (instant best friends) I have learned so much from her! When I first moved here I was pretty shy around everyone. Analy did not let me do that. She drug out my personality and would not let me crawl into my little shell. I love this girl so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u30UDiwhR9g/TyG0MdDC58I/AAAAAAAAAHA/SljBAvS4-AY/s200/ashley%2Band%2BI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702036729276590018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saved the best for last. This is Ashley. She is Jordyn's room mate. We have become the bestest of friends. She and I have  the same interests and we just get along so well. I don't know how to explain why we're best friends, we just are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, of course, have other friends. These are just my main friends. So there you go anonymous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-891756544696311677?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/891756544696311677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=891756544696311677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/891756544696311677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/891756544696311677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-be-friends-best-friends-name-that.html' title='&quot;Lets be friends&quot; &quot;Best Friends&quot; Name that movie?'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cbkDZ5BQHw/TyGwDguzNbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9QHsZGLnYhs/s72-c/Photo_00011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-1754519712955683944</id><published>2012-01-15T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:24:45.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mommy, oh daddy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;So last week at testimony meeting, my friend Brian bore his testimony. He told this story about Elder Bednar when he was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt; the bishopric. He had a prompting while in sacrament that he needed to take this other man and go to their sons basketball game. He put it off thinking it was the natural man. Than the prompting came back even stronger that they needed to go. He told one of councilors that he was going to leave and to take over the meeting. He got the clerk to tell the other guy to meet him in the parking lot in 5 minutes. They drove the hour and a half to get the basketball game and had a great time. Elder Bednar didn't know what the prompting was for but he was glad he followed it anyways. A little while later the man called Elder Bednar to ask if he would come give his son a blessing in the hospital. By the time he got there the son had past away. While Elder Bednar was taking to the family, the man thanked him for taking him to the game. He said it would always be such a special memory for him. For some reason this reminded me of my dad and how special he is. My dad is the best! He is always trying to get all us kids to do our best and improve our lives everyday. My dad wrote a blog when Lilly first got engaged. He said one thing he would miss about each kid when they leave. This is what he wrote about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt; "Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 249, 238); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 21px; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;sat on my lap every Sunday until she was eight.  Every Sunday she would just sit with me.  The first Sunday she missed I wept.  Meg has the greatest sense of humor and a contagious laugh.  Many was the time when she would be in her room laughing, alone, at something she thought of.  I loved it when she spilled out of her room laughing hysterically to share a joke or a youtube video with me.  She calls me Daddy and I love it." Every time I read this it makes me cry! When I was 8 and stopped sitting on his lap it was because some one told me I was too big to sit on his lap still. I loved sitting on his lap. It was the best thing about Sundays! I love that my dad and I have the same sense of humor. Sometimes I feel like no one here laugh at the same things I laugh at but I know my dad would laugh at it so that make it all better. Some of my friends didn't have their dad around growing and some still don't. I couldn't imagine not having my dad around. Sometimes I think my life would be so different without my dad there growing up. And its not like he did anything magnificent like rescued me from a burning building or got me everything I ever wanted. He was just there which made a huge difference to me. Every girl when asked the question who do you miss the most? They always say their dad. To me dads play such a huge part in a girls life. My dad has shown me how to be of service, how to work hard. He's shown me humility, patience, love, kindness, friendliness. As all of you know my dad is kind of anti-social. He really doesn't like to do social things but he does because he loves my mom. He makes friends so easy it's insane!!! He can talk to anyone about anything! He has shown me how to do that. To be friends with everyone and to talk to everyone. I know all of my friends count their dad as their hero and my dad is definitely my hero and will always be. The one thing about my dad that I don't like is that he can persuade you to do anything. If you have a choice and he thinks you should take option A, He will make all the things tied with option A look so good(which they normally are) and make option B look horrible. Everything else I love! I hope every man has a chance to raise a daughter. It will for sure change their life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-1754519712955683944?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1754519712955683944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=1754519712955683944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1754519712955683944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1754519712955683944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-mommy-oh-daddy.html' title='oh mommy, oh daddy!!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-2301895445641838023</id><published>2012-01-06T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:37:51.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like Cinderella</title><content type='html'>Tonight I have realized I have a real problem. A lot of girls have my problem too. My dad has mentioned this too me quite a few times. My problem is that I don't see myself as my dad sees me. My dad sees me as the most beautiful girl in the world. Or at least he makes me feel that way when I'm around him. This whole problem results in low self esteem or no self confidence. My dad has talked to me about it a couple times. About how I need to make an effort to make people notice me and how I dress or put on make-up. I always thought he was right to a certain extent. I always just thought he is my dad so he has to say those thing or he has to make me feel like that.&lt;div&gt;Tonight Cameron came over because Analy and him are going to red lobster for dinner. While he was here we chatted for a little bit and he asked why I wasn't going. I told him I didn't like seafood. He just kept saying I feel bad for leaving you here all alone. I would say things like its okay or I'm going over to Ashley and Jordyn's so it's not a big deal, even though I'm really not going over there. After they left I realized how much it bugs me that I didn't go with them. I don't like seafood and I can't go spend money so it would have been awkward but I just feel like he probably wanted me to go and I turned him down. I really don't want to send him the message that I don't want to go do things with him. I want him to know that I want to go do things and that I want to be around him. I started to think about the real reason I didn't go and I came up with I don't like to be around girls when the person I like is around. I always just leave when I should be staying. I don't need to feel like I need to leave because another girl came over to us. I don't know why I feel threatened by Analy. Maybe because she's my friend and she already tried it with Cameron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So than I started to think of what my dad was talking to me about over Christmas break. He took me to the mirror and said what do you see? I said I see an average girl. I didn't really see a problem with me being average. But right now I see a HUGE problem with that. I should think I'm the sexiest thing around. Guys, I'm pretty sure, like it when a girls have a lot of confidence and dress nice and do there make-up nice and all that stuff. My dad told me that I need to start wearing more make-up, which might be taken as an insult but I didn't. I know I can wear more make-up and I should. Not cake it on but just a little more. I have also figured out that I don't need a guy to tell me I look pretty. I need to make myself look pretty and have confidence that I do look pretty. I need to realize for myself that I look good in the clothes I'm wearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this talk by Gordon B. Hinckley. It's called The Light Within You. In the talk, he talks about how him and his wife went dancing before they were married. He said, "Some of you may feel that you are not as attractive and beautiful and glamorous as you would like to be. Rise above any such feelings, cultivate the light you have within you, and it will shine through as a radiant expression that will be seen by others. You need never feel inferior."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the last line. You need never feel inferior. I am going to try to live by this quote. I will always try to rise above these feelings of low confidence or low self esteem. I need to know for myself that I am beautiful. I am beautiful and I don't need any ones approval to feel that way! I am beautiful just the way I am! And if you can't deal with that than you don't deserve to have me! My mother didn't raise me to be a self pity type of a girl. She raised me to be confident in myself and to do what I know is right. This is the right direction for me and I know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-2301895445641838023?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2301895445641838023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=2301895445641838023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2301895445641838023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2301895445641838023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-like-cinderella.html' title='I feel like Cinderella'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-1373835218177379249</id><published>2012-01-02T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:22:40.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the time</title><content type='html'>to start freaking out! Today while driving back to Provo, I started to think about school and how much fun it's going to be and how I'm going to learn new things and blah blah blah. Well than I got here and started to unpack my things and I realized I really don't feel ready to go to school! I feel like I haven't prepared enough yet. Like I haven't had enough time to get settled. Like I haven't done anything since I got here to prepare myself for how crazy my life is now going to be. I'm trying to get 2 jobs now and start school. And did you know that UVU has a pretty big campus from the looks of the map they gave me! I don't think I'm ready to be in a  huge place with a billion people, trying to have 2 jobs, trying to be a good student, trying to get Sexy Cameron Terry to like, and have a social life with the friends I already have. I just really don't see that happening. The way I'm feeling about it right now is that I don't want to start school in a week. I want to put this off till the summer. But than what if I have this feeling when summer comes around. I also feel so stupid because my parents told me to go find a job and I'll admit I didn't look very hard. I did have 5 interviews and 3 kind of interviews. When I first moved here I only looked on craigslist and that got me a job at Maglebys but that only lasted a month and I hardly ever worked. Now I wish I was more aggressive so I would have a job now. Not potential jobs. I wish I would have payed more attention to my uvlink for the school and got on top of the things I needed to turn in for financial aid. I wish I was smarter about picking my class times. Overall I wish I was smarter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-1373835218177379249?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1373835218177379249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=1373835218177379249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1373835218177379249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1373835218177379249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-time.html' title='This is the time'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-8159665238190298027</id><published>2011-11-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:47:00.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lately I've been trying to have myself a PP. A Pity Party. I kind of did on Friday. I called my mom and we were just talking and than it hit me that I can't go home for thanksgiving and that I miss my family soo much! Its been pretty easy living here so far. All the 2 months I've been here. All the sudden things are happening at home that I never knew I would want to miss. Like Zoey's first school dance, carving pumpkins, decorating for Halloween and Thanksgiving. Things that didn't mean anything before that now mean the world to me. When Lilly went to college and called home everyday, I would be like how can you miss home that much. Now I know. It was the best place on earth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like I said I've been trying to have a pity party. Every time I try to just lay in my bed and cry, someone always ask me to go do something with them or for them. One part of me is grateful for that because it stops me from getting into a rut every time. But than the other part of me just wants to let it all out so I can get over it. My mom called me today and I couldn't say bye to her because I started to cry and if she hears me cry than she talks to me more which leads to me crying more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some days I wish I never moved. It would have been so much easier to be at home with the friends I already made in kindergarten. I would get HOME cooked meals and a free bed. I would always have wifi all the time. I would have a job. I would have free tuition. But it also would have sucked. I would be living at home. I would be going to big bend. I would have never met my best friend Ashley. I wouldn't be with my my best friend Jordyn. I would have never met Sexy Cameron Terry, Aaron, the Bangerters, Analy, Ashley from upstairs, Steve-O. I wouldn't have learned that I can move away from my family and make my own decisions and take care of myself. I now know. I know that this is the place where I need to be. I know that this is where I need to learn lessons that I wouldn't have learned in Moses Lake. I love being here but I now love being in Moses Lake even more than before. Being here makes going home even sweeter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to tell all my family that I love every single one of them. I love being at the most a half hour away from all my relatives except Neil and Tina. But I still love them just as much. I love all my friends. The ones here, the ones at home. I hope I can keep all my friends where ever I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-8159665238190298027?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8159665238190298027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=8159665238190298027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8159665238190298027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8159665238190298027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/pp.html' title='PP!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-1570121094606544978</id><published>2011-10-30T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:50:32.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy always told me...</title><content type='html'>Boys are bad. Now I know he was telling the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-1570121094606544978?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1570121094606544978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=1570121094606544978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1570121094606544978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1570121094606544978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddy-always-told-me.html' title='Daddy always told me...'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-4038710924374866535</id><published>2011-10-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:43:02.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my mind....</title><content type='html'>A lot of things go on. I feel like now that I've got my classes all figured out, I have so many options as to what I want to do with my life. My career choices list is the best list I've ever made. I could be:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie editor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nurse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;professional snowboarder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pocahontas in Disneyland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;person who makes sound effects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have my own show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;novelist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;social worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disc jockey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pilot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;farmer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The list is endless. I really think I have some good ones on there. Some are just things I wish would happen. Sometimes I think I could be the best at some of these things but other times I think "If I was a social worker, I would just get really mad at the bad parents and would probably hurt them!" I have to make the choice soon or later. Right now I'm choosing to think of the possibilities of maybe doing one of these things and adding to the list. I haven't started the crossing out process yet. I think when that day comes I'm going to be really sad. I don't want to rule anything out. I just want to do everything and that sucks because I know I can't. I have to choose one thing to do for the rest of  my life and that sucks too. How can you choose to do something for so long? How do you know you're going to still love do that in 10 years? What if you get bored and start to hate it? I always worry that I'm going to love do that thing for a while and than get so bored with it. I can't picture myself doing anything for a long period of time and THAT worries me more than anything else. I want to be able to love what I do for forever. I never what to be in a rut where I start to not like it and want to do something but have it be too late. But I guess we'll all just have to see what I do and how long it with take me to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-4038710924374866535?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4038710924374866535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=4038710924374866535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/4038710924374866535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/4038710924374866535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-my-mind.html' title='In my mind....'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-8508465660082844320</id><published>2011-10-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:59:01.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you what!! I LOVE MOVIES!!!!! I love them soo much!! I could probably watch movies all day and not feel bad for not doing anything else. Maybe I should be a movie critic? One thing I hate about watching movies with other people is that they are there. Not that I don't like the company, it's just that they say their opinions and most of the time I don't agree with their opinion. I hate when a movie is redone and people say "That's not how it's suppose to be." It's redone which mean it's obviously going to be different!! I just can't help but hate this so much! I just want to say "Your not the producers, you should have no opinion on how to do this stuff" or "If you don't like how they redid the movie, than why did you buy it?" These people knew Lion King was redone and yet they bought the new movie and are saying all the things wrong with the movie. It's going to be different than the original, that's a given. And you still bought it! This girl, I swear she's over 20, she acts like a little girl. Like smaller than Tessa! I just wonder how people like that or like Michelle, my roommate, how they ended up like this. How did they not grow out of this phase. It just boggles my mind. Like I feel like how I was raised shouldn't be that different from how they were raised. I know Michelle was home schooled and let's face it, all kids who are home schooled are weird when they are society. But this other girl I know for a fact she has a normal family just like mine. so I don't even know what her deal is but it's killing me watching this movie with her. Maybe I'm just being pissy but I don't really feel like I am. But I guess it's just whatever. I'll just have to watch movies by myself from now on and I am definitely okay with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-8508465660082844320?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8508465660082844320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=8508465660082844320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8508465660082844320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8508465660082844320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-baby.html' title='oh baby!!!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-8483491034979286304</id><published>2011-06-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:13:54.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh baby!!!</title><content type='html'>now that summer has started its been pretty crazy! I feel like I'm beginning the stress process again. i have a new check list with only a few things on it. Even though it only has a few things on it, they are pretty big things. I have recently added my wisdom teeth to the list. They have been hurting for the last week or so. I went to the dentist to take picture of my wisdom teeth and to see when I can get them out. But now I have to go to a different dentist to do the same thing but he is booked through the summer so I might have to go to a different guy to get them out. I am constantly on pain killers and drinking lots of water because for some reason that helps. This week I am going to find a place to live for school and go to court for a ticket I got last Saturday. Hopefully I get a really good place to live. I'm getting nervous for the roommates I might have. I keep picturing the worst people possible to live with. But I know it will be alright. Going to court really scares me because I just don't want to go. Everything about police scare me. Not that I'm guilty of anything, it's just that i don't like them. Next week I'll update you on how I did on my week goal of finding a place and going to court......and I guess the dentist too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-8483491034979286304?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8483491034979286304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=8483491034979286304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8483491034979286304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/8483491034979286304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-baby.html' title='oh baby!!!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-1942000642237335710</id><published>2010-12-11T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:16:03.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>At the swim banguet i didnt even cry once! Im proud of myself. I am also proud of my self for finishing my senior essay, applying for college, having fun at sadies, haveing fun with my friends, and deciding I want to grow out my hair. On my other list i have a few other things on there but those are long term things. Like saving money. I have to have money to save money so thats a delemma. Finding another job. The problem with that is that I dont even know where to start. I am passing my classes right now so thats good. I would apply for scholarships but they are all for in state school and Im going out of state. Im not going to lie Im stoked for college. Im NOT stoked to be leaving my friends. Thats going to be really hard. I have had soooo many good memories with them and I dont want us to drift apart. I want to live next door to by best friend for the rest of my life!!! but I know things like that have to change sooner or later but I wish they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our christmas lights are up, the house is decorated, and the tree is here. I love christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-1942000642237335710?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1942000642237335710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=1942000642237335710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1942000642237335710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/1942000642237335710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes.html' title='YES!!!!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-4457021692426284166</id><published>2010-11-08T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:30:34.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oppsie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I said I would blog more but I swear I just got busy!! Anyway, swim team is over and I haven't really felt sad until right now. I knew I would be sad at one point but I didn't know when that would be. I was certain it would be on senior night I would feel like I was a senior and that I wasnt going back next year but i didnt cry then. Then we had our district dinner and the seniors made speechs and I still didnt cry. Now you have to know I cry at everything!! I look like this when I watch a sad movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537347019424599186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TNibxqrfDJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4h7JYH1-9aM/s200/crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Im not even kidding. But now that Im typing this I feel so sad that I have to leave that wonderful thing we call the swim team. I know we started out bumpy and we hit rocks along the way but I am truely going to miss this team. I cant even say how much that team has changed me. I found the best people on that team and they have alway brung out the best in me at all times. If I wasnt on that team I would be so different. Im going to miss those girls so much. I know people are probably saying "but you said you hated swim team." Its true I did but only the swimming part. The person Im going to miss the most is BriAnne. she was my best friend through all the swim team drama. she always backed me up and was awesome about everything. Dena was also the best coach anyone could ask for. she loves this team so much and wants to help you as much as she can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough about swimming. Senior year has just started and I feel so overwhelmed!I have to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. apply for college this month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.write my senior essay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.get a new job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.figure out sadies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.pass my classes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.get scholarships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.pull more pranks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.save my money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.get a sweet hair cut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thats about it I think. Theres always more to do but those are just the main ones. my hair cutting ideas are: 1.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537352139301750642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TNigbrtUh3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8U7oFiIszjk/s200/Whip-My-Hair-of-Willow-Smith-releasing-soon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537352705961959698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TNig8qrpIRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IVs1NPNV4Cg/s200/keira-knightley2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537353405322803762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TNihlYAQujI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K4YLeIxffps/s200/5334e_Short-Hairstyles-For-Women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537354318652423570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TNiiaibAvZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y8_X8WRub0Y/s200/short-curly-hair-style-meg-ryan.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what you think!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-4457021692426284166?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4457021692426284166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=4457021692426284166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/4457021692426284166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/4457021692426284166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2010/11/oppsie.html' title='oppsie!!!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TNibxqrfDJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4h7JYH1-9aM/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-5558615783359529916</id><published>2010-07-31T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:04:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad!!!!</title><content type='html'>Im so sorry for not blogging earlier!! Just to catch you up girls camp= the funnest camp ever!!! Some pranks we played were: suran wraping gingers tent closed, locking the leaders in the bathroom with pantyhose, and the best of all..... We suran wrapped jamie to her bed!!! That one was so scary. She kinda woke up in the middle of us doing it but she just turned over and went back to sleep. It was so awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big thing that happened was taylor, danielle, and I went to tri-cities to go shopping. I had so much fun. Then my family went to pikes market and the zoo. Lillys boyfriend, breck, came with us and was so fun!! &lt;strong&gt;THAN......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlys had her babies!!!!! Hesston Golden Downs and Iris Liberty Downs have arrived to the party!!!! They are the cutest babies ever!!! Hesston is a little smaller than Iris but he'll grow. I saw them in the hospital and Im going to see them at thier house on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for me. I have to decide what school in utah i want to go to for college. Theres more choices than I thought. Like uvu, lds buisness college, u of u and then the community colleges. Everyone keeps asking me where Im going to go and I always say i have no idea. Than they say well you have a year to decide but you know i only have like 6 months before I have to start appiling to colleges. Andlet me tell you what.... Im freaking out!!!!!! I dont want to have to move away but I am not going to big bend. You know what else college costs &lt;strong&gt;so much money!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; why does it have to cost so much??? I looked at this one school and it was like $7,000. Whos going to pay for that?? I dont want my parents to pay for that. They have thier own crap to worry about. I guess thats why I have a job. But what if i dont make that amount in the next year??? what am I goiong to do?? I dont want a loan, i have only heard horrer stories about those! well, I guess im going to have to figure it all out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about college. In the past few months I have been looking a lot at myself and just loving what I see. But I did figure out some stuff about myself: I think some boys with long hair are cute, Im in love with big hunks(the candy), I like bad weather better than hot weather, im really starting to like my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now!! love, megan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-5558615783359529916?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5558615783359529916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=5558615783359529916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/5558615783359529916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/5558615783359529916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-bad.html' title='my bad!!!!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-2091346647686297644</id><published>2010-06-20T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:55:25.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this weekend was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet!!! danielle and I went to the movies. Always awesome. Then we went to the park to have our own photoshoot!! Some of the pictures are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7gIg9BLEI/AAAAAAAAADs/TTgAP0AmxzA/s1600/one+crazy+night+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485067833073282114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7gIg9BLEI/AAAAAAAAADs/TTgAP0AmxzA/s200/one+crazy+night+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485067815920354290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7gHhDcQ_I/AAAAAAAAADc/E7wjjAiJt4s/s200/one+crazy+night+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485067824964796546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7gICvzgII/AAAAAAAAADk/MV01-4R0zJo/s200/one+crazy+night+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485067806682530386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7gG-o-QlI/AAAAAAAAADU/AihCddTgUT4/s200/one+crazy+night+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than we went to Zoeys friends party and that was...... Sweet as well!!! we couldnt help it we had to take pictures. So......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hEGyGeSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UaDkfsz73_0/s1600/one+crazy+night+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068856840321314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hEGyGeSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UaDkfsz73_0/s200/one+crazy+night+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hDnL_KOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vGHusSD9RPc/s1600/one+crazy+night+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068848358959330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hDnL_KOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vGHusSD9RPc/s200/one+crazy+night+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hCr0qjMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FRw7NkqLiSI/s1600/one+crazy+night+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068832423447746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hCr0qjMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FRw7NkqLiSI/s200/one+crazy+night+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hBkx0ntI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XUYiM_1gotY/s1600/one+crazy+night+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068813352607442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7hBkx0ntI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XUYiM_1gotY/s200/one+crazy+night+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the night with a little hot water and NOT tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7h505op3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/cuv86vrq3-g/s1600/one+crazy+night+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485069779753019250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7h505op3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/cuv86vrq3-g/s200/one+crazy+night+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-2091346647686297644?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2091346647686297644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=2091346647686297644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2091346647686297644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2091346647686297644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-weekend-was.html' title='this weekend was....'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPZLbiOVrHE/TB7gIg9BLEI/AAAAAAAAADs/TTgAP0AmxzA/s72-c/one+crazy+night+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078775138138834940.post-2873575660410957218</id><published>2010-06-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:41:53.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post ever!</title><content type='html'>What does a mallard use to fix everything??&lt;br /&gt;duck tape!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would use a joke to start out my blog. thats just they way I am. Hopefully this blog last a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had work today. And its not like i dont like work, I just didnt like it today. It was cold and windy. There wasnt a lot of people there either which made it worse. Now i get to go practice for the girls camp program. And than I am so excited to go get stuff for girls camp with Danielle. Im so excited to get our prank stuff! i had to promise Shani that we wouldnt hurt anything while pranking. But since this is our last year, I think we are going to go crazy pranking. so everyone watch out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago we made a list of all the stuff we will need to get for all your pranks. i was looking at it a couple of days ago and i cant remember what we were going to use the stuff for. But the leaders gave us some good pranks to do. i dont think they hold back on their pranks. so for now Im going shopping and ill let you know how it goes at camp. This crazy year at camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3078775138138834940-2873575660410957218?l=meganmpyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2873575660410957218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3078775138138834940&amp;postID=2873575660410957218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2873575660410957218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3078775138138834940/posts/default/2873575660410957218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmpyle.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-post-ever.html' title='First post ever!'/><author><name>the awesomeness of megan!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11082201451118971253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HR_IxJvyRs/TzHFpt685-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eqoaLK-VktM/s220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
