<?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-564251602223505454</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:47:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyed Girl...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-1884359400532915778</id><published>2011-02-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:52:15.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico or bust!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at my parents house watching it rain and snow outside... I'm not impressed. I know that its February, but the weather has teased me so badly this week. Tuesday I sat outside on my stairs and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;read all day in the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with no jacket even! It was that warm! It was not fair that is snowed the next day... and that its now snowing... How does it go from 60 to 28 in 24 hours?! There is something very very messed up there. But what keeps me going through the cold icky weather? The fact that in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;13 days&lt;/span&gt; I will be on my way to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It will be warm and wonderful and I fully intend to take many books with me to read on the cruise ship in the sunlight! I just  have to figure out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;which books will be lucky&lt;/span&gt; enough to come. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-1884359400532915778?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1884359400532915778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=1884359400532915778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1884359400532915778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1884359400532915778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2011/02/mexico-or-bust.html' title='Mexico or bust!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-5218128454236704046</id><published>2010-06-10T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:07:28.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steal Magnolia…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TBHEjN5dHHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vx4qk7sXTxM/s1600-h/DSC_0002%20copy%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0002 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0002 copy" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TBHEjgRhydI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RwZkds8oLbM/DSC_0002%20copy_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I absolutely adore these new bushes they have at the temple!!! They are stunning, and I would have never guessed that they would actually live and survive in Logan! But my aunt assures me that they will. Its a type of Tulip Magnolia. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-5218128454236704046?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5218128454236704046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=5218128454236704046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5218128454236704046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5218128454236704046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/06/steal-magnolia.html' title='Steal Magnolia…'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TBHEjgRhydI/AAAAAAAAAZY/RwZkds8oLbM/s72-c/DSC_0002%20copy_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-419795580041132028</id><published>2010-06-08T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:54:06.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have noticed two things… One: I am really bad at blogging as of late (as of ever, actually) and Two: I haven’t taken many non-client pictures for a long time. So to work on both of these, I’m going to start at least posting a picture a day (disclaimer: if I actually do a real blog entry there may not be a new picture that day…) So here we go with picture #1.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I decided to take a walk today, funny thing is that I drove to my walk… But my walk had a different purpose than just exercisin&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TA8eaCwu-aI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Cg0uBrlrij0/s1600-h/DSC_0186%20copy%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0186 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0186 copy" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TA8ebJi1dkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mDy3R72QwzI/DSC_0186%20copy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g and getting out of my apartment. I live pretty close to down town Logan, the historic part of Logan. It has so many interesting pieces and I feel they are often taken for granted. I happen to love interesting light designs and this one is a winner. Look at all that detail! How in the world can someone walk by this everyday and not notice it? Truly stunning..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-419795580041132028?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/419795580041132028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=419795580041132028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/419795580041132028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/419795580041132028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures…'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TA8ebJi1dkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mDy3R72QwzI/s72-c/DSC_0186%20copy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-3051227870017736159</id><published>2010-06-07T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:25:31.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>View from my window…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TA3BW6_OnCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MBZT4TP5EtM/s1600-h/DSC_0144%20copy%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0144 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0144 copy" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TA3BXvlQIkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/l9qrFODQEMo/DSC_0144%20copy_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to say that I love the new apartment. A big part of the reason is that I get to this view most every night. Tonight was just a little bit better than the usual, because it had just finished raining when this stunning sunset showed up.&amp;#160; I absolutely LOVE it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, by the way, I moved. Not very far. Same complex, just different apartment. It faces West instead of East, which is how we were privileged with tonight’s picture. Also, I started a new job a few weeks ago at Procter and Gamble. They are opening a new plant in Bear River City, its a 40 minute commute. But I don’t mind it. The nice thing is that I drive passed my parents house to get to work, so I get to stop in and see them a few times a week. Its nice to see them more often, makes being away from them easier. Work is great, I love it and I’m learning so much.&amp;#160; I’m a plant technician, I get to do the maintenance on the machines and also work the product through the line. Its definitely a learning experience! I don’t think I studied this much all through college. The funny thing is that I have a degree in English… This is a job suited for an engineer… Haha! Definitely something my Michigan cousins would be better equipped at! Speaking of studying… my bed is calling. All this learning is wearing me out! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-3051227870017736159?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3051227870017736159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=3051227870017736159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/3051227870017736159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/3051227870017736159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/06/view-from-my-window.html' title='View from my window…'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/TA3BXvlQIkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/l9qrFODQEMo/s72-c/DSC_0144%20copy_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-2286676328712206263</id><published>2010-04-28T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:23:49.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basements and Neighbors… and dumb doors…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think someone has put a curse on me… in the past two days I’ve been “’locked out” three times. These are the first instances of me being locked out in the last 4 months of living here! Someone is really happy about locking my door. The first two times I was able to crawl through the window, thank goodness for basement apartments! My neighbor, Wylie, got a good laugh watching me crawl in on one of these occasions. Today the window was locked as well… so that meant one thing… go find Trevor… Trevor is amazing at credit carding doors, its a beautiful talent and I’m glad that he has it! I was very thankful for it today. He came over and within a few seconds I was back in my apartment. Let this be a lesson to you kids… always have a good looking neighbor that can card your door!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-2286676328712206263?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2286676328712206263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=2286676328712206263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2286676328712206263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2286676328712206263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/04/basements-and-neighbors-and-dumb-doors.html' title='Basements and Neighbors… and dumb doors…'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6173368860879078504</id><published>2010-04-25T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:50:54.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First… a little back story…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few months ago I bought a fish. A beta fish. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out a name for him, so he has been “fish with no name” Well… Today he got a name..For anyone that has not read The Hunger Games, I’m sorry if this is a spoiler for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So today after church I decided to clean my fish bowl. I went about my normal routine of filling a mug with new water for him to swim in while I cleaned his home and placed him in it (I was really surprised that it took less than five minutes to catch him, more like 2 seconds this time) Normally he is a pretty laid back fish, so I thought I’d be fine leaving him in the mug while the home teachers came. (Which it was a really good visit today.) Well, they were here for an hour, so when they had left I figured the new water in the bowl would be ready for the fish to be put back in. Small problem… I went to the mug and there was no fish in it. I checked the bowl to see if I had put him back in with out thinking about it… no fish… so then I figure he’s jumped out. No good! He’s not on the counter anywhere… so that leaves—the floor! Crap! The fish was lying in the middle of the floor! I thought for sure he was dead. I tried to pick him up and he jumped… good sign! He’s a fighter! (and I found out that beta’s don’t really need to get their oxygen from the water like other fish) So I put him back in the bowl and he started swimming around like nothing had happened. This earned him a name…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gale&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you have read The Hunger Games and Catching Fire you know that Gale is a strong person that wants to escape his environment and is willing to fight for change.(And he’s also tall dark and handsome…) Well, apparently my fish wanted to escape, and definitely is a fighter! So his name is Gale. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-6173368860879078504?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6173368860879078504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6173368860879078504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6173368860879078504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6173368860879078504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/04/suicidal-fish.html' title='Suicidal Fish'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-1045886163671493758</id><published>2010-03-14T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:51:41.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise kiss…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No by the title I didn’t get a surprise kiss, but question to all of you. Have you ever wanted to just randomly go up to some really good looking guy and kiss them just to see what the response was? I’m not talking about a quick peck, I’m talking full on passionate kiss on the mouth? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m beginning to think this is the only way that I’m going to break the friendship barrier with a few guys that I know, because I can only handle sitting on the side lines watching them go after girl after girl, while I stand there not knowing what to do to get their attention. And any thing I do try gets pushed aside as something that “cute, shy, Meg the friend” did… So warning to all you guys out there.., if you keep it up, you may get a slight surprise one day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-1045886163671493758?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1045886163671493758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=1045886163671493758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1045886163671493758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1045886163671493758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise-kiss.html' title='Surprise kiss…'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7075926886782006942</id><published>2010-02-11T22:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:58:19.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fact # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can’t sleep with Band-Aids on my fingers…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which is the reason that my finger hasn’t healed since I cut it, and also the reason I didn’t sleep last night. To all who may have encountered me today, I’m sorry if I was a wee bit moody… I blame it on the Band-Aids! (not on my fingers that like to play with the Band-Aids… even when they should be still and asleep).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-7075926886782006942?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7075926886782006942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7075926886782006942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7075926886782006942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7075926886782006942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-fact-3.html' title='Random Fact # 3'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-963018233576167786</id><published>2010-01-28T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:49:32.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooms Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;DUN DUN DUN… Yesterday, was the day. And now I can’t walk, because I’m now a member of a gym, and I have a “personal trainer” her name is Jenn, she’s really my friend that lives by me. She’s the one that got me to sign up for a gym, so I did. And I loved it, and I whined. Boy did I whine, I haven’t lifted weights since high school, so when Jenn wanted me to do squats a cringed and whined like a baby the whole time! “You want me to do how many squats?!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is talk of running a half marathon in August… That is a long time away, probably plenty of time to get ready, but I don’t know how game I am for that. We’ll have to see how that works out later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yours truly is now one of those people that goes to the gym, and I love it! So lets see how in shape I can get now… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Does that mean I have to give up my nerds and powdered doughnuts?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-963018233576167786?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/963018233576167786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=963018233576167786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/963018233576167786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/963018233576167786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/01/dooms-day.html' title='Dooms Day'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-5823794143942573465</id><published>2010-01-25T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:49:17.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, that is correct I got a new toy! A new laptop to be exact! So pretty, too! 17.3”, 500 gb hard drive, 4 gb ram. So amazingly beautiful! Perfect for editing pictures. So excited I could pee my pants, by I won’t, and I’m not going to apologize for saying that because I’m in love! And it has another great feature called windows live writer…which means… dun dun dun! I can write my blog from my desktop with out opening the internet browser, so for the lazy Joe like me it makes it easier and I might actually post once in a while! Hahaha… nice thought, eh?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-5823794143942573465?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5823794143942573465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=5823794143942573465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5823794143942573465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5823794143942573465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-baby.html' title='New Baby!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-8573271692999547526</id><published>2010-01-25T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:34:13.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That’ll Leave a Mark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So , funny story… Yesterday I got in my car to take some sugar cookies to my aunt, Cindy. Well apparently I was having an uncoordinated moment where carrying a plate of cookies and opening the car door was too much to concentrate on all at once (I was chewing gum, maybe that was the real downfall…)&amp;#160; I saw myself falling before I actually fell and all that was going through my mind was “SAVE THE COOKIES!!!” So what did it do? I threw them in the driver’s seat and slid as gracefully as one can on to the ice totally bruising my bottom ( I think I need to work on adding some more cushion to that bottom of mine… maybe lipo my tummy and thighs to my underside) I immediately started laughing, and laughed about it for the rest of the night. I did save the cookies, and no one, to my knowledge, saw. So now I have a bruised bottom and woke up with a random bruise on the back of my hand… I’m just going to attribute that to the fall… Is it possibly to get whiplash from falling on your butt on the ice?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-8573271692999547526?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8573271692999547526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=8573271692999547526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8573271692999547526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8573271692999547526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2010/01/thatll-leave-mark.html' title='That’ll Leave a Mark!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4488264180737387046</id><published>2009-12-31T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:12:27.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>Being a creative being myself, I had to share this video. Everyone has the ability to do great things, it just depends on how we decide to use our talents. I love this video, made from a talk given by Dieter F. Uchdorf, its so inspiring. (He's also one of my most favorite speakers, he always has a powerful message.)Since I have forgotten how to imbed video on here, click this link- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhLlnq5yY7k&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#watch-main-area"&gt;Creativity &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let the voice of critics paralyze you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-4488264180737387046?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4488264180737387046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4488264180737387046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4488264180737387046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4488264180737387046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/12/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-269454659532891711</id><published>2009-11-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:53:27.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss warmth...</title><content type='html'>Dear Snow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be friends on three conditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop being cold. 2. Be an element that people can drive in, 35 is not a speed I enjoy driving on the freeway. 3. Don't make it so the doors on my car and gas tank are frozen shut... it makes life very hard to get home and get gas. Work on those, and then we'll review your improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&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/564251602223505454-269454659532891711?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/269454659532891711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=269454659532891711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/269454659532891711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/269454659532891711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-warmth.html' title='I miss warmth...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4759891336101660383</id><published>2009-11-10T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:26:20.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer In Training.... KIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Svo63t4qEzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tJDSxay_Qro/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402695431868781362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Svo63t4qEzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tJDSxay_Qro/s200/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I haven't posted anything about the new &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I don't know how I forgot to do such a thing! Well maybe it was more of watching the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;evil child&lt;/span&gt; so that she doesn't have an accident in the house... or bite off my toe! Yes she has a toe fettish. And as all small things are, she's cutest when she's sleeping. And she is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;snuggler&lt;/span&gt;.  Every night she falls asleep on someone's lap. She's a bit spoiled. And well... She's just plain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stinking cute&lt;/span&gt;. All my good pictures are on my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the present moment Kit is two days shy of being 8 weeks old... and she is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sassy&lt;/span&gt;! If you tell her not to do something she often retorts with a sound that is very similar to a little kid talking back. But we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this puppy! This weeks newest thing with her is the laser pen. She chases the red dot all day long. I love it when she tries to bite at it and can't figure out why nothing is there. She's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; just cute&lt;/span&gt;! and I can't say that enough! She sounds like a lot of trouble, but apparently &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love trouble&lt;/span&gt; then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-4759891336101660383?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4759891336101660383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4759891336101660383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4759891336101660383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4759891336101660383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/11/killer-in-training-kit.html' title='Killer In Training.... KIT!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Svo63t4qEzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tJDSxay_Qro/s72-c/DSC_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-3848519707818204696</id><published>2009-11-10T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:09:43.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fact #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Svo2ko20ypI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Bnpt9sv11DM/s1600-h/DSC_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402690706054892178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Svo2ko20ypI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Bnpt9sv11DM/s200/DSC_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, kids, today's random fact is about how I eat candy... You can thank Dave at work for this one. I knew I did it, but this guy likes to tease me about how I eat. I'm pretty sure he would make fun of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meg's Candy Eating Rule...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candy that comes in small pieces that are of a variety of colors may not be eaten until it has been sorted. Yes, you heard that correctly. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorted into colors&lt;/span&gt;... After that the rules depend on the mood of the day. Sometimes I eat all of one color (usually the color that has the least amount or if its sweethearts the green ones get eaten first because I don't like them), sometimes I eat them so that there are always equal amounts of each color... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've pretty much always done this... I think there is a good chance that it was a learned thing from my mom, and also the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;small amount of OCD&lt;/span&gt; that runs in our family. I do slightly blame it on the movie "The Wedding Planner". Steve the doctor, when asked why he only eats the brown m&amp;amp;m's, replies," I figure they have less artificial flavoring because chocolate is already brown." That also helped prompt the sorting, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brown m&amp;amp;m's usually get eaten first&lt;/span&gt; for that reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-3848519707818204696?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3848519707818204696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=3848519707818204696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/3848519707818204696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/3848519707818204696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-fact-2.html' title='Random Fact #2'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Svo2ko20ypI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Bnpt9sv11DM/s72-c/DSC_0265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-1614961880552749235</id><published>2009-11-01T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:22:40.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>So I found this cake mold... my dad is a fireman... I thought it fit. So he got a fireman cake. He should be used to such things. I swear for every Birthday and Christmas since I can remember we have given him something that has to do with firefighting. This is mostly the reason that we could probably make a Christmas village with just firehouses. Why buy the rest of the village if the firehouse is different than the ones you already have? We have an extra "fire safe" village. And no, I looked already, Walmart doesn't have a firehouse in their village collection this year. I'll just have to take my business elsewhere for that item. (Shh... don't tell Walmar that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad got to have a pretty relaxing day after church, he watched tv in his room for a bit, while Mom made us steak and mushrooms. (Well she made it for him, but I love it too...) He got a 3 ton jack and a monetary donation from Grandma. And, another dinner at the restaurant of his choice! What a lucky man! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LCDmuruI/AAAAAAAAAVM/d2pN8Z5mCG4/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335501963374306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LCDmuruI/AAAAAAAAAVM/d2pN8Z5mCG4/s200/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LB54gJMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rAyC_4ODsMg/s1600-h/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335499353564354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LB54gJMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rAyC_4ODsMg/s200/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LBnIQLJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YIQyNm6oNik/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335494319352978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LBnIQLJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YIQyNm6oNik/s200/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LBSuNTeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6APjTRcq5uU/s1600-h/DSC_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335488841403874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LBSuNTeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6APjTRcq5uU/s200/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-1614961880552749235?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1614961880552749235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=1614961880552749235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1614961880552749235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1614961880552749235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Su5LCDmuruI/AAAAAAAAAVM/d2pN8Z5mCG4/s72-c/DSC_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6720452720548120952</id><published>2009-10-25T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:08:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SuUORWuadUI/AAAAAAAAATk/K-HHmRvH0Q4/s1600-h/meg5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was talking to my friend, Juanita, at work and was telling her how I had an idea to post random facts about me. Then I might actually have something to blog about... so this will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;random fact #1...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bkjphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;picture taken by Brianna Jensen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SuUOdGYoFZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pzi0mz8GBdY/s1600-h/meg5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396735621566305682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SuUOdGYoFZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pzi0mz8GBdY/s200/meg5-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love shoes. Love them. This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;an area where I excel at being a girl&lt;/span&gt;. I may not always be the most girly girl around, but when it comes to shoes, I'm 100% girly. One of my favorite stores is DSW. I'm so happy that we have one in Layton now, only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;45 minutes away from shoe bliss&lt;/span&gt;. The best part about shoes? They don't judge you. Seriously, no matter where I am in life, whether I'm having a crappy day or a stupendous day, my shoes accept me just the same. In particular I love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;high heels&lt;/span&gt;. I will be the first to admit that I'm not very talented in walking in them. But I love the sound of them. Walking on cement, tile, wood floors, there is just something about that sound that makes me feel important, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like I can conquer the world.&lt;/span&gt; I guess you can say that shoes are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my form of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that note, the other half of my random fact involving shoes... I don't particularly like to wear shoes... I know that is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;total contradiction&lt;/span&gt; to everything I just wrote, but its a bit true. As soon as I walk in the door my shoes are off. And all summer long I'm a flip flop girl. I hardly ever wear shoes in the summer. Its not that shoes aren't comfortable, its just that my feet might suffer from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seasonal claustrophobia&lt;/span&gt;. It's a hard life balancing the tomboy and the girly girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-6720452720548120952?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6720452720548120952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6720452720548120952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6720452720548120952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6720452720548120952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-facts.html' title='Random Facts'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SuUOdGYoFZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pzi0mz8GBdY/s72-c/meg5-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6791727207676237993</id><published>2009-10-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:10:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XOq7ZsHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gYVMwFzUZUg/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394915681933832306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XOq7ZsHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gYVMwFzUZUg/s200/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XOGJg-9I/AAAAAAAAASs/z21kZEw9HCI/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394915672060918738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XOGJg-9I/AAAAAAAAASs/z21kZEw9HCI/s200/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XN_tBKWI/AAAAAAAAASk/oe8foAO9zkQ/s1600-h/DSC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394915670330780002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XN_tBKWI/AAAAAAAAASk/oe8foAO9zkQ/s200/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XNkqyo3I/AAAAAAAAASc/JIgEiK_n08o/s1600-h/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394915663073682290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XNkqyo3I/AAAAAAAAASc/JIgEiK_n08o/s200/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my wonderful mom's birthday, and I'm sure that she is going to be so happy that I'm posting pictures... he he he! The ladies that I work with at Walmart did a beautiful job in the cake, and it tasted oh so yummy (for those of you who didn't know, buttercream frosting is one of my favorite foods- and yes it counts as a food). We love you Mom! Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-6791727207676237993?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6791727207676237993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6791727207676237993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6791727207676237993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6791727207676237993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/St6XOq7ZsHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gYVMwFzUZUg/s72-c/DSC_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4005001812608031888</id><published>2009-10-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:48:53.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-o-Lanterns?!</title><content type='html'>When asked about fall what do you think of? I think of two things, crunching leaves (one of my favorite sounds) and PUMPKINS! I love carving pumpkins. So when I was asked on a date to carve pumpkins, you bet I said yes! While they were all really cute pumpkins, mine and Wylie's was the best. Our redneck pumpkin turned out to look like Sloth from Goonies. I love the ears! And the teeth, Wylie came up with the teeth idea. The one next to it was a cute idea as well, the two people that made that pumpkin called it the "B" pumpkin because their names both started with B. It is cute! and the shapes are all B's. I never would have thought to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394166786928540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/StvuHPoV-pI/AAAAAAAAASM/_gd_pteQ1KM/s200/IMG00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/StvuHfGXuZI/AAAAAAAAASU/0N8ie-ySvC4/s1600-h/IMG00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394166791081015698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/StvuHfGXuZI/AAAAAAAAASU/0N8ie-ySvC4/s200/IMG00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then we have the cute pig made by Darla and Darren, it turned out way cool! I never would have thought to do that one either! Guess I should stick to my photography skills for my creative outlet! It was the perfect way to get me in the fall mood, now I just want to go jump in the leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-4005001812608031888?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4005001812608031888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4005001812608031888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4005001812608031888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4005001812608031888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/jack-o-lanterns.html' title='Jack-o-Lanterns?!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/StvuHPoV-pI/AAAAAAAAASM/_gd_pteQ1KM/s72-c/IMG00161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-1463882365901300537</id><published>2009-10-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:39:44.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I lay here, If I just lay here, would you lay with me and just forget the world?</title><content type='html'>My most favorite band is hands down Snow Patrol, and I've been kicking myself for not going to their last two concerts here. So even though I had to drive to Provo I bucked up and bought the tickets and went. I have a really good concert buddy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conly&lt;/span&gt; (believe it or not, he's really good to his little sister) and my friend Sarah, from work, and also my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Callen&lt;/span&gt; came with us. I LOVED it! Sadly I knew every song, except for one which is new, its called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGc2iT6X2_8&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Just Say Yes&lt;/a&gt;. And its so good, Snow Patrol has such a great sound that is uniquely theirs. And the lead singer is hilarious! A. They are from Ireland, so that makes me love them even more. and B. The dude is just random! During one of the slower songs people were waving their cellphones back and forth (because cellphones are the new lighters?), he looked out at the audience and said "You're cell phones look really funny... like little aliens... hello little aliens" and "We're very sorry to inform you that we have desecrated your tennis courts this morning. We are from Ireland, where it rains A LOT. Ever notice that there aren't any famous athletes from Northern Ireland? That is because it rains and we all stay indoors, and become musicians" I just thought it was funny that he said they desecrated the tennis courts with their playing. I have a bit of a crush on him now, so if any of you guys out there that might be reading this want to know how to get me to crush on you: 1. become Irish. 2. become a musician and form a band like Snow Patrol. 3. Make me laugh a lot. ... okay, step number three is the most attainable, I wont hold the rest against you. Normally I just see a band once, but I for sure will be seeing them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Stvo3buRqBI/AAAAAAAAASE/FBxQ757UOWg/s1600-h/IMG00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394161017738602514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Stvo3buRqBI/AAAAAAAAASE/FBxQ757UOWg/s200/IMG00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one looks blurry, but this is what it really looked like. They were going for the shadow effect I guess. This is now the background on my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Stvo2wTFFoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/t9W_uU83YyM/s1600-h/IMG00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394161006081808002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Stvo2wTFFoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/t9W_uU83YyM/s200/IMG00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; the snowflake. How could you have Snow Patrol without the snow flake? The last song they played is actually three songs they penned and combined into one. It has an animated video that goes along with it. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9I4uTRaA54"&gt;Its called The Lightning Strike&lt;/a&gt;. I could only find a live version of it, but it was really cool, the perfect encore piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-1463882365901300537?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1463882365901300537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=1463882365901300537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1463882365901300537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1463882365901300537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-lay-here-if-i-just-lay-here-would.html' title='If I lay here, If I just lay here, would you lay with me and just forget the world?'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Stvo3buRqBI/AAAAAAAAASE/FBxQ757UOWg/s72-c/IMG00146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-2428787257333605302</id><published>2009-10-16T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:17:58.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Photo Blog</title><content type='html'>So it has come to my attention that it may be time to separate my blog from the photography(yes Brianna, I got the idea from you doing it), so I have created a new blog. Please keep checking this one, but it will be mainly the mundane events of my life. If you want to check out the photos &lt;a href="http://www.meganallenphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-2428787257333605302?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2428787257333605302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=2428787257333605302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2428787257333605302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2428787257333605302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-photo-blog.html' title='New Photo Blog'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-726619086836509450</id><published>2009-10-14T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:01:43.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarves?!</title><content type='html'>So the other day, I was talking to a friend and we were talking about scarves... at the time I was thinking that they were a bit silly. Nay! I bought my first non-functional, purely "cute" scarf last night on a whim. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it!!! So I'm wearing it right now, just because I can! You know what I love about them? You can wear it with anything and it kind of dresses it up. Well maybe not sweats! So that is my post today, my silly silly post. So on that note I must appologize to the scarf community, I now understand the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-726619086836509450?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/726619086836509450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=726619086836509450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/726619086836509450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/726619086836509450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/scarves.html' title='Scarves?!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-3571770539083969047</id><published>2009-10-02T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:44:11.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burtons!</title><content type='html'>I live by the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUTEST&lt;/span&gt; Family! Well, they are moving this week and I'm going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss them&lt;/span&gt;. We did a family shoot last week and had so much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, and I still can't believe how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; their little boy's eyes are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqQUwzF0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/WEqa77i3OHI/s1600-h/burtons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqQUwzF0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/WEqa77i3OHI/s200/burtons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388181201623390018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqSCA0mhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8sOkPzxT3mQ/s1600-h/DSC_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqSCA0mhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8sOkPzxT3mQ/s200/DSC_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388181230950062610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqRlHUFRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Y4GbDZPLPvA/s1600-h/DSC_0868-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqRlHUFRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Y4GbDZPLPvA/s200/DSC_0868-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388181223192663314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqRDwdgvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/q26yKVKYd_k/s1600-h/forever+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqRDwdgvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/q26yKVKYd_k/s200/forever+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388181214238442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqQlu68mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g3iU2otN-SU/s1600-h/Ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqQlu68mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g3iU2otN-SU/s200/Ty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388181206178919010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-3571770539083969047?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3571770539083969047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=3571770539083969047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/3571770539083969047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/3571770539083969047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/10/burtons.html' title='The Burtons!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SsaqQUwzF0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/WEqa77i3OHI/s72-c/burtons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-5460789285954139422</id><published>2009-09-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:23:23.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Srrlj5K-E6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Idye5uy8AoM/s1600-h/tux+bis.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384868709279863714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Srrlj5K-E6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Idye5uy8AoM/s200/tux+bis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a sad day for my family. It came time to let our 13 year old dalmatian go. He'd been slowly declining in health and couldn't even really walk today. This is the first dog that we've had this long, most of our dogs end up finding new homes after we finish their championships. Tux was different, though, from day one he was ours. He was my mom's boy. One of her proudest moments was putting a Best in Show on him. He was a gorgeous dog, with so much personality! I don't think I've ever met a dog that was more sassy! It's a strange thing to think about him being gone, he's always been here, he was born in my basement when I was in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. Sometimes I thought my mom loved him more than she did us! He was a good dog, and its good that he isn't suffering any longer. So long Tuxedo. We'll miss your quirky personality, old man.&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/564251602223505454-5460789285954139422?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5460789285954139422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=5460789285954139422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5460789285954139422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5460789285954139422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-long.html' title='So long...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Srrlj5K-E6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Idye5uy8AoM/s72-c/tux+bis.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7345393325717016524</id><published>2009-09-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:21:02.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>Imagine if you will, that a brand new never been done before position gets created at work. And people think that you should put in for it, so you do. All you know about the job is that its a step higher than what you currently are and comes with a two dollar raise. So your managers conduct interviews and select the seven people needed to fill the position. You are one of them. But what di you say when people ask you what your job is?! Even more important what do the managers say when you ask them what your job is? Want to here the response that I got for the last month to the last question? "You're kind of like an assistant manager, but not. It doesn't matter though, you'll do great." Does this tell me anything about what I'll be doing?! Heck no! Well today I went to training, and I finally feel like I know what my job is, and that I can actually accomplish it. But don't ask me to describe it just yet! Give me a week or two to put all those words together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like I've had a breaking point and I'm not having to wander around being totally lost now. Everything is starting to come together, and not just at work either! It's such a good feeling! All I can say is FINALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-7345393325717016524?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7345393325717016524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7345393325717016524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7345393325717016524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7345393325717016524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-8405136644763768484</id><published>2009-09-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:50:21.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Tour, Smash up, and Wolverine...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was quite the busy day! I'm not sure I've had one quite so busy in a really long time. We started out the day by going to Salt Lake for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dew Tour&lt;/span&gt; to watch the BMX finals. It was pretty sweet, we got lots of free stuff, or "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;swag&lt;/span&gt;" as Conly referred to it. We saw some pretty cool new tricks. I don't really know that much about BMX, but it was really fun to watch. So that got over about 3:30, we had tickets to stay all day and watch the skate boarding finals, but they pushed the time back from 5:00 to 7:30. We did really have anything to do for four hours so Conly, Kyle, and I decided to make the treck home, normally you don't think of the hour drive to SLC as a treck really, but Jean-Claude Grand Am was having a bad day (that is Conly's car). It took more like 1.45 hours or so to get home... driving a good chunk of the way at 30 mph. But luckily we got home in time for me to jump in my car with the movie projector and drive to Logan to watch the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;demolition derby&lt;/span&gt; with some of my friends from the 25th ward. It was primarily a truck derby so we saw some pretty good hits. We even saw a suburban get rolled. It was pretty cool.  After that we went to Trevor's house to watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt; (who informed me that everyone has a thing for Hugh Jackman- I have to agree with that). Just as everyone was getting to his house from the derby it started raining. Blah! So we moved inside and played wii for a bit. I didn't beat anyone at tennis, but I did pull from behind and beat Trevor at mario kart- the one game that I actually excell at!  So after a while the rain stopped and we set up the projector outside on the side of their cinderblock shed. It worked really well! Such a great movie, the best line is "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think there is a naked man in our barn&lt;/span&gt;". Yeah, I can totally appreciate Hugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't a very exciting post, but I'm tired! lol. No that was not whining, there is no whining in this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at church today I was released from my calling, but not as me... the councilor read off the names, "Justin Allred, Adam Young, Megan Allred... please show a vote of thanks..." Justin looked at me and gave me the "how you doin'" nod. It was so funny! The bishop let the councilor know that my last name is Allen, and it was fixed, but oh it was funny! He did come appologize to me later.  I just laughed and said that it was okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-8405136644763768484?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8405136644763768484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=8405136644763768484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8405136644763768484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8405136644763768484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/09/dew-tour-smash-up-and-wolverine.html' title='Dew Tour, Smash up, and Wolverine...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7767036243718971077</id><published>2009-09-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:24:01.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is coming!</title><content type='html'>Even though I don't really like that it's starting to cool off, I'm getting excited to take fall pictures. Here is one that I took while we were camping in Idaho last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq2192EbDZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o1hFGpx00DE/s1600-h/DSC_0017+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381157203868323218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq2192EbDZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o1hFGpx00DE/s200/DSC_0017+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So things have been changing a bit. I spent most of last week in Logan training for my new position at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. I am the Zone Merchandise Manager of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homelines&lt;/span&gt; and entertainment at the Perry store. It will be a good change and I'm looking forward to the challenge. I will basically be in charge of getting all the merchandise in and making features for the departments under me. Also, I gain a lot of responsibilities that Assistant Managers have without me becoming salary. It's a new position that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; just created, so not all of us are quite sure what the job entails.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also want to say congratulations to my friend Kim Purcell, she just got engaged last weekend to Jared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Iverson&lt;/span&gt;- a really great guy that treats her so wonderfully! I wish you the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-7767036243718971077?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7767036243718971077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7767036243718971077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7767036243718971077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7767036243718971077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-is-coming.html' title='Fall is coming!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq2192EbDZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o1hFGpx00DE/s72-c/DSC_0017+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4629075396199233770</id><published>2009-07-08T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:15:09.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUm0ulYKZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3pjGeSt_qKE/s1600-h/kim17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356230019126929810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUm0ulYKZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3pjGeSt_qKE/s200/kim17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUm0TBaf-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pQqpPV74_zQ/s1600-h/kim15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356230011728330722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUm0TBaf-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pQqpPV74_zQ/s200/kim15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUmzpqM3GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_fRDZ337bm4/s1600-h/kim12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356230000625114210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUmzpqM3GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_fRDZ337bm4/s200/kim12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUmzclFqrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xSkKwzV-8Is/s1600-h/kim11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356229997114010290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUmzclFqrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xSkKwzV-8Is/s200/kim11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUmyw5wCCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/97OpxiAXEK4/s1600-h/kim9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356229985389512738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUmyw5wCCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/97OpxiAXEK4/s200/kim9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226779759485970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj4K__pBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4lwR1bbrCrM/s200/kim7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj3nXIJwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O5quy7xEzc0/s1600-h/kim4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226770192836354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj3nXIJwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O5quy7xEzc0/s200/kim4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj3G1YpBI/AAAAAAAAAME/dBaiZAI0ap0/s1600-h/kim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226761461376018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj3G1YpBI/AAAAAAAAAME/dBaiZAI0ap0/s200/kim2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj2xPm9II/AAAAAAAAAL8/7FaFFfWTJj4/s1600-h/DSC_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226755665785986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj2xPm9II/AAAAAAAAAL8/7FaFFfWTJj4/s200/DSC_0253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj2Wme19I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QcG_9I9eT7I/s1600-h/kim18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226748513966034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUj2Wme19I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QcG_9I9eT7I/s200/kim18.jpg" /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-4629075396199233770?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4629075396199233770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4629075396199233770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4629075396199233770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4629075396199233770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SlUm0ulYKZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3pjGeSt_qKE/s72-c/kim17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7589873596888260368</id><published>2009-05-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:22:18.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER... baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we did a fun little shoot of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zeke&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SguMPh_K2wI/AAAAAAAAALs/kP9YjE_tT74/s1600-h/DSCF7845.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335512381999733506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SguMPh_K2wI/AAAAAAAAALs/kP9YjE_tT74/s200/DSCF7845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This was his mom, Alashandra's, favorite. I think its the only one that Zeke wasn't trying to eat the penguin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SguMPWurYfI/AAAAAAAAALk/CrrqGo0epIk/s1600-h/DSCF7827-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335512378977772018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SguMPWurYfI/AAAAAAAAALk/CrrqGo0epIk/s200/DSCF7827-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one is definately my favorite from the day, the black and white made it so stinking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335512376201975474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SguMPMY4FrI/AAAAAAAAALc/jnd-MA0KDCI/s200/DSCF7820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was really cute, I wish it showed more of the superman emblem, but it still turned out really nice. Zeke sports the superman cape well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/564251602223505454-7589873596888260368?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7589873596888260368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7589873596888260368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7589873596888260368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7589873596888260368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-baby.html' title='SUPER... baby?'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SguMPh_K2wI/AAAAAAAAALs/kP9YjE_tT74/s72-c/DSCF7845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7050731023311195206</id><published>2009-05-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:42:54.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights... Camera... (I'm not finishing this cliche!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I decided to by some lighting and backdrops. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ebay is a wonderful place&lt;/span&gt;. I found a great deal and now I'm the proud owner of a whole lighting set! And let me tell you it is so much fun! My friend Kim came over to help me play with it. She was my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;test subject&lt;/span&gt;, and it was so much fun! Kim recently returned from her mission to Ohio, so she told stories and I snapped the camera, we even got a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;penguin&lt;/span&gt; that I made in on the deal!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VCVJtBdI/AAAAAAAAALU/rXCoZlotE7E/s1600-h/DSCF7764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331440663658300882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VCVJtBdI/AAAAAAAAALU/rXCoZlotE7E/s200/DSCF7764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VCIEhHXI/AAAAAAAAALM/SoOe8VrljFQ/s1600-h/DSCF7796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331440660146888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VCIEhHXI/AAAAAAAAALM/SoOe8VrljFQ/s200/DSCF7796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VBwi9jZI/AAAAAAAAALE/dVU5RxPh0Y8/s1600-h/DSCF7784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331440653832129938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VBwi9jZI/AAAAAAAAALE/dVU5RxPh0Y8/s200/DSCF7784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VBhO1d0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/R6wI2mZFxFY/s1600-h/DSCF7789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331440649721182018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VBhO1d0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/R6wI2mZFxFY/s200/DSCF7789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-7050731023311195206?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7050731023311195206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7050731023311195206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7050731023311195206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7050731023311195206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/05/lights-camera-im-not-finishing-this.html' title='Lights... Camera... (I&apos;m not finishing this cliche!)'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0VCVJtBdI/AAAAAAAAALU/rXCoZlotE7E/s72-c/DSCF7764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-2940117880451852909</id><published>2009-04-20T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:31:50.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for the way you look at me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cousin TyAnn got married April 17th, she (and her wonderful photographer) were nice enough to let me play with the camera. It was the perfect day, and Ty was the perfect bride, she was absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stunning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDoIa-WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h9zPpJXXaF4/s1600-h/Ty8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331434088863299938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDoIa-WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h9zPpJXXaF4/s200/Ty8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDdYCmqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VMgq7b192PE/s1600-h/Ty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331434085976021666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDdYCmqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VMgq7b192PE/s200/Ty6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDDBUlGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/C_ruDUjnK-0/s1600-h/Ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331434078901408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDDBUlGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/C_ruDUjnK-0/s200/Ty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331434093531438034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PD5hZG9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AhuUt2eChJg/s200/Ty9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/564251602223505454-2940117880451852909?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2940117880451852909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=2940117880451852909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2940117880451852909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2940117880451852909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me.html' title='L is for the way you look at me...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sf0PDoIa-WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h9zPpJXXaF4/s72-c/Ty8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-2115926807500990194</id><published>2009-04-19T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:43:49.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm really liking this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kidnapping&lt;/span&gt; people randomly and taking their pictures. Over conference weekend we actually had some really nice weather (not the usual raining icky stuff) so I texted Nicole during the afternoon session and picked her up soon after it ended, I love that I gave her like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;five minutes&lt;/span&gt; to get ready for a photo shoot! But the pictures turned out great! She is very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;photogenic&lt;/span&gt; and therefore makes my job super easy! She even took a turn with the camera and did a mini shoot of me, (she took my profile picture). I love that my camera is that easy to run and take such great pictures! So here are the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt; from the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7owcmvXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O4nNoha28ro/s1600-h/nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627661913963890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7owcmvXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O4nNoha28ro/s200/nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7ophyu_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZbyjXYGvqYQ/s1600-h/nicole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627660056673266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7ophyu_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZbyjXYGvqYQ/s200/nicole2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This one turned out really cool, its a big pillar at a church house in Garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7of4pldI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OO1I0uu1H0Y/s1600-h/nicole5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627657468188114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7of4pldI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OO1I0uu1H0Y/s200/nicole5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Colored walls make the coolest backgrounds. I can't believe I got her to make a "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7oP1BzTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/17zGhJ2H5j4/s1600-h/nicole7bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627653158030642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7oP1BzTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/17zGhJ2H5j4/s200/nicole7bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7nxiAulI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fF4gxNdbH-4/s1600-h/nicole8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326627645025204818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7nxiAulI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fF4gxNdbH-4/s200/nicole8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This one is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and PS for anyone wondering, I recently bought &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;lighting and backgrounds&lt;/span&gt;, so keep an eye out for some attempts at inside shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-2115926807500990194?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2115926807500990194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=2115926807500990194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2115926807500990194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2115926807500990194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/04/kidnapped.html' title='Kidnapped!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sev7owcmvXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O4nNoha28ro/s72-c/nicole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7079892115763481089</id><published>2009-03-31T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:34:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So... I'm starting on a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;photography business&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully soon I will get a website up. But for now, I will post some of my recent work. If you know of anyone that would like their pictures done, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;portraits, family, engagements&lt;/span&gt;, anything I would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to do it for them! Contact me for a price list and we can get some options going for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a recent shoot I did for my friend Stacy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1QVj02aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kiZHerW6Dgo/s1600-h/stacy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513402147920290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1QVj02aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kiZHerW6Dgo/s200/stacy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1QPWwbqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NRq0w6fZT50/s1600-h/stacy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513400482492066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1QPWwbqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NRq0w6fZT50/s200/stacy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1P9P0neI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kg3G2Rlq8Ec/s1600-h/stacy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513395621567970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1P9P0neI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kg3G2Rlq8Ec/s200/stacy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1PgyoHXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WkduBABZ7lk/s1600-h/stacy4bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513387982921074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1PgyoHXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WkduBABZ7lk/s200/stacy4bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1PlA4E3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIQiLBH2XQY/s1600-h/stacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513389116429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1PlA4E3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIQiLBH2XQY/s200/stacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/564251602223505454-7079892115763481089?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7079892115763481089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7079892115763481089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7079892115763481089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7079892115763481089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-day.html' title='Picture Day!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SdK1QVj02aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kiZHerW6Dgo/s72-c/stacy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6336290671313562645</id><published>2009-03-16T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:59:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ball!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So a little while ago, my good friend Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; to taunt me that he was going to a ball... wait, not just a ball... a masquerade ball! So I in turn told him that I wanted to go and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obliging&lt;/span&gt; and sent me the invite! Funny thing is, Jeremy and I were the only ones that really took the whole costume thing in to mind... (Stacy went with us, and had less than 24 hours notice to find something to wear, I think she did a pretty darn good job!) So after driving to Salt Lake we found ourselves in a "haunted" Baptist church... and yes there was a ghost tour and it was a bit too real for me! (especially in the catacombs, that was a bit too much for me, and I really felt that something didn't want us there). After that we just kind of chilled, played with Jeremy's sword (I wish I would have taken my camera in and got a shot of it!) and got some sweet pictures taken. And my mask totally kicked butt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRonUJEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7cAbxbkhLjs/s1600-h/masquerade.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985079978239042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRonUJEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7cAbxbkhLjs/s200/masquerade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Look at my freaking curly hair!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;, it doesn't look like that very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRZAbpPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/beUjW7RWR38/s1600-h/masquerade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985075788621042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRZAbpPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/beUjW7RWR38/s200/masquerade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Our sweet masks... made by yours truly! Yeah, I'm just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRDySeUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R9nv0eTG00Y/s1600-h/masquerade3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313985070092155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRDySeUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R9nv0eTG00Y/s200/masquerade3-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-6336290671313562645?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6336290671313562645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6336290671313562645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6336290671313562645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6336290671313562645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/03/ball.html' title='A Ball!!!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sb8RRonUJEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7cAbxbkhLjs/s72-c/masquerade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-8049965852919148005</id><published>2009-02-18T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:58:19.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg needs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok this is really funny and strange. To do this, you just type your name and needs in quotes in the Google search engine, as in "______needs". Whatever top 10 things pop up you type in your note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Meg needs a drink and to go to the bahamas and find a man.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Meg needs junk food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (it says that as I'm sitting here eating sweethearts...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Meg needs to work hard to maintain loyalty of fans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (I didn't know I had any fans! WOW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Meg needs a new leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Honestly this is true, I could use a new left leg, break it once and then its never the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Meg needs the ladies support right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Meg needs a gay boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Meg needs her butt kicked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (What did I do?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Meg needs your number because her psychopathic ex smashed her phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(this could only happen if I had an ex! so ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Meg needs new blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;  (apparently mine is bad :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Meg needs a pie in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; (Is this pick on Meg day?!)&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/564251602223505454-8049965852919148005?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8049965852919148005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=8049965852919148005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8049965852919148005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8049965852919148005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/meg-needs.html' title='Meg needs...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-508876232822469021</id><published>2009-02-09T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:54:05.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of advice...</title><content type='html'>So I have a bit of advice for everyone out there. When you are getting into a car covered in snow, make sure that your wipers are turned off and your door is closed before you start your car... Otherwise your car becomes filled with snow, and your butt gets a bit wet if you are sitting in the car... Just an idea. And yes, I did do this today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-508876232822469021?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/508876232822469021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=508876232822469021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/508876232822469021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/508876232822469021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2009/02/bit-of-advice.html' title='A bit of advice...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6098572375469029610</id><published>2008-11-30T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:00:32.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I realize that my last few posts, and this one are a bit late, and I know I'm a slacker, so we will all have to accept that! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So here it is, Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274596246157265106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMhVwHQCNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wpSM0PG0zi0/s200/DSCF2543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For some reason I got it in my head that I wanted to be a flapper. And this picture is really horrid, but honestly it looked better in real life, Conly must not take pictures well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274596256343448770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMhWWD03MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6ZFwvDacJCw/s200/DSCF2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some of our neighbor kids, I'm really not sure what any of them were supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274596305549686482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMhZNXgdtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SoLVYj0e_ng/s200/DSCF2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are our pumpkins, this was the first time that we have carved pumpkins in about five years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274596260588724754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMhWl3-ohI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hhAfnV3O3tk/s200/DSCF2554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This was the best pumpkin by far! Can you guess who carved it? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-6098572375469029610?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6098572375469029610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6098572375469029610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6098572375469029610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6098572375469029610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMhVwHQCNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wpSM0PG0zi0/s72-c/DSCF2543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4915413022125848107</id><published>2008-11-30T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:50:09.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20th! Mom's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my lovely mom. She turned 46 this year (even though she thought she was turning 46 last year). So this year we all took the day off work and chilled out around the house. That was the one thing she said she wanted, but we still had to buy her presents anyway! lol. I made her a german chocolate cake (her favorite), and we had dinner and cake. It was pretty fun day hanging out with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMXz9jcgII/AAAAAAAAAFk/WNCgrHIvrVo/s1600-h/DSCF2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274585770044981378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMXz9jcgII/AAAAAAAAAFk/WNCgrHIvrVo/s200/DSCF2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMXzVPdYbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RzNOTAzp8Fg/s1600-h/DSCF2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274585759223734706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMXzVPdYbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RzNOTAzp8Fg/s200/DSCF2518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMX0lEk72I/AAAAAAAAAFs/zdeV1jSQDls/s1600-h/DSCF2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274585780652928866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMX0lEk72I/AAAAAAAAAFs/zdeV1jSQDls/s200/DSCF2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/564251602223505454-4915413022125848107?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4915413022125848107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4915413022125848107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4915413022125848107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4915413022125848107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-20th-moms-birthday.html' title='October 20th! Mom&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMXz9jcgII/AAAAAAAAAFk/WNCgrHIvrVo/s72-c/DSCF2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-416598358270222196</id><published>2008-11-30T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:21:38.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMNTpHf8sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IiQ5GZWhlwU/s1600-h/DSCF2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274574219686965954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMNTpHf8sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IiQ5GZWhlwU/s200/DSCF2507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMNRa7CyYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EZSdyfja1sw/s1600-h/DSCF2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274574181516888450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMNRa7CyYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EZSdyfja1sw/s200/DSCF2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So every year we end up with a cat face spider somewhere on our house. My mom named the first one Pete, so now every time we find one we say "It's a Pete!!" This year I found Pete late in the year, he had a very good hiding spot, too. He chose the rain gutter in our backyard, right by a light. I don't like spiders, but I'm ok with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-416598358270222196?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/416598358270222196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=416598358270222196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/416598358270222196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/416598358270222196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/pete-iv.html' title='Pete IV'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMNTpHf8sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IiQ5GZWhlwU/s72-c/DSCF2507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-8260608699166520872</id><published>2008-11-30T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:20:40.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHqtIe-FI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ez_ijysTCnk/s1600-h/DSCF2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274568018832062546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHqtIe-FI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ez_ijysTCnk/s200/DSCF2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHp8PwiDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MqvpUJFIjcY/s1600-h/DSCF2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274568005709236274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHp8PwiDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MqvpUJFIjcY/s200/DSCF2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHpQoccbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jh8VJ6ELxl8/s1600-h/DSCF2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274567994001617330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHpQoccbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jh8VJ6ELxl8/s200/DSCF2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHocMlQhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MQ00DVLszaI/s1600-h/DSCF2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274567979926110738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHocMlQhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MQ00DVLszaI/s200/DSCF2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHnzIw0BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9ukf_bJKwns/s1600-h/DSCF2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274567968904237074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHnzIw0BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9ukf_bJKwns/s200/DSCF2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I went to the USU rodeo to watch my friend Ryan calf rope, sad thing is, he didn't make it to the finals so I didn't get to see him ride. The good thing is that he got to come sit by his wife and me and have some fun with our friends that just happened to show up. We also found a massive bug on our way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-8260608699166520872?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8260608699166520872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=8260608699166520872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8260608699166520872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8260608699166520872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/11/rodeo.html' title='Rodeo!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/STMHqtIe-FI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ez_ijysTCnk/s72-c/DSCF2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6374690953000716129</id><published>2008-10-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:10:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Marci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SObdSG6CDhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LjC7QNDC254/s1600-h/July+2008+and+Bear+Lake+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253129318535663122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SObdSG6CDhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LjC7QNDC254/s320/July+2008+and+Bear+Lake+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My family thought I was crazy for making them pull over and take this picture when we entered the beach at Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SObbb1Qe97I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LIoHHF6_K_0/s1600-h/July+2008+and+Bear+Lake+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I meant to post this clear back in July but here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of Parisi's Document Design class. To the man with purple hair, the man who was teaching a design class but didn't know how to turn on a computer, the man who wouldn't let his students design anything in color (I don't think he'd realized it was invented yet), the man whom Marci vented in many a blog, the man who made us redesign the same annoying pamphlet everyday for 12 weeks and then gave us B's, to the man who required us to buy a design book from 1980, this picture is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/564251602223505454-6374690953000716129?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6374690953000716129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6374690953000716129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6374690953000716129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6374690953000716129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-marci.html' title='For Marci...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SObdSG6CDhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LjC7QNDC254/s72-c/July+2008+and+Bear+Lake+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-8514534895953312239</id><published>2008-09-26T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:33:52.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop, drop, and roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today was a some what monumental day for the community of Tremonton... well not that monumental, but that is the word that is getting used today. The senior citizen building was burned down today. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gasp!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There is no need to gasp as it was a controlled burn by not just one but four fire departments. I was not able to be at the burning, as I was stuck in the wonderful world of Walmart all day (blah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history on the building:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Senior Citizen Center- its real name is Mckinley School aka "the old Mckinley" (as opposed to "the new Mckinley"- I went to elementary school at the new Mckinley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Really old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date of Death:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; September 26, 2008 Rest in peace yellow building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Events that happened in this building:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   -&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Voting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Concerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the student city council attempted to make this the "cool" thing to do- for some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;           reason the country folk never really caught on to this, could have something to do with it being&lt;br /&gt;           right next to the police department... hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;My grandma JoAnn was named &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mother of the year&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;I took &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;singing classes&lt;/span&gt; from Jan Rawlinson there (even though we all know I can't sing.)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;food pantry&lt;/span&gt; lived there&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;In elementary school we walked there to visit the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; every year, which was actually&lt;br /&gt;          pretty cool. There was a room that was set up like the classroom in Anne of Green Gables,&lt;br /&gt;          also one that was set up kinda western, I think it had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;jail cell&lt;/span&gt; in it, not sure about that&lt;br /&gt;          though. So it had a lot of old things that were donated by the town. Bad thing about it was it&lt;br /&gt;          was never really open to the community so not many people knew about it.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;My dad went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;elementary school&lt;/span&gt; there (he was born in 1960, and was the last 5th&lt;br /&gt;          grade class to go to school there, it was a really old building!).&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;broke my arm&lt;/span&gt; on a slide behind the building when I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment that is all that happened there, oh the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;old people kinda hung out&lt;/span&gt; there, hence the "senior" center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; OH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The coolest fact&lt;/span&gt; about this building is that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my Dad&lt;/span&gt;, the fireman and member of the last 5th grade class, was the only person that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;got to light the building on fire&lt;/span&gt;. Talk about a student's dream coming true (who cares if it was some 30 or 40 years late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second coolest fact&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I was one of the few people allowed passed the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;police tape&lt;/span&gt; to take pictures. (My dad is pretty cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of such a building here is a slide show of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;aftermath&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;in honor of something really old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47b132e07b3c9036/48dda3abefbc1c8c/47b132e05b7229a5/f94f6a1/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideroll.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a free photo slideshow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-8514534895953312239?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8514534895953312239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=8514534895953312239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8514534895953312239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8514534895953312239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-drop-and-roll.html' title='stop, drop, and roll'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-7303454557375617862</id><published>2008-09-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:58:28.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a hoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SN2TDCAGVjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ebQJifiDFPM/s1600-h/DSCF2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250514420870043186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SN2TDCAGVjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ebQJifiDFPM/s320/DSCF2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So we found an owl in my neighbor's tree... he didn't really enjoy the fact that I was trying to take a picture of him... I actually took several, but he slept through the majority of them, and then he decided to glare at me. (it could be a she...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-7303454557375617862?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7303454557375617862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=7303454557375617862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7303454557375617862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/7303454557375617862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/give-hoot.html' title='Give a hoot!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SN2TDCAGVjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ebQJifiDFPM/s72-c/DSCF2167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-2004539037343319114</id><published>2008-09-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:11:41.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAKES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So since I am currently the daughter of the relief society president in my ward, I "get" to partake in every activity that happens in the ward. My new favorite, though, is our new cake decorating class. It's only going to be once a month, but I'm practicing like crazy. And anyone who knows me knows that I never go half-in to things, yes I am currently purchasing anything that is related to cakes, and surfing the internet for more! You could say that I'm crazed... Well here is the first cake that I have done, I think its pretty ok for the first try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246306876530878962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SM6gTt5P6fI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pRvNQpuWJ6M/s320/DSCF2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246306868693622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SM6gTQss3lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QfaHPuZDHug/s320/DSCF2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-2004539037343319114?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2004539037343319114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=2004539037343319114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2004539037343319114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/2004539037343319114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/09/cakes.html' title='CAKES!'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SM6gTt5P6fI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pRvNQpuWJ6M/s72-c/DSCF2264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-5433248993718700834</id><published>2008-07-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:13:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday my beautiful, new, amazing camera came. I pretty much ran to the store to pick it up, and then got so distracted playing with it, that I was late for meeting my friend in SLC for the Sawyer Brown concert. Oops, but no worries, he saw my excitement and seemed to understand. If any one has seen me in my picture taking mode, they'd understand my love for this new machine. Here are a few pictures I took yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSy3QNtNI/AAAAAAAAACo/9HTri3B6d-I/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226236926365643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSy3QNtNI/AAAAAAAAACo/9HTri3B6d-I/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSzBZw5jI/AAAAAAAAACw/9R5ToSB62SU/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226236929090053682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSzBZw5jI/AAAAAAAAACw/9R5ToSB62SU/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSzSVOhXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-PGbgWGYWdQ/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226236933634426226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSzSVOhXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-PGbgWGYWdQ/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSzuvmR1I/AAAAAAAAADA/SiixT6CFbTI/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226236941261227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSzuvmR1I/AAAAAAAAADA/SiixT6CFbTI/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdS0D8Nx6I/AAAAAAAAADI/Wwk9sHIvoZw/s1600-h/DSCF1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226236946951292834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdS0D8Nx6I/AAAAAAAAADI/Wwk9sHIvoZw/s320/DSCF1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdWSsFnllI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3nggbYO4UeM/s1600-h/DSCF1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226240771659109970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdWSsFnllI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3nggbYO4UeM/s320/DSCF1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdWSxbl_XI/AAAAAAAAADY/4LqaE-UGLOg/s1600-h/DSCF1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226240773093457266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdWSxbl_XI/AAAAAAAAADY/4LqaE-UGLOg/s320/DSCF1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-5433248993718700834?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5433248993718700834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=5433248993718700834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5433248993718700834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5433248993718700834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-love.html' title='New Love'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SIdSy3QNtNI/AAAAAAAAACo/9HTri3B6d-I/s72-c/DSCF0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4941789261139935178</id><published>2008-06-04T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:13:43.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter/Spring Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here are some shots from me just playing around with my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://cs66.clearspring.com/o/47b132e07b3c9036/48477a389b3fe922/47b132e05b7229a5/1480c215/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideroll.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a free photo slideshow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-4941789261139935178?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4941789261139935178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4941789261139935178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4941789261139935178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4941789261139935178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/06/winterspring-shots_04.html' title='Winter/Spring Shots'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-5938971755816555573</id><published>2008-05-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:14:30.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Objects in the mirror are redder than they appear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz59cTVM9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/FUY0uI06HdU/s1600-h/IMGP6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205310103298061266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz59cTVM9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/FUY0uI06HdU/s320/IMGP6895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz59sTVM-I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZGMm5flmgRY/s1600-h/IMGP6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205310107593028578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz59sTVM-I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZGMm5flmgRY/s320/IMGP6896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz598TVM_I/AAAAAAAAACM/kZnysP95vtI/s1600-h/IMGP6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205310111887995890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz598TVM_I/AAAAAAAAACM/kZnysP95vtI/s320/IMGP6897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz5-MTVNAI/AAAAAAAAACU/QufMKNaoHEE/s1600-h/IMGP6898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205310116182963202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz5-MTVNAI/AAAAAAAAACU/QufMKNaoHEE/s320/IMGP6898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;For some unknown reason I've always had a fasination with auburn hair. I don't know if it's because auburn rhymes with Hepburn and I really love Audrey, amazing woman. Or that I'm not so secretly jealous of my younger cousin's auburn hair and his really cute freckles. Either way, it doesn't look good on me. I of course have a talent for forgetting that it doesn't look good on me and always turns out lighter than the box for some reason. This is all true for the most recent attempt, although I must say that the color itself is really quite amazing, it just doesn't look good on me. So at 8:45 May 28, 2008 I will be going to the store to purchase a dark chocolatey brown color to cover up the red. Next time I get this wild idea to dye my entire head red (highlights of red actually turn out beautifully) someone please remind me to listen to my mom when she says, "Now are you sure you want to do this? You have such pretty brown hair, just let it be brown."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&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/564251602223505454-5938971755816555573?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5938971755816555573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=5938971755816555573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5938971755816555573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/5938971755816555573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/objects-in-mirror-are-redder-than-they.html' title='Objects in the mirror are redder than they appear'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SDz59cTVM9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/FUY0uI06HdU/s72-c/IMGP6895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-6946680783126428495</id><published>2008-05-11T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:22:54.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So five years ago I was probably a junior in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. I do know that five years ago I was in Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gephart's&lt;/span&gt; psychology class, I'm not sure what this has to do with psychology, but she made us write a letter to ourselves that she would mail to us five years later, at the time I thought it was silly. Reading it now, I think it's funny, and kinda sad too. Here it is. And yes all smiley faces really occurred in the real letter. My comments on letter are in text...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dear Meg (in five years) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;----Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;es I'm a dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; April 28, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is my letter to you (me) that I wrote (am writing) for psychology, my (your) junior year. I am hoping that you (I) am doing well.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like how I clarify the tenses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hopefully you (I) have found a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt; return missionary and have settled down. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope, sorry!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know Mom was probably &lt;u&gt;VERY&lt;/u&gt; keen on him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt;. :) Gotta love Mom. She is great. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is great, an also determined to have cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; that live in the same town as her... meaning I can't leave!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;College is/was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; great. I hope you have settled on a career. I wonder what you (I) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; chosen. Landscaping? Physical therapy? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dentistry&lt;/span&gt;? Whatever it is I hope you (I) love it.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't remember wanting to be a dentist... maybe it was a random career that day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; mate- or any guy you (I) am dating- is he everything we dreamed of? Does he make you laugh everyday? Is he kind? Does he honor his priesthood? Can he/did he take you to the temple? Does he love kids? Does he respect your (my) dreams? Let's hope he isn't a geek- Mom would have to kill us! :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If only, If only... I love how much I know at such a young age what my mother expected from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So how is the family? Did you (I) go to the same college as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Conly&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Were we there at the same time?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I bet some nice girl has him wrapped around her finger. He always falls hard for those silly girls. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He does, but no luck yet, still too shy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I bet Dad is still fighting fires and Mom is still showing dogs.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt; I wonder if she will ever get down to two. :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They probably still live in the same house and Mom probably got sick of your purple room. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She painted it green about a year ago... you actually consented, although you wouldn't have if you knew that it would later look like baby poop green in certain lights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Did you (I) ever figure out how to be organized? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mom really thinks I am a mess. There is just no time to be clean and tidy, and anyway, it is my nature to be messy! :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Disclaimer: I'm a clean person, just not super tidy and organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Look at how I'm justifying things. I probably still do that and you (I) probably over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;analyze&lt;/span&gt; things still. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's the bane of my existence to this day, even had an issue of that today! Stupid over analyzing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So what's become of your (my) friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; They all got married...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And is Jesse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Munns&lt;/span&gt; still a friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Conly&lt;/span&gt; and the family?&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hope he is. Your (my) cute guy is probably a lot cuter than him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can you tell I had a crush on Jesse and wanted to marry him, but he was too stupid to notice, that's okay now, I grew out of the Jesse liking phase pretty fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well, I can't think of anything else. Bye. Have a good life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Meg :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Holy lots of smileys!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;P.S. Are you still friends with Ryan Silvester? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No crush on this boy, he was just my best friend and was sitting next to me at the time, he wanted me to add that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-6946680783126428495?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6946680783126428495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=6946680783126428495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6946680783126428495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/6946680783126428495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/letter-from-me.html' title='Letter from me'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-1010346325770369144</id><published>2008-05-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:30:18.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And she is gradumacated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holy Crap... I graduated. I am now a college graduate. What the crap do I do now? I'm finding it to be a strange feeling, I have so much uncertainty of what I should do now. I know that I should really look for a real job now, I'm ready to be done with Walmart, but I really like using it as a security blanket at the moment. This is just one of those big steps that I'm feel so inept upon taking.&lt;br /&gt;Graduating was really great, Conly and I got to graduate/walk at the same ceremony. I loved looking down at my mom as she took pictures of me crossing the stage. I did really well with the water works too, until they had us stand up and thank our parents forsupporting us by round of applause. I found my mom in the crowd, and once again the waterworks that she so willingly passed down to me started up! I have the greatest parents and brother, they are always there for me no matter what I do. From ballet recitals (which were pretty sad since I always turned the opposite direction of all the other ballerinas) to coaching softball teams, my parents were always there, and for this I am very thankful. It sounds very cliche, but I really couldn't have done it without them.&lt;br /&gt;So with that, here are the lovely pictures from graduation!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOS6eHNI/AAAAAAAAABU/oHS2JuWRrGU/s1600-h/IMGP7781.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904082510945490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOS6eHNI/AAAAAAAAABU/oHS2JuWRrGU/s320/IMGP7781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The Graduates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOi6eHOI/AAAAAAAAABc/HqIxQBs0z8k/s1600-h/IMGP7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904086805912802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOi6eHOI/AAAAAAAAABc/HqIxQBs0z8k/s320/IMGP7783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt; The Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOy6eHPI/AAAAAAAAABk/SsKTKw0EDqg/s1600-h/IMGP7785.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904091100880114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOy6eHPI/AAAAAAAAABk/SsKTKw0EDqg/s320/IMGP7785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Me, Grandma, Con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904095395847426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqPC6eHQI/AAAAAAAAABs/7WrIqNXeR2o/s320/IMGP7800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before graduation I couldn't have told you that she was the head of the English department, but I got to shake her hand as I crossed the stage (then I promptly had to ask someone who she was when I sat down- still couldn't tell ya her name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqPS6eHRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T0yUg7C-9aE/s1600-h/IMGP7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904099690814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqPS6eHRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T0yUg7C-9aE/s320/IMGP7811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Jeremy and I showing off the "covers" that our diplomas will go in once they are sent to us, cross your fingers that we actually pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-1010346325770369144?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1010346325770369144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=1010346325770369144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1010346325770369144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1010346325770369144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-she-is-gradumacated.html' title='And she is gradumacated'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SCKqOS6eHNI/AAAAAAAAABU/oHS2JuWRrGU/s72-c/IMGP7781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-4900472287751757254</id><published>2008-04-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:36:25.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot topic should have an age limit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SALtxlglVRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LeAxjb18i5U/s1600-h/SP_A0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188971156822381842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SALtxlglVRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LeAxjb18i5U/s320/SP_A0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I have come to the conclusion that people should not be able to shop at hot topic once they reach the age of 30. It would be a very nice thing to go with that eventful birthday. People will now be asked to present ID when entering this store. All because of one woman at the Jimmy Eat World concert I attended in Idaho this weekend... besides the massive amount of emo kids, there was the one woman that stood out to everyone. Imagine a 38 year old wearing a denim skirt that was more the size of a belt than a skirt, a white spaghetti strapped shirt, bleach blonde hair, black and white striped where's waldo tights along with matching gloves that had no fingers, and 4" black stiletto hooker boots, this is exhibit A of why there should be an age restriction. Exhibit B was her 6 year old daughter that was dressed the exact same way! After they plopped down in the seats in front of us, the mother turned to her friends and said "I'm going to get Maddy a t-shirt!" They come back several minutes later with the daughter wearing a new paramore t-shirt, the mother then turns to the daughter and says, "I'm so glad that we got you that t-shirt, I didn't like you running around in that tank top." ... Can I tell her that I didn't like her running around in her tank top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So all in all the concert was really good, practically amazing, all except for I tried my hardest to watch Paramore, but the crazy where's waldo lady was "dancing" all over the place so I didn't get to see any of it. But I did get to see all of the wonderful band that I went to see, Jimmy Eat World was pure genious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SALtxlglVSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1UmZrdjBOQ0/s1600-h/SP_A0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188971156822381858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SALtxlglVSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1UmZrdjBOQ0/s320/SP_A0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&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/564251602223505454-4900472287751757254?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4900472287751757254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=4900472287751757254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4900472287751757254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/4900472287751757254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-topic-should-have-age-limit.html' title='Hot topic should have an age limit...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/SALtxlglVRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LeAxjb18i5U/s72-c/SP_A0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-8302991405681606879</id><published>2008-04-07T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:37:44.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't quit your day job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the girl with the phone upstairs,&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;Hello, I know that you are a very nice person and all, but I was just wondering if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nocturnal&lt;/span&gt;. You see my room is directly below yours, and I hear your conversations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;, you know, the ones that last until 3 a.m. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;. Have you been introduced to sleep? If not, sleep is my friend I could make you an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;. I guess the phone is better than the concert/clapping fest you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; once a week. Is your boyfriend taking lessons? He might want a refund. Don't get me wrong I LOVE music, but not so much at 3 a.m. and not from a guy that can't sing a life performance worth beans...It's not so much fun then. Nada. If you need help getting to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; does have some wonderful sleep aids.&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;Thank you, and goodnight, I'm going to find my earplugs.&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/564251602223505454-8302991405681606879?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8302991405681606879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=8302991405681606879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8302991405681606879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/8302991405681606879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-quit-your-day-job.html' title='Don&apos;t quit your day job...'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564251602223505454.post-1852682665780194662</id><published>2008-03-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:37:13.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Model?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I got this email today on my myspace from a lady, a talent scout, that saw my picture and me to work with her agency... How weird is that? I'm not sure what I think of the idea, I think it would be a lot of fun. It's one of those secret fantasies of mine that I never really thought could happen, but what if it could? I know nothing big would come of it, but it could be kinda fun to be a model for something, maybe a small commercial or something, just to say I'd done it. It makes me wonder just how crazy these people could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564251602223505454-1852682665780194662?l=memmenkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1852682665780194662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564251602223505454&amp;postID=1852682665780194662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1852682665780194662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564251602223505454/posts/default/1852682665780194662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memmenkay.blogspot.com/2008/03/model.html' title='Model?'/><author><name>memmenkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14335342371579307286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFUnsxxd4oM/Sq21YgW9RwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wsCjAL3iAGY/S220/DSC_0514+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
