<?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-7905052557426382701</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:55:35.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Megan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5433021649698255826</id><published>2008-12-23T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:42:46.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using a new blog for real this time.  It's meganleewallace.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should read about my life there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5433021649698255826?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5433021649698255826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5433021649698255826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5433021649698255826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5433021649698255826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5730691249241538703</id><published>2008-11-09T01:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:22:11.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SRaBaiXcNWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/P7MyPGVt_Q4/s1600-h/obit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266539107158078818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SRaBaiXcNWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/P7MyPGVt_Q4/s400/obit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the saddest secret that I've seen in awhile...also, very sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5730691249241538703?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5730691249241538703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5730691249241538703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5730691249241538703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5730691249241538703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/11/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SRaBaiXcNWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/P7MyPGVt_Q4/s72-c/obit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-2134253861332917855</id><published>2008-11-08T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:07:05.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten most desired careers</title><content type='html'>The other night Sam brought up the fact that she has a top ten list for careers she wants....This is mine in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hair Stylist&lt;br /&gt;2. Cake Decorator&lt;br /&gt;3. Chef at a fancy restaurant (or on the Food Network)&lt;br /&gt;4. Model (I'm aware that they probably wouldn't take me...it's cool)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cruise Director&lt;br /&gt;6. Massage Therapist&lt;br /&gt;7. Bartender&lt;br /&gt;8. Wedding Planner&lt;br /&gt;9. Missionary&lt;br /&gt;10. Nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very random list...I know.  I especially like the coexistence of numbers 7 and 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-2134253861332917855?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/2134253861332917855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=2134253861332917855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2134253861332917855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2134253861332917855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-ten-most-desired-careers.html' title='Top Ten most desired careers'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5752162093357577930</id><published>2008-10-31T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:57:46.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to try out a new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrswallace.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5752162093357577930?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5752162093357577930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5752162093357577930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5752162093357577930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5752162093357577930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-1540156152743053224</id><published>2008-09-29T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:27:59.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time since I posted</title><content type='html'>Postive things in my life:&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been so long since I wrote in here that you don't know (if you stalk me and aren't a real friend):&lt;br /&gt;+I'm engaged&lt;br /&gt;+I get my engagement ring back after 2 weeks of repair today&lt;br /&gt;+I went on a the fall retreat this weekend and had a surprisingly great time&lt;br /&gt;+I am starting to really enjoy the leadership team of my chapter&lt;br /&gt;+Troy's mom got me the best scarf ever&lt;br /&gt;+I know that someone got me a crockpot...Because she basically told me.&lt;br /&gt;+I got to bake a cake with Emily yesterday and it was awesomely delicous.&lt;br /&gt;+I get to see Laura Lund, Laura Lego and Troy often&lt;br /&gt;+Sara Dundon and Maryn Ewasyshyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative things in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Troy's birthday was exactly a week ago and I am celebrating it with him today, I don't like what I'm giving him.&lt;br /&gt;-I have these crazy rashes all over my body and I don't what they're from or how to stop them&lt;br /&gt;-I really miss my family and I want to see my niece really bad. As well as others.&lt;br /&gt;-I only get to see Laura Lund, Laura Lego and Troy often...nobody else...which is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss Sam, Faren and Steph&lt;br /&gt;-I have no cell phone&lt;br /&gt;-I was sick and am lacking in money because of it.&lt;br /&gt;-planning a wedding is stressful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-1540156152743053224?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/1540156152743053224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=1540156152743053224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1540156152743053224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1540156152743053224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time since I posted'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-1118323923167702139</id><published>2008-06-04T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:15:41.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life at LT</title><content type='html'>Hi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, LT is entirely different from last year.  It's been somewhat hard being here...I won't go into the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job as a waitress by a pool at a Marriott Hotel here.  It's pretty sweet money and I work with really fun people.  Steph and Faren work with me.  It's a lot of fun to go to work together all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair...and it turned black.  I'm not kidding. It was supposed to be dark brown...nope!  It's kinda sad and humorous all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-1118323923167702139?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/1118323923167702139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=1118323923167702139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1118323923167702139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1118323923167702139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-at-lt.html' title='My life at LT'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-2089608623025414171</id><published>2008-04-29T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:54:05.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks need lovin' too, durn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaBNHCt4I/AAAAAAAAA5M/dhTiySqFYww/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194649303196546946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaBNHCt4I/AAAAAAAAA5M/dhTiySqFYww/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaB9HCt5I/AAAAAAAAA5U/2uJm2QIyKsw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194649316081448850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaB9HCt5I/AAAAAAAAA5U/2uJm2QIyKsw/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaDNHCt6I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Z0U_MP5la3k/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194649337556285346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaDNHCt6I/AAAAAAAAA5c/Z0U_MP5la3k/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our date last night, Troy and I went and fed bread to duckies on campus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it...I would say we fed a good 7 ducks or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-2089608623025414171?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/2089608623025414171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=2089608623025414171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2089608623025414171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2089608623025414171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/04/ducks-need-lovin-too-durn-it.html' title='Ducks need lovin&apos; too, durn it!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/SBcaBNHCt4I/AAAAAAAAA5M/dhTiySqFYww/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-888900595179018594</id><published>2008-04-14T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:13:57.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This feels really weird</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started packing to move out yesterday...It sounds weird because I don't move into my apartment with Laura Lego until July 27th but the last day of LT is July 26th so I only have a few weeks before I need to be all packed up.  It's kind of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, I am really really excited and ready to move out, it's kinda sad at the same time.   I am going to miss the little interaction that I do actually have with my parents while living here.  Let's be honest...I'm freakin' out a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-888900595179018594?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/888900595179018594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=888900595179018594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/888900595179018594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/888900595179018594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-feels-really-weird.html' title='This feels really weird'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4892149239912180119</id><published>2008-04-09T21:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:48:46.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Posts in one day...yay!</title><content type='html'>So, Sarah Mac sent out an e-mail with this stuff in it...and because I'm bored, procrastinating and don't feel good I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4 Jobs I've had in my life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Banquet server at the Kellogg Center&lt;br /&gt;2. "telefundraiser" (aka: beggar) for the American Cancer Society&lt;br /&gt;3. Damn Deli at Food Lion in Va Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. AMC Theaters- box office and concessions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 foods I'd eat for the rest of my life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Cheese quesadilla (I have no idea if I spelled that correctly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Green Bean casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 places I've lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Holt, Mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Virginia Beach, Va&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Lansing, Mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Your mom's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4 TV shows I like to watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. The Hills (I feel embarrassed to admit this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Unwrapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Cash Cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Ace of Cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4 Places I've been:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Rome, Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Nice, France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Hollywood, California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Niagra Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4 Places I'd rather be right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. My future apartment with Laura Lego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Heaven (this is really first...don't be deceived by the #2 spot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. LT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Ann Arbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4 things I look forward to this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Living with Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Meeting my niece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. LT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Weddings (in general)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-4892149239912180119?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4892149239912180119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4892149239912180119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4892149239912180119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4892149239912180119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-posts-in-one-dayyay.html' title='2 Posts in one day...yay!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-6724344308684087606</id><published>2008-04-08T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:30:50.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is boring</title><content type='html'>So, I never feel like I have anything to update you all on...I have kind of a boring life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was a major biatch! This week I am not...this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to Ann Arbor this weekend and visit my friends which made me really happy...it was just a much needed trip and I really enjoyed going with justin and steph. They're good people...it was a lot of fun to spend some time at New Life (Riverview's sister church in Ann Arbor). I really like that church and the city. I think I would move there in a heart beat as weird as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like my job at the Kellogg Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have been having an extremely difficult time with support raising. If you are reading this and you believe in a prayer, will you please pray for me? I still have a whole lot of money to raise and not a lot of time to do it and not a lot of people to talk to. I have anxiety about the whole situation...I really don't want to have anxiety and want to trust God...but, I do struggle with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for LT in exactly 32 days...which means that I move out of my parents home for good in 32 days. Because I move into my apartment the day after I come back from LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about my summer and really excited about the lives of people around me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-6724344308684087606?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/6724344308684087606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=6724344308684087606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6724344308684087606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6724344308684087606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-life-is-boring.html' title='My life is boring'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-3555134947366773433</id><published>2008-03-13T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:52:28.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's funny</title><content type='html'>So, last week we were down in Florida for Spring Break with Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were there our group went to Busch Gardens where I got this done :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R9mFhruC3kI/AAAAAAAAA38/9qJpOL_4odQ/s1600-h/n1005060087_30016134_5053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177316060357123650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R9mFhruC3kI/AAAAAAAAA38/9qJpOL_4odQ/s320/n1005060087_30016134_5053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it's amazing, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free's youngest child, Kaela (2) kept saying, "She's so funny" whenever she'd see my face.  It made me feel good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it just a little bit sad that it was the highlight of my spring break?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-3555134947366773433?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/3555134947366773433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=3555134947366773433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/3555134947366773433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/3555134947366773433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-funny.html' title='She&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R9mFhruC3kI/AAAAAAAAA38/9qJpOL_4odQ/s72-c/n1005060087_30016134_5053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-586200994928327223</id><published>2008-02-25T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:43:15.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hungry for cake</title><content type='html'>::mood:: cake&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;:: what this post is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel did this thing on his blog and now I'm doing it.  Yes, I'm a follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the task is to turn on my i-pod and put in on shuffle and see what the first 10 songs that come on are.  I don't know why this appealed to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prediction is that Norah Jones,  Sherwood, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt; Stevens will all come up at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Keep on the Sunny Side&lt;/em&gt;- O Brother, Where art thou? soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;In this Temple as  in the hearts of man for Whom He Saved the Earth&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt; Stevens&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Runaway&lt;/em&gt;- Cartel&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Ain't No Mountain High Enough&lt;/em&gt;- Marvin Gaye &amp;amp; Tammi Terrell&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Humble Me&lt;/em&gt;- Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Just Got Paid&lt;/em&gt;- *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NSYNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;To the Workers of the Rock River Valley Region...&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt; Stevens&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Over My Head (Cable Car)&lt;/em&gt;- The Fray&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Look After You&lt;/em&gt;- The Fray&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hitchin&lt;/span&gt;' A Ride&lt;/em&gt;- Vanity Fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, half of my predictions were correct.  And I'm a little disappointed with this list :( Man, I need better music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-586200994928327223?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/586200994928327223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=586200994928327223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/586200994928327223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/586200994928327223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-hungry-for-cake.html' title='I&apos;m hungry for cake'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-2903505024402030633</id><published>2008-02-20T16:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:03:09.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOO It are my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excellent but tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Addicted&lt;/em&gt; by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy just showed me this website that I love! It's called &lt;a href="http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;www.icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It's picture of animals (mainly cats) with funny sayings/captions.  I enjoy it very much.  Here are some good ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yh-83C-SI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wgMf_PhK_Tc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-bird-mouth-belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184575175457058" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yh-83C-SI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wgMf_PhK_Tc/s200/funny-pictures-bird-mouth-belly.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhxc3C-OI/AAAAAAAAA20/Hfk5sBjRr1I/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cats-wear-same-clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184343247223010" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhxc3C-OI/AAAAAAAAA20/Hfk5sBjRr1I/s200/funny-pictures-cats-wear-same-clothes.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhws3C-MI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t4aN66eUrZk/s1600-h/funny-pictures-invisible-wii-tennis-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184330362321090" style="CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhws3C-MI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t4aN66eUrZk/s200/funny-pictures-invisible-wii-tennis-cat.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhxM3C-NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Oi-_AF9K7O8/s1600-h/funny-pictures-invisible-segway-cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184338952255698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhxM3C-NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Oi-_AF9K7O8/s200/funny-pictures-invisible-segway-cat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhx83C-PI/AAAAAAAAA28/ONjSTAT_6NA/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-groceries-lightbulb-butt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184351837157618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhx83C-PI/AAAAAAAAA28/ONjSTAT_6NA/s200/funny-pictures-cat-groceries-lightbulb-butt1.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yii83C-TI/AAAAAAAAA3c/bHIickR57DM/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-bunny-toy-stolen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169185193650747698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yii83C-TI/AAAAAAAAA3c/bHIickR57DM/s320/funny-pictures-cat-bunny-toy-stolen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhRs3C-HI/AAAAAAAAA18/HgbM35hLz94/s1600-h/funny-pictures-unhappy-puffer-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183797786376306" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhRs3C-HI/AAAAAAAAA18/HgbM35hLz94/s200/funny-pictures-unhappy-puffer-fish.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhSM3C-II/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y4W6bYhSx78/s1600-h/funny-pictures-trombone-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183806376310914" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhSM3C-II/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y4W6bYhSx78/s200/funny-pictures-trombone-cat.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhS83C-JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/n9FHqsvv1oU/s1600-h/funny-pictures-mythbuster-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183819261212818" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhS83C-JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/n9FHqsvv1oU/s200/funny-pictures-mythbuster-cat.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhTM3C-KI/AAAAAAAAA2U/puT3q8cX-AA/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-toy-bathtub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183823556180130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhTM3C-KI/AAAAAAAAA2U/puT3q8cX-AA/s200/funny-pictures-kitten-toy-bathtub.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhTs3C-LI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2GqCviEKQEY/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kittens-eating-sweet-kittens-nom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183832146114738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yhTs3C-LI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2GqCviEKQEY/s200/funny-pictures-kittens-eating-sweet-kittens-nom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yh-s3C-RI/AAAAAAAAA3M/om3iuFKIQ18/s1600-h/funny-pictures-bird-steals-ice-cream-cone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184570880489746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yh-s3C-RI/AAAAAAAAA3M/om3iuFKIQ18/s200/funny-pictures-bird-steals-ice-cream-cone.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7905052557426382701-2903505024402030633?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/2903505024402030633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=2903505024402030633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2903505024402030633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2903505024402030633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/02/noooo-it-are-my-birthday.html' title='NOOOO It are my birthday!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R7yh-83C-SI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wgMf_PhK_Tc/s72-c/funny-pictures-bird-mouth-belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5072636443630149232</id><published>2008-02-05T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:33:51.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>Blogs are weird.  I was just thinking about the concept of blogging.  It's really bizarre that we basically write in a diary for all to see.  Nevertheless, I will keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really like my job at the Kellogg Center...it's been pretty fantastic thus far.  It'll be nice to have money to do things with.  Important things...not silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have MTD training for my internship with GCM.  We're supposed to have 100 names/addresses and phone  numbers when we go...and I hope have 77...plus, some of them aren't very strong contacts...they probably won't give anything.  But, ya know what? That's okay! I'm going to be able raise my full support if I'm obedient and follow God's plans for my support raising.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the Wii...I think it's a blast.  I especially like boxing...I don't know, it's something about being able to virtually kick the crap out of an made up character that makes me feel so darn good :) It's similar to racket ball in the sense that it's good for stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I move into our apartment on July 27th...the day after I get back from LT.  Convenient, huh? And it wasn't even planned! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5072636443630149232?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5072636443630149232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5072636443630149232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5072636443630149232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5072636443630149232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5443297999218342967</id><published>2008-01-27T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:56:28.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made the top 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Praise Chorus&lt;/em&gt; by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to church with my mom and we met up with some people there.  Guess who I got to see?!?!?! TONY!!!!!!!!!! I was basically amazing.  I've missed him a lot and when he leaves I totally will not be able to avoid crying my eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we did hang out last night with Brenton and Sam and we had a great time.  We made up a new voice mail message for brenton's phone and it was actually a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Tony told me that I was easily on his Top 5 list of funniest girls.  Isn't that great?  Sam is too!  I have to tell you that it made me feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was on homosexuality last night and I thought that I wouldn't really get much out of it...but, it was my favorite message that I've heard within the past 1/2 year or so.  I loved church last night.  YAY Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5443297999218342967?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5443297999218342967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5443297999218342967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5443297999218342967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5443297999218342967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-made-top-5.html' title='I made the top 5!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-584518436580319047</id><published>2008-01-25T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:56:11.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm basically a rockstar!</title><content type='html'>So, my life is looking up right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really depressed since September or so and sometimes I just want to sleep...it's sad.  I feel like I'm not the same person anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited that I'm not going to school this semester, it is already making me feel a million times happier.  I really believe that college (at least for this semester) is not in God's will for me.  I am happy serving and trying to grow more and it's nice to not cry every single day about school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really am going to like my job at the Kellogg Center and I really hope that I'll get to work with Steph a lot. We'll see...I'm just a little afraid of dropping a huge tray onto a customer's head and hurting them...those trays are much heavier than the trays that I've dealt with in the past as a server. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Laura Lego and I went to go look at some apartments today and we're really freakin excited because we are going in on Tuesday to sign the lease.  YAY!! AND I don't have any financial commitment until July! YAY! Rockin'!  She's going to be sweet as a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're wondering why my title is "I'm basically a rockstar," it's because I played rock band tonight and did some vocals action and it totally kicked badonkadonk! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-584518436580319047?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/584518436580319047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=584518436580319047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/584518436580319047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/584518436580319047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-basically-rockstar.html' title='I&apos;m basically a rockstar!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-2276393067090351881</id><published>2008-01-21T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:34:58.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I feel so lame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What the World Will Never Take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got the job at the Kellogg Center! YAY!  I can't tell you how huge of a blessing that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I felt so incredibly fragile...it was ridiculous.  I was with Troy and tears just started welling up in my eyes...it was awful.  I guess I knew where they were coming from, but I don't know why it made me cry.  Poor Troy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting over being sick and I like feeling healthy again :)  On my list of things to do in 2008 I said that I was going to run a 5K...so, I think I'm going to start running and sorta training for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Juno on Friday with Troy and the Davenport's.  I liked it.  I was just a little disappointed though, because I feel like everyone talks about how great it is and I just thought it was sort of great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw 27 Dresses with Laura Lund, Amanda and her friend, Keri this weekend.  I actually liked it.  I thought it was cute.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a good year, I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-2276393067090351881?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/2276393067090351881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=2276393067090351881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2276393067090351881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2276393067090351881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-i-feel-so-lame.html' title='Sometimes I feel so lame!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5170851883607085890</id><published>2008-01-14T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:19:54.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just really tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;::mood:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt; by Sherwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of those periods in my life when I just feel exhausted...it's not because of lack of sleep.  I think it may be because I haven't had much good sleep in a long time...but, my soul just feels really really tired.  I want to want to read my bible...but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I pick it up, I just feel like sleeping instead.  I wish it would change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really good news though!  I have an interview tomorrow at the Kellogg Center doing banquets and I'm pretty sure that I'll get it.  Then, I work with one of my best friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm really really excited about that...simply because, it'll be a paycheck and because I'll get to work with her.  Also, I'll meet new people that I can get to know.  It'll be great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5170851883607085890?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5170851883607085890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5170851883607085890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5170851883607085890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5170851883607085890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-just-really-tired.html' title='I&apos;m just really tired'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4257621293600572580</id><published>2008-01-10T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:05:47.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Raising</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recovering from being deathly ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Quit Playing Games with My Heart&lt;/em&gt; by Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when I was younger it seemed as though you could only like one boy band. If you liked one then you had to hate all of the others...because if you like more than one you were betraying the one you were originally devoted to. I have memories of absolutely loathing the backstreet boys. I even made a movement to start a club called "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Backfeet&lt;/span&gt; Boys" for people who loved *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NSYNC&lt;/span&gt; and hated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BSB&lt;/span&gt;. What was I thinking? They have basically the same music. Why did I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BSB&lt;/span&gt; so much? I don't know...I will regret that decision as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, GOOD NEWS! I got accepted as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GCM&lt;/span&gt; intern. So, I'm going to be an intern this summer at LT down in Virginia Beach and God-willing when I get back I'll do more internship stuff with Epic. That's exciting. Well, to make this happen I have to support raise and I'm going to Ann Arbor next month for Ministry Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Development&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MTD&lt;/span&gt;) training. So, I have to compile a list of people who I'm contacting to ask for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; scary and REALLY super exciting at the same time. Here's why I'm scared: I have a fear of initiating with people and it scares me to ask people to believe in me enough to fork over money for me. BUT, I know that people do believe in me and there are some people out there who are going to be excited about supporting me. I'm excited because it's making a team of people who believe in the purpose of Epic and LT and believe in my abilities. It's exciting! But, it's a lot of money to raise and it's extremely intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-4257621293600572580?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4257621293600572580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4257621293600572580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4257621293600572580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4257621293600572580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/support-raising.html' title='Support Raising'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-7293666739676252934</id><published>2008-01-05T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:07:56.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a sad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::mood::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; completely overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lead Me to the Cross&lt;/em&gt; by Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I SERIOUSLY need to find a job because if I don't, I'll be completely depressed and I won't be able to pay for things that need to be paid for.  So, I got accepted as a GCM intern (not that great of an accomplishment) and I got an e-mail yesterday saying that I need to register for the MTD training by January 16th and it's $149.  I have absolutely NO idea how that's going to happen.  I have no doubt that God will do something and it's going to work out but because I can't see that result right now, I'm feeling totally overwhelmed.  I need some serious prayer.  So, if you want to shoot a little prayer up to the Jeez right now...that'd be sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and I are going to go through the book of Revelation together and I'm pretty excited about it because I have never spent a whole lot of time in Revelation because when I was younger it was so depressing for me, so I guess I just kinda associate that book with that feeling now.  But, YAY that we're going to read it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-7293666739676252934?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/7293666739676252934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=7293666739676252934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7293666739676252934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7293666739676252934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-sad-day.html' title='That&apos;s a sad day...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-7730556672312559902</id><published>2008-01-03T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:47:41.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a copycat and I'm okay with that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::mood::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Heaven Forbid&lt;/em&gt; by the Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm copying Sam...yea, she made a list of things that she wants to do in 2008 and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run a 5K&lt;br /&gt;2. Go camping&lt;br /&gt;3. Be an LT intern&lt;br /&gt;4. Save $5,000&lt;br /&gt;5. Move out&lt;br /&gt;6. Bake a lot and feed the freshmen at Brody&lt;br /&gt;7. See Vivian again&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;9. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt; Stevens in concert&lt;br /&gt;10. Get a piercing as an altar&lt;br /&gt;11. Read the entire bible&lt;br /&gt;12. Start writing messages about God on my paper money&lt;br /&gt;13. Raise enough support to be a full-time intern for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GCM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy my own bed&lt;br /&gt;15. Have a Sabbath day once a week&lt;br /&gt;16. Memorize 100 passages of the bible&lt;br /&gt;17. Visit Texas&lt;br /&gt;18. Visit Colorado&lt;br /&gt;19. Be employed&lt;br /&gt;20. Get a postcard on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt; website&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-7730556672312559902?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/7730556672312559902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=7730556672312559902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7730556672312559902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7730556672312559902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-copycat-and-im-okay-with-that.html' title='I&apos;m a copycat and I&apos;m okay with that'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-6269359428216800113</id><published>2008-01-02T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:06:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fidelity&lt;/em&gt; by Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be asking yourself why my mood is "sore." Well, let me tell you. I haven't slept in my own bed since last Thursday night. I had the chance to last night but ended up sleeping in the theater because it was warmer in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Ignite on Friday morning and the car ride down there was pretty good because Troy and I played Catch Phrase until we picked up Sarah Jacobs and then we played Outburst! It made the time pass a lot faster. I didn't want to go to Ignite because of the money and the fact that Vivian couldn't come (which made me extremely sad). God really did great things in my life this weekend and I am super glad I went...although, I did spend the majority of my time there being extremely sad...for who knows what the reason was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that God revealed to me was that I'm way too passive and it affects my relationships with the people around me. For example, I just assumed this entire semester that Steph and Faren didn't really want to hang out with me as much as I wanted to hang out with them. Well, I was wrong and we lost of semester of closeness. I really love them and I'm disappointed that I made them believe that I was too busy for them and whatnot. This is something that I really need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and I played the Wii last night and it was so much fun!!! We bowled against each other and it was sweet! We also played baseball, boxing (I won) and tennis. Him and I got to be on the same team in tennis which I liked way better than playing against each other because we were only responsible for one of the players instead of two. We dominated every team we played pretty much! Accept Troy was standing next to me and I did a forehand and on my follow through I hit him really hard in the chest. Hahaha...it was great! I felt awful but he said it didn't hurt. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-6269359428216800113?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/6269359428216800113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=6269359428216800113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6269359428216800113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6269359428216800113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-happy-days.html' title='Oh Happy Days'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-1076355085313021571</id><published>2007-12-27T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:07:49.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Marie Hayes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aunt-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Never Gonna Give You Up&lt;/em&gt; by Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Astley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Tonia and her husband, Charlie had their baby yesterday!!! I'm so excited for them. Not that you really care but, she was 7 lbs. 2 oz. and 20 inches long. She was born at 7:54 am. I think she's the most precious baby ever! I can't wait to see her in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmfc1EQWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/POFbG1DrNBM/s1600-h/Email_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148712227003711842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmfc1EQWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/POFbG1DrNBM/s320/Email_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest baby ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmfs1EQXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/saidzxRbFL4/s1600-h/Email_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148712231298679154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmfs1EQXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/saidzxRbFL4/s320/Email_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says she looks like a Brooks (her maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmf81EQYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MNwnaFzcLpQ/s1600-h/Email_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148712235593646466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmf81EQYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MNwnaFzcLpQ/s320/Email_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pl8c1EQVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/oWE3lXJB1mQ/s1600-h/Email_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148711625708290386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pl8c1EQVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/oWE3lXJB1mQ/s320/Email_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law with Anna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great! I'm totally going to be that aunt that shows way too many pictures. I apologize for this now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-1076355085313021571?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/1076355085313021571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=1076355085313021571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1076355085313021571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1076355085313021571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/anna-marie-hayes.html' title='Anna Marie Hayes'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R3Pmfc1EQWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/POFbG1DrNBM/s72-c/Email_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4895744858782665673</id><published>2007-12-26T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:08:35.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back at 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hanging By a Moment&lt;/em&gt; by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before? Lived in another state, worked full-time, went to LT, got a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;2. did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I didn't make one...I think they're silly&lt;br /&gt;3. did anyone close to you give birth? YES! TODAY (December 26th) my sister had her daughter Anna Marie. Also, Kristi Moore had Micah&lt;br /&gt;4. did anyone close to you die? my dog&lt;br /&gt;5. what countries did you visit? Just Canada&lt;br /&gt;6. what would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007? My own apartment&lt;br /&gt;7. what date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory? July 18th, May 19th, October 20th, December 26th, September 29th&lt;br /&gt;8. what was your biggest achievement of the year? When I decided not to go to college and please God as well as make myself happier&lt;br /&gt;9. what was your biggest failure? My relationship with some of my family members&lt;br /&gt;10. did you suffer illness or injury? yes...Florida SB went to the hospital and was the sickest I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;11. what was the best thing you bought? I have no answer for this&lt;br /&gt;12. whose behavior merited celebration? too many to name&lt;br /&gt;13. whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? My generation&lt;br /&gt;14. where did most of your money go? Gas and my laptop&lt;br /&gt;15. what did you get really, really, really excited about? God, Evangelism, my future as a GCM staffer, my relationship with Troy&lt;br /&gt;16. what song will always remind you of 2007? "Point of Difference" and "Umbrella" and "Africa"&lt;br /&gt;17. compared to this time last year, are you:i. happier or sadder? more content. thinner or fatter? about same iii. richer or poorer? poorer&lt;br /&gt;18. what do you wish you'd done more of? school work and evangelism&lt;br /&gt;19. what do you wish you'd done less of? crying&lt;br /&gt;20. how will you be spending Christmas? We spent it in Gaylord and Christmas night I played Euchre at the Warner residence&lt;br /&gt;22. did you fall in love in 2007? that's not an awkward question.&lt;br /&gt;24. what was your favourite TV program? Grey's Anatomy...don't watch it a lot though&lt;br /&gt;25. do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? no&lt;br /&gt;26. what was the best book you read? "Sex God" and 1 Timothy (re-read)&lt;br /&gt;27. what was your greatest musical discovery? Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;28. what did you want and get? A laptop, summer at LT, deep relationships&lt;br /&gt;29. what did you want and not get? Closer approval from family members&lt;br /&gt;30. what was your favourite film of this year? I honestly don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;31. what did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I turned 19. Troy took me to Mongolian BBQ and I got sweet 80's music.&lt;br /&gt;32. what one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Seeing my niece in person.&lt;br /&gt;33. how would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007? Casual. A lot of jeans. Cute jewelry, modesty!&lt;br /&gt;34. what kept you sane? my really close friends and confiding in Troy, Susan, Laura Lund, Laura Lego, Holly, Sam...Their support. My parent's support.&lt;br /&gt;35. which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? I'm not interested in celebrity figures.&lt;br /&gt;36. what political issue stirred you the most? none...sadly.&lt;br /&gt;37. who did you miss? My sister&lt;br /&gt;38. who was the best new person you met? Steph Miller and Vivian Wang (they were the most significant)&lt;br /&gt;39. tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007: It's okay to have desires...God gives them to you and he would let you have them if it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;40. quote a song lyric that sums up your year: I might fill this in later...I don't have an answer now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-4895744858782665673?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4895744858782665673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4895744858782665673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4895744858782665673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4895744858782665673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/mood-okay-itunes-hanging-by-moment-by.html' title='A look back at 2007'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5584065929204645106</id><published>2007-12-25T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:30:54.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats</title><content type='html'>So, today is Christmas. It's been good mostly. We spent the first part of our day at my grandparents in Gaylord and then I got to hang out with my mom which was the best part of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that this post is called, "Goats." Well, you are probably asking yourself why it's called that. I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy asked me what I wanted for a Christmas about a month ago and I asked him not to get me anything. The other day he said he had to buy my gift and I reminded him that he wasn't supposed to get me anything. On Sunday (at the Wallace family Christmas) Troy said he wanted to talk to me about my gift. Instead of buying me a gift he purchased a goat for a family so they can have the milk from Samaritan's Purse. I can honestly say that it was the best gift I've ever received...well, sort of received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are two main reasons I loved it so much. Reason one: I don't need anything and didn't want anything but that family could really use the goat. Reason two: it showed me that Troy really knew me and knew that it would be something that I would really like and a great alternative to getting &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;something. It made me feel good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus! (sort of..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5584065929204645106?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5584065929204645106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5584065929204645106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5584065929204645106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5584065929204645106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/goats.html' title='Goats'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-1886985443713967619</id><published>2007-12-19T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:41:07.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ESFP- Entertainer/Creator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meganvanevery.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/3/38179.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" 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/7905052557426382701-1886985443713967619?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/1886985443713967619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=1886985443713967619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1886985443713967619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1886985443713967619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/esfp-entertainercreator.html' title='ESFP- Entertainer/Creator'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-7803307498118567747</id><published>2007-12-17T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:11:08.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited/hopeful/reflective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;This is the Countdown&lt;/em&gt; by Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Megan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to figure out why you cry at the drop of a hat now-a-days.  Think of things that you can resort to when you're feeling sad for no particular reason.  Make something pretty.  Write something encouraging to someone (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: this might make you cry harder).  Remember that God didn't need to give you grace but he chose to and that's what you really need to understand.  It's good to recognize that you aren't worthy of it...but, just know that he thinks you are or he wouldn't have purchased your freedom through his son dying on the cross.  When you're sad, just think: This is only temporary.  Instead of dwelling on the fact that you don't deserve his grace, go share this news with someone who doesn't already know about it.  It's a much better use of your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember that you hate shoveling.  Apartment life is going to be great.  That's something exciting to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you hate winter...don't lie.  You have always said that you love winter.  Well, just recognize that, that has changed this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do spontaneous things because you like the feeling.  Don't worry about having your life planned out, because those plans will probably change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really love people so don't be afraid to ask them to hang out...because they probably want to hang out too.  Don't be insecure...your insecurities come from nothing but lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your mom.  Tell her you love her.  Ask her to spend time with you.  Have deep conversations with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like candles.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; inside of you is happier when there are candles around.  Especially red ones.  Tell Michelle "thank you" for that.  Pictures make you happy too.  When you get money print some off and decorate your room with them.  Pay your bills first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a good person.  You're fun.  You like you.  So does God.  So do people.  Allow yourself to make mistakes and forgive yourself for them.  You're not supposed to judge.  Even yourself.  Let God judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-7803307498118567747?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/7803307498118567747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=7803307498118567747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7803307498118567747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7803307498118567747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/self-analysis.html' title='Self Analysis'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-3898611313053026381</id><published>2007-12-15T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:32:06.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The windy city</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;What the World Will Never Take&lt;/em&gt; by Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was on facebook not too long ago and there were at least 3 people that talked about going to chicago on their status. All of these people are completely unrelated and I'm pretty sure that they don't even know each other. I would like to be in Chicago right now. I think it would be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Chicago, Laura Lego and I hung out last night. It was awesome!! I planned on being at her apartment until midnight and at the last 1 am. Well, I left around 3 am. Oh my gosh. Honestly, it was SO needed. We were able to affirm each other and speak truth to one another. I really enjoyed it. We're pretty sure that we're going to get an apartment together next year which I'm so freakin' excited about. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent in my application for my internship with GCM next year. It felt good to mail it and I'm really excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people. Really, I do. It makes me sad when a lot of my friends aren't around. It's good though. I've been able to think about a lot of things and really focus on God and get my heart in the right place. YAY! I like my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...I want to talk about my night the other night.  Sam and I hung out with Annie which was good and afterward we went to Laura Lund's apartment and hung out with her, Lindsey Padlo and Amanda.  It was interesting...we had a fun night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura has been letting me practice driving on her car (it's a stick).  I'm getting better. I can't wait until I'm fluent in stick-driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-3898611313053026381?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/3898611313053026381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=3898611313053026381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/3898611313053026381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/3898611313053026381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/windy-city.html' title='The windy city'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-7575842832351392971</id><published>2007-12-12T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:31:11.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Give Up!&lt;/em&gt; by Sherwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this semester I've been faced with a lot of temptation. More than usual I would say. I have fallen quite a lot and have been discouraged because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this semester I was tempted in an area that I've been pretty weak in lately. I happened to come across a blog where the person was talking about being tempted. She posted this verse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it." -1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was really weird was that it was by accident that I came across this blog. I had woken up way too early and couldn't fall back asleep. It's not one of my regular blogs that I usually read. It spoke to me at an opportune time and I couldn't believe that I was reading it when I was. It was perfect. I didn't fall today. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. you don't need to worry about me...it's not something serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-7575842832351392971?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/7575842832351392971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=7575842832351392971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7575842832351392971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7575842832351392971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/temptations.html' title='Temptations...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-6968725833685352963</id><published>2007-12-12T06:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:20:04.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be a lonely month</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; discouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt; by The Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really really need a job. I'm determined to be employed by this time next week. *Ceaseless prayer begins.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is going to be pretty lonely...so many people aren't going to be around for awhile and that makes me sad. I'm really going to miss everyone for the rest of the month. But, the good news is that Sam lives here and HOLLY is coming home!!! I can't wait! It'll be so good to spend time with them over break. Also, maybe I'll get to see Amanda Sweet so that could be a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I hung out last night. She told me she had a special treat for me and that when I got in her car the treat would be prepared. Well, it was the *NSYNC Christmas CD. I don't know what the song it called its glorious words are, "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays." It was basically one of the best "treats" ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing great to say besides I miss my people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-6968725833685352963?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/6968725833685352963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=6968725833685352963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6968725833685352963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6968725833685352963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/mood-discouraged-itunes-australia-by.html' title='This will be a lonely month'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4974624314180613964</id><published>2007-12-09T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:47:33.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing creative to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Get it Faster&lt;/em&gt; by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Epic had their Christmas party. As I told you in an earlier post I had a really amazing white elephant gift to take for the gift exchange. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; Miller ended up winning it. No one tried to steal it...which would have made my day but that's quite alright because I know it ended up with someone who will keep the picture in the frame. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh3V_AHKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qRIeR70hpiE/s1600-h/S5002091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141951740484000930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh3V_AHKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qRIeR70hpiE/s320/S5002091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh3l_AHLI/AAAAAAAAA0A/LMOc-aWNS1Q/s1600-h/S5002081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141951744778968242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh3l_AHLI/AAAAAAAAA0A/LMOc-aWNS1Q/s320/S5002081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I sorta coordinated...on accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh4F_AHMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/H41id6IAIuE/s1600-h/S5002090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141951753368902850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh4F_AHMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/H41id6IAIuE/s320/S5002090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Steve! We are going to be LT interns together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh41_AHNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/TC_L-BDkifc/s1600-h/S5002086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141951766253804754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh41_AHNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/TC_L-BDkifc/s320/S5002086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, last night was pretty good. It had it's ups and downs. Christine Brown was so great though. She told me so many things that just made me feel really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-4974624314180613964?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4974624314180613964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4974624314180613964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4974624314180613964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4974624314180613964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-nothing-creative-to-say.html' title='I have nothing creative to say'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1vh3V_AHKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qRIeR70hpiE/s72-c/S5002091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5842010975512436446</id><published>2007-12-07T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:15:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the dog bites...when the bee stings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited for "faren/megan day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Never Ready to Leave&lt;/em&gt; by Sherwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I really like making of list of random things that make me happy. I like doing it because I can look at it when I'm sad and be happy. So, I decided to make another one on here and then I can update it when I think of other things. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Listening to favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;2. A full gas tank&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing a game with family or friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Serving someone&lt;br /&gt;5. Finishing an art project&lt;br /&gt;6. Having a newly vacuumed car&lt;br /&gt;7. Singing worship music&lt;br /&gt;8. Writing a poem that I like&lt;br /&gt;9. Those "wow" moments when I'm reading the bible and a verse hits me in a whole new way&lt;br /&gt;10. Smoking cloves/cigars with friends&lt;br /&gt;11. Listening to iTunes on shuffle when it comes to a song that I forgot I had&lt;br /&gt;12. Making lists&lt;br /&gt;13. seeing friends from LT&lt;br /&gt;14. figuring out what is making me sad and fixing it&lt;br /&gt;15. crying to someone and having them console me...vice-versa too&lt;br /&gt;16. deep conversations with friends&lt;br /&gt;17. events (Christmas party, birthday parties, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;18. Dates with Troy :)&lt;br /&gt;19. waking up really early and realizing you have a few more hours to sleep&lt;br /&gt;20. Seeing pictures that my friends have taken that I haven't seen in awhile&lt;br /&gt;21. Going to splash of color with friends to get piercings (on them or on me)&lt;br /&gt;22. car rides with people I care about that last more than 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;23. Writing a discussion for LG&lt;br /&gt;24. Long phone conversations with family and friends that live far away&lt;br /&gt;25. Words of affirmation&lt;br /&gt;26. Finishing a book&lt;br /&gt;27. Having a gut laugh&lt;br /&gt;28. Time with Susan&lt;br /&gt;29. dancing at weddings (both fast and slow)&lt;br /&gt;30. listening to the piano&lt;br /&gt;31. finding money I didn't know I had&lt;br /&gt;32. reading the bible with other people&lt;br /&gt;33. recapping my day&lt;br /&gt;34. dance parties&lt;br /&gt;35. former roomie times with Sam, Faren and Steph&lt;br /&gt;36. making people laugh&lt;br /&gt;37. polka dots&lt;br /&gt;38. petting kitty cats and doggies&lt;br /&gt;39. pictures on my walls&lt;br /&gt;40. playing pranks on people&lt;br /&gt;41. making decisions&lt;br /&gt;42. fresh laundry&lt;br /&gt;43. when people give me bananas&lt;br /&gt;44. getting real e-mails&lt;br /&gt;45. when people show me they love me by their actions&lt;br /&gt;46. loving people&lt;br /&gt;47. making this list&lt;br /&gt;48. Doing dumb things (i.e. sledding down the stairs, tubing on the back of a kayak, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;49. getting to know someone so much that you understand what they're thinking before they verbalize it.&lt;br /&gt;50. random voicemails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5842010975512436446?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5842010975512436446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5842010975512436446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5842010975512436446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5842010975512436446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-dog-biteswhen-bee-stings.html' title='When the dog bites...when the bee stings'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-6351686589288395902</id><published>2007-12-05T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:47:10.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Januzzi is where we want to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;To Be Alone With You&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt; Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave out watchmen in the title simply to make it rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LifeGroup&lt;/span&gt; (which ended at 8:30) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Faren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to take a mini road trip to a little place I like to call Ann Arbor.  You might be asking yourself, "Why would they do that?"  I'm glad you asked!   So, we hit the highway at about 9:04 and sett our goal of getting to the Blind Pig by 10!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Faren&lt;/span&gt; got her little radar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;detector&lt;/span&gt; out and we just went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Dan are in a band called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Januzzi&lt;/span&gt; Watchmen.  They had a show last night in Ann Arbor and it was so much fun!  We saw so many people there, it was great!  We saw friends from LT, the staff (because they're having their moody classes this week in A2) and some other friends.  It was good times.  Free kept making comments similar to, "HEY, who's that hot guy singing?" It was my boyfriend.  Not a big deal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! I enjoyed my time.  We took pictures purely for your enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCHF_AG8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/yxdZy1MVG9g/s1600-h/S5002050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140509451811298242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCHF_AG8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/yxdZy1MVG9g/s320/S5002050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way!  Before we left EL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCHV_AG9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/cJMpo1VHVvU/s1600-h/S5002054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140509456106265554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCHV_AG9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/cJMpo1VHVvU/s320/S5002054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Faren's&lt;/span&gt; radar detector so we can get there on time!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCIF_AG-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/aVRtafhCIMM/s1600-h/S5002058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140509468991167458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCIF_AG-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/aVRtafhCIMM/s320/S5002058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "we're lost face" We just missed a turn.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt; in mid cough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDSF_AHBI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o5pQp-ZrprE/s1600-h/S5002062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510740301487122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDSF_AHBI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o5pQp-ZrprE/s320/S5002062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! We saw some friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDSl_AHCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TCxp5oy9eqc/s1600-h/S5002063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510748891421730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDSl_AHCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TCxp5oy9eqc/s320/S5002063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Take one...oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDTF_AHDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8ooRgyEw4Zw/s1600-h/S5002064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510757481356338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDTF_AHDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8ooRgyEw4Zw/s320/S5002064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW MOM! That's what it's supposed to say.  These marks mean no alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDTl_AHEI/AAAAAAAAAzM/vnthrSpqtWs/s1600-h/S5002065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510766071290946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDTl_AHEI/AAAAAAAAAzM/vnthrSpqtWs/s320/S5002065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; JESSICA!  She chose the perfect shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCIl_AHAI/AAAAAAAAAys/Nq8j0LnJcq0/s1600-h/S5002060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140509477581102082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCIl_AHAI/AAAAAAAAAys/Nq8j0LnJcq0/s320/S5002060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Januzzi&lt;/span&gt; Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCIV_AG_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/4wmEYotc7m8/s1600-h/S5002059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140509473286134770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCIV_AG_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/4wmEYotc7m8/s320/S5002059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDT1_AHFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nkRikkAY-88/s1600-h/S5002067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510770366258258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bDT1_AHFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nkRikkAY-88/s320/S5002067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ride home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was very much needed and fantastic!  We were just missing one crucial part: SAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish she could have been there :(  Seriously Sam, we did talk about you being there and Free even said, "I feel like Sam should be here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some good talks.  We all got to share things we have really been struggling with and it was just so good to have time with them.  It made me realize that they haven't been as big a part of my life as I want them to be...or as they should be.  I love them :)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I was hanging out with Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lund&lt;/span&gt; and that ended up happening but, we also got to go pick Tony up and help him out with his car and take him to splash to get his piercing fixed.  Laura got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tragi(u?)s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I was so excited!  I love those two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-6351686589288395902?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/6351686589288395902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=6351686589288395902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6351686589288395902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6351686589288395902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/januzzi-is-where-we-want-to-be.html' title='Januzzi is where we want to be...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1bCHF_AG8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/yxdZy1MVG9g/s72-c/S5002050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4103653182101003290</id><published>2007-12-04T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:26:15.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like white elephants!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Creep &lt;/em&gt;by TLC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be the best day ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out with Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lund&lt;/span&gt;.  We'll find great things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LifeGroup&lt;/span&gt; of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; to Ann Arbor with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Faren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and maybe Susan!!! SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Januzzi&lt;/span&gt; Watchmen show...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Laura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Faren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Susan, and Troy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is the Epic Christmas party and we're having a white elephant gift exchange.   I have the best gift ever for it!!! I'll post picture of it on here after the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-4103653182101003290?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4103653182101003290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4103653182101003290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4103653182101003290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4103653182101003290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-like-white-elephants.html' title='I like white elephants!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-932099466772131858</id><published>2007-12-03T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:41:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I know you???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relieved and painfully hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Footloose &lt;/em&gt;by Kenny Loggins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just finished my final english paper!!! It felt good...and it made me realize that I really enjoy writing papers.  I wish that I had given myself a little more time than I did, because it could have been much better than it was, but I'm confident that it was still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out my ClustrMap which shows my visitors locations.  I was excited to see that I had people looking at my blog from other countries.  Then, I began to ask myself, "Do I know anyone in that country or that state?"  Don't worry.  I'm not creeped out by you visiting my blog...I'm excited for it.  That's all.  But, I do wonder:  How did you come across my blog?  Nevertheless, I hope you like reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going to make my sister's Christmas/baby shower gift.  Yes, I realize that her baby shower was exactly one month ago.  But, I'm making it now.  Sam's going to come over to hang out and do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry...like really hungry.  There is no obvious choice of what to eat at my house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me and my decision about school.  After writing my paper, I thought to myself that I think I'd really like to be doing school stuff if it were focused on the bible or aspects of God. Maybe I'll get an associates at Great Lakes Christian College.  Or maybe I'll still decide to be done with school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-932099466772131858?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/932099466772131858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=932099466772131858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/932099466772131858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/932099466772131858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-i-know-you.html' title='Do I know you???'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-2301328449805051581</id><published>2007-12-02T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:44:01.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is a question mark...and that's okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Live For You&lt;/em&gt; by Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made chicken tenders. We even put the bread crumbs on ourself and then fried them in the pan. Good credit card experience. Conclusions. Worshiping God. Loving people. Revealed my PostSecret. It felt good. I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/R093FNQE7_I/AAAAAAAACkw/kyYdB0Heo1s/s1600-R/estranged.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/R093FNQE7_I/AAAAAAAACkw/kyYdB0Heo1s/s1600-R/estranged.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-2301328449805051581?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/2301328449805051581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=2301328449805051581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2301328449805051581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2301328449805051581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-life-is-question-markand-thats-okay.html' title='My life is a question mark...and that&apos;s okay'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-103303726035523640</id><published>2007-11-30T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:33:54.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; super fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Accidentally In Love &lt;/em&gt;by Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Nelson gave me the best idea...and that is to create my year in pictures. So, this post I will have pictures from November 2006- November 2007. Also, I'll talk about significant events, fun memories, etc. that happened during these months. Get ready to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;::November 2006::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started getting really involved in Epic and Sam and I were getting a lot closer. Chaperoned a trip to Cleveland for Acquire the Fire for Sycamore Creek Church's Student Revolution. Spent Thanksgiving weekend in Ames, Iowa with Sarah McClanahan and her family. Seriously considered/prayed about lifelong singleness. Got my rook pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Atl_ACRCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/L5Y8WRUohnE/s1600-R/n211203899_30621680_7968.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVvACRBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ggiXdl9mhHM/s1600-R/n211203899_30611737_3902.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVvACRAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/fXk4YN6-Gt8/s1600-R/n211203899_30605631_9711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657026246853634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVvACRAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/BAiowkayJGw/s200/n211203899_30605631_9711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1A_QfACRiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/u5Th_AML8Mw/s1600-R/n211203899_30605570_3613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138676727261840930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1A_QfACRiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b_uQdCcCyoc/s200/n211203899_30605570_3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: We had an Epic scavenger hunt. These people were my team. We rocked. We lost. We brought a goldfish back.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Me with some of the girls that I chaperoned at Acquire the Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;::December 2006::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my first semester of college. Hated it. Cried on Christmas (twice). Shared my testimony at Epic. Sled down the stairs with Holly and Sam. Decorated 3 Christmas trees. Smoked a cigar for the first time. Tried the mentos/Diet Coke experiment. Tried to deep-fry gobstoppers. It was weird. Met Tony Sisiliano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuU_ACRNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZdZaBtnXZS0/s1600-R/n211204507_30646936_5165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138658112873579730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuU_ACRNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/tW3zID1_MCE/s200/n211204507_30646936_5165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Atl_ACREI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qMdb8t_L-yc/s1600-R/n211203899_30645476_153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657305419727938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Atl_ACREI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IqVqZSZJ8s4/s200/n211203899_30645476_153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BApPACRkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/MOss0EdAXpk/s1600-R/n211203899_30653203_8068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Sam, Holly and I decorated their Christmas tree and had fun with the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Sarah, Lindsey, Sam and I are at Yakely and Sarah's last night in Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::January 2007::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on Winter Retreat with Epic. Started my second semester of college. Hated it. Met Steph Miller. Loved her. Drove to EL during the Winter retreat...for showers. Didn't take a shower. Started apprentice leading a LifeGroup with Susan. Became close to Susan. Loved Susan. Brenton was introduced to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtmPACRFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XUhh0dGqDXc/s1600-R/n211203899_30678591_3393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657309714695250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtmPACRFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/lIwdNc6DLqM/s200/n211203899_30678591_3393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BCTfACRlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GcMyjfOLAUI/s1600-R/n211203899_30678583_951.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BCTvACRmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ejW6duJjm-c/s1600-R/n211203899_30678605_7642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138680081631299170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BCTvACRmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/wm6xKHY-9l0/s200/n211203899_30678605_7642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: The ladies at the Winter Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Our team for Catch Phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;::February 2007::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played pranks on Troy with Sam and Brenton. Lucky Duck. Dr. Dew. Consumed a ridiculous amount of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. Started to really like being in my LifeGroup. Was introduced to "Muffins." New Life opened their new building. Went to the building dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtmPACRGI/AAAAAAAAAts/-uLZV9mfcjw/s1600-R/n211203899_30725227_8589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657309714695266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtmPACRGI/AAAAAAAAAts/axgPxqMTpQc/s200/n211203899_30725227_8589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BFhPACRnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/BE_3ZMF5rmg/s1600-R/n211203899_30725221_6714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138683612094416498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BFhPACRnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/x0o0NtQJLYo/s200/n211203899_30725221_6714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Sam, Brenton and I went to the Union before Catalyst one day. Here's the proof.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Mallory, Faren and Steph at IHOP during LG. It was national free pancake day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::March 2007::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida for Spring Break. Ended up in the emergency room. Busch Gardens. Got super jealous of a girl I met once. IJM Benefit Concert. Mae was my favorite band. Went to Mae's concert. Gave Mae a support letter for LT. Didn't get supported by them. Bartholomew. My iPod broke. My iPod started working again. Left Sycamore Creek for Riverview. Decided that I want to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuE_ACRHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cytJeMQ14nk/s1600-R/n211203899_30751842_4063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657837995672690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuE_ACRHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/0ndicUh3r1I/s200/n211203899_30751842_4063.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuFPACRJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IqUh0K655qQ/s1600-R/n211203899_30779420_794.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuE_ACRII/AAAAAAAAAt8/haP2LMfGIWQ/s1600-R/n211203899_30771390_1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657837995672706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuE_ACRII/AAAAAAAAAt8/kdir9lLE56A/s200/n211203899_30771390_1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: All of the Epic spring breakers (minus Colleen and the Moore's) at the church we stayed at in St. Petersburg.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Sam, Chelsea Mack, Bartholomew and myself at the IJM benefit concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::April 2007::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a tattoo in Ann Arbor. James 1:2-4. Stayed the night at Ben and Susan's house. Went to New Life service. Ran into Troy in another city. Steph Miller became one of my best friends. Finished raising support for LT. Sam turned 19. Baked a cake for 2 hours. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AuUvACRMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/lIKegfSyhFY/s1600-R/n211203899_30808990_7875.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvJfACRSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4yiSy3DmMIA/s1600-R/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659014816711970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvJfACRSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/KRjqNqFmfFU/s200/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvJvACRTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/yXD198aPh-E/s1600-R/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659019111679282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvJvACRTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/pKSZOo_lEwE/s200/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Here's me right after I got inked, yo!&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Two of the best girls I know...we were in A2 for my tattoo...this picture is at the original Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;::May 2007::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Virginia Beach. LT. Started working at Food Lion. Finished my second semester of college. Hated it. Met Vivian Wang. Vivers, Steph and Faren became some of my best friends. Started sleeping next to Sam. Found out Tonia was pregnant. Said I didn't like Troy. Did like Troy. Started loving beach volleyball. Shared the bridge diagram for the first time. Believed I wasn't cut out for ministry. Believed I was unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AwdvACRYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/FqIgFnxD6MY/s1600-R/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660462220690818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AwdvACRYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vaMdT8bNJgU/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxofACRcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/otp0Ddu42k0/s1600-R/P1020624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138661746415912386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxofACRcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wxvl8nrmeHQ/s200/P1020624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AybvACRfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/78fEXnpQUFc/s1600-R/002+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: The ladies (students) of project (A)wesome on our first project day at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: ROOMIES!!!!! I love this picture. The ladies of 16A plus Roxy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;::June 2007::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved LT. Loved Virginia Beach. Started working in the damn deli. Faren turned 20. Purity Week. Conversations with Laura Lego. Scavenger Hunt. Team 4. We rocked. We lost. Gained more self confidence than ever before. Developed a fashion sense. Mt. Trashmore with Beth Freeman and the kids. Forgave my family. Began building the ice cream wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtCvACQ5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Zx18yP-lC2E/s1600-R/n2214332_38074981_6658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656699829339026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtCvACQ5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_gC7SExYqjQ/s200/n2214332_38074981_6658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtC_ACQ7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/bjdLvV0-CpE/s1600-R/n2333929_42329133_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BR0_ACRoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XGqHA-cRIlk/s1600-R/033+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138697145536366210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1BR0_ACRoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/_oU6i-OQaQU/s200/033+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: I discovered that I really love U of M and its people. I even cheer for them when they aren't playing against MSU. This is me with some of my U of M friends at the Elvis Festival.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: The ladies of 16A minus Gaia on Faren's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::July 2007::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized God lets us have desires. Brenton got baptized. My phone broke because of the crazy storm. Went into the ocean with a skirt on. Realized that I am wise. Realized that I am cut out for ministry. Steph Miller visited LT. Shared my testimony. Quit Food Lion. Troy asked me to date him. I said yes. Went on a double date with Faren and Dane. Changed my first diaper. LT ended. I cried. Moved back to Michigan. iPod broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxlvACRZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/d7KNjUg8iis/s1600-R/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138661699171272082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxlvACRZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8g7dhIoDKzk/s200/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxovACRdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/4vkV7WbZpks/s1600-R/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138661750710879698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxovACRdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rSZf0KON2Q4/s200/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxnvACRaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/rQmo4ZJusJ4/s1600-R/014+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: We win LT. Dane, Faren, me and Troy at LT closing ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Steph came to visit us! This is us on the Fourth of July watching fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: Some of my best friends at closing ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;::August 2007:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic camping trip. Didn't get a job. Welcome week. Moved in freshmen. Ben and Kristie's wedding. Lake City with the Warner family. Happy. Content. Met Troy's parents. Holly moved away. I was sad. I don't know if I cried. I don't think I did. That's surprising. Began my third semester of college. Hated it. Started reading the old testament in chronological order. Went to Texas for Labor Day weekend. iPod started working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Aya_ACReI/AAAAAAAAAws/oXAHOLX0L9c/s1600-R/S5001711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138662613999306210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Aya_ACReI/AAAAAAAAAws/OBl67EckdUQ/s200/S5001711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVfACQ9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/NvFPdPP45Uw/s1600-R/n2352362_41414487_5501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657021951886290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVfACQ9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ReAFvr7CQ70/s200/n2352362_41414487_5501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AwcfACRUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/rkVGlxJYuNA/s1600-R/S5001667.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: At the Japanese Gardens in Fort Worth, Texas with Tonia&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Joe made Faren, Justin and me ghetto. That's right. Check it. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::September 2007::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Retreat. Shared my testimony in front of 250ish people. Seriously considered dropping out of college. Didn't get a job. Found out something that I didn't want to find out. It worked out well. Troy's birthday. Went to Midland. Had fun. Made a gift that I was insecure to give him. Jeremy and Kathy's wedding. Started leading a LifeGroup with Susan and Steph. Doubted my leadership skills. Believed that I was a burden to God and the people around me. Made the sweetest picture ever. Finally got something that I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Ayb_ACRhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ejaAVHD8Koo/s1600-R/IMG_0070_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxoPACRbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pe3cGZHLZtY/s1600-R/S5001766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138661742120945074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AxoPACRbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/E7LpJY6wxaY/s200/S5001766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVfACQ-I/AAAAAAAAAss/uI70s6CAD5c/s1600-R/n2355272_40883197_4830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657021951886306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVfACQ-I/AAAAAAAAAss/IzNli41fUqs/s200/n2355272_40883197_4830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtC_ACQ6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/yEjdg_am0Z4/s1600-R/n2250316_39214354_9525.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Bowling at the Union.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Annie, Laura and me at Jeremy and Kathy's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;::October 2007::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression. Turned 19. Bought sweet 80's music. Made the decision to leave LCC. Discovered that I think God thinks I'm a disappointment. God thinks the opposite of this. Tonia came to visit. Got hired at the American Cancer Society. Corn maze. Uncle John's cider mill. Core retreat. Had a good car ride there and back. Shared the gospel with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AwcvACRVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SUpcgQm5sGY/s1600-R/S5001927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138660445040821586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AwcvACRVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TtNEpsGvLzk/s200/S5001927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtDPACQ8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZYT-ahumhBk/s1600-R/n2346124_41549540_5283.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Ayb_ACRgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/kO0fXP8Qv8c/s1600-R/010+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138662631179175426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1Ayb_ACRgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/MVRa5QRtCRk/s200/010+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Tony and me at the core retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: The ladies on Steph's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;::November 2007::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a series of very similar dreams. Prayed to not have them anymore. It worked. Cried at work. Didn't know why. Quit American Cancer Society. Still depressed. Told I was a quitter. Hated it. Dog died. Had a lot of hope. Realized that I love my life. Read SexGod. Loved it. Went curling in Canada. Loved it. Got wasted. Not really. Annie that was for you. Read old blogs. Learned to crochet. Sent stuff to PostSecret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvIfACRQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/9rCv7CyQ2Ms/s1600-R/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138658997636842754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvIfACRQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/u3Y0rludIxY/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvIPACRPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ffUpZ6Rs1eM/s1600-R/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvI_ACRRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/7dKJ_e0O56Q/s1600-R/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659006226777362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AvI_ACRRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PxCX78Ov9Wc/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: The "Van Every" kids together in our theater.&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Curling! Dan Davenport's stone is the white one in the center. Mine is the other white one. We rock. We won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-103303726035523640?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/103303726035523640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=103303726035523640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/103303726035523640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/103303726035523640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-super-fantastic-itunes.html' title='1 year in pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1AtVvACRAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/BAiowkayJGw/s72-c/n211203899_30605631_9711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-6006732797591506949</id><published>2007-11-30T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:56:52.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 year old Vegan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt; by Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday before I left for Epic I checked my e-mail.  In my inbox I found an e-mail from Kristi Moore to Troy and me.   It was called "Kyra's Prayer."  This title intrigued me.  She told us that yesterday she was walking past Kyra's room during her nap.  So, she's supposed to be sleeping but Kristi heard her praying instead.  She said that she heard Kyra praying for Troy and me.  She said that she heard Kyra say, "I pray for Troy and Megan that they...ummm...." Kristi didn't catch the last part of the prayer.  But, Kyra was praying for us!  Is that not the cutest thing you've ever heard.  I felt touched.  When I was 2 I never prayed.  I don't think I even knew what it was.  She's pretty much the cutest 2 year old ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In this post I said,"troy and me" twice.  I chose not to say, "troy and I" because if Troy had not been in the picture then I would say, "Kristi Moore to me" not "Kristi Moore to I."  Is that wrong?  It makes sense to me...and I swear I learned it in school...but, I've gotten into debates before about it.  What do you think?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-6006732797591506949?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/6006732797591506949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=6006732797591506949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6006732797591506949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6006732797591506949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-year-old-vegan.html' title='The 2 year old Vegan'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-2991341768214920402</id><published>2007-11-29T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:33:17.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nice to get things done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::mood::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy/ready to accomplish things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Runaway&lt;/em&gt; by Cartel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really isn't for you all to read (not that anybody really reads my posts anyway) but I need to make a list of things I need to get done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turn in applications to: Kellogg Center, Yankee Candle, Stillwater Grill, Starbucks (am I forgetting anything?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Take clothes to 2nd Time Around to try and get some extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean up my room just a little/vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean/Vacuum my car out&lt;br /&gt;*5. Finish English paper&lt;br /&gt;6. Start Art History Paper&lt;br /&gt;7. Pay credit card and dell bills&lt;br /&gt;8. Take grape juice to Epic&lt;br /&gt;9. Take Sydney on a run with me&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a shower (ugh my least favorite thing on my to-do list)&lt;br /&gt;11. Get my phone to work again...hopefully&lt;br /&gt;12. Pray for the family's financial situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad...this list makes me want to take a nap.  DON'T DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-2991341768214920402?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/2991341768214920402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=2991341768214920402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2991341768214920402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/2991341768214920402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-nice-to-get-things-done.html' title='It&apos;s nice to get things done'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-390318239634730888</id><published>2007-11-29T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:33:52.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's going to be 5 guys it should be 5gether</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nostalgic/laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boston&lt;/em&gt; by Augustana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my brother and I were talking about the "boy band" 2gether. Do you remember them? The were the fake boy band that MTV made up probably back in like 1999/2000. It's hilarious to think about how stupid that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite 2gether lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say it, don't spray it. I want the news, not the weather (ooo ooo)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my calculus. It's says U + Me = US"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl I can't understand you; you're like reading a big fat book in Hebrew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hardest part of breaking up is getting back your stuff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-390318239634730888?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/390318239634730888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=390318239634730888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/390318239634730888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/390318239634730888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-theres-going-to-be-5-guys-it-should.html' title='If there&apos;s going to be 5 guys it should be 5gether'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-6892988705062770354</id><published>2007-11-28T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:32:14.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is the Countdown&lt;/em&gt; by Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I read old stuff from high school the more I realize that Sam is cool and she made me cooler than I was. I think that she definitely made me become more spontaneous and crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-6892988705062770354?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/6892988705062770354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=6892988705062770354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6892988705062770354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/6892988705062770354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/sam-is-cool.html' title='Sam is cool'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-1304643712267163251</id><published>2007-11-27T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:02:53.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LiveJournal and Xanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::mood::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::iTunes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Africa&lt;/em&gt; by Toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 1 PM and today is already such a good day. Here's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found Annie's livejournal through Sam's blog and was really excited because I think it's sweet that she still uses livejournal. I thought it would be really good to check out my livejournal. The majority of my posts are from 2005. It was SO weird to read my old posts. I have changed SO much. Seriously, I'm a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some things I realized about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have gained so much wisdom in the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My taste in music used to really suck. I said that 2 of my favorite artists were Usher and Trickdaddy!! What was I thinking!!! The only 2 artists that I still like are Madonna (80's) and Oasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am way more sensitive to the movies/tv shows I watch now. I used to not care about nudity in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently I've been passionate about Africa for a few years...but, now I care way more about spreading the gospel, before I cared only about meeting physical needs. I still do care about meeting physical needs but now I care more about meeting spiritual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I swear a lot less now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had a big heart for people then and now (that's not supposed to sound conceited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My relationships with people were so unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I didn't care about dressing modestly back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had 2 Christian friends out of a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This was about the time that I started hating school. I even said in one of my posts, "School has been depressing to me a lot this year...and it never has before." I still feel this way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, reading the old posts just made me feel so good about how much my life has changed. It made me really grateful for the life I have now. My friends are really good and I always feel really blessed because of them. God has grown me so much in the past 2 years and it's exciting to keep on growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a hard semester and that's ok. For some reason I think it makes me "unspiritual" because I'm not content with things in my life. I shouldn't feel bad about doing what I want to do...and that's to not go to school. I need stop being so hard on myself. God isn't disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! I feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-1304643712267163251?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/1304643712267163251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=1304643712267163251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1304643712267163251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/1304643712267163251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/livejournal-and-xanga.html' title='LiveJournal and Xanga'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-7826518038161731704</id><published>2007-11-27T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:13:39.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kreme doughnuts are fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::mood::&lt;/span&gt; really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::book::&lt;/span&gt; UnChristian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really good to be able to say that my mood is "really good."  I suppose I had a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for classes to be done.  I still don't know exactly what I'm doing next semester, and that's ok.  I'm either going to work a lot and become filthy rich or I'm going to go the Great Lakes Christian College.  I would like to be filthy rich.  Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of filthy rich...Troy and I played &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the game of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today.  Until tonight, I had never realized just how unrealistic that game is.  We played twice.  The second game, we were supposed to make decisions that were more similar to the decisions we would make in real life.  So, I decided not to go to college and just begin my career.  Oddly enough, I felt some of the same anxiety in the game.  I got stuck with a $40,000 salary (which really isn't that bad) and ended up coming out with a lot less money than Troy (who went to college). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what makers of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;the game of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, money isn't everything!  People decide not to get married, not to have kids and not to buy a house in real life...and not everyone wins a freakin Nobel Piece Prize!!! Plus, your stupid game doesn't make its players pay taxes enough!  It just is so unrealistic.  That's okay though, because it's a game...a fun game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-7826518038161731704?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/7826518038161731704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=7826518038161731704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7826518038161731704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7826518038161731704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/krispy-kreme-doughnuts-are-fantastic.html' title='Krispy Kreme doughnuts are fantastic'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-5705504219058819754</id><published>2007-11-25T12:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:23:44.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret</title><content type='html'>So, Riverview just got done with a series that was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to send a secret to PostSecret...I hope it makes it onto the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and I watched &lt;em&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/em&gt; last night.  It was a fun movie.  The rat was so freakin cute...I couldn't get over his cuteness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to check it out.  That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-5705504219058819754?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/5705504219058819754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=5705504219058819754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5705504219058819754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/5705504219058819754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-7955944656460511478</id><published>2007-11-24T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:27:33.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to "google" myself!</title><content type='html'>Just now, I decided that I wanted to Google myself to see how many of the results actually are me.  When I typed in "Megan Van Every" there were 11 results, and every single one was actually me!  I don't know why that's so exciting for me!  But, it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been having some really crazy dreams lately.  Last night, I had a dream that I was at Jeremy and Kathy Borsos' wedding and at the beginning the whole wedding party (including Jeremy and Kathy) were on roller skates doing this choreographed dance.  I just remember that Kathy's skates were high heals.  It was so bizarre.  The person that was sitting next to me kept changing back and forth from Troy to Sam and then my friend Aubree was supposed to be coming as Laura Lund's date (they don't even know each other).  Oh, and I forgot to mention that Jeremy and Kathy totally didn't look like themselves at the beginning of the dream...but, i recognized them as themselves.  SO WEIRD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I also had a dream that it was the Saturday before LT 2008 was going to start down in Virginia Beach and I hadn't turned in my application for being an intern yet, nor had I started support raising...but, for some reason I had gone down with the staff and interns and was determined to make it work.  I just remember feeling this overwhelming sense of urgency and anxiety and thinking, "why don't I just work at the Wyndham as a housekeeper like Faren did last summer, or I could go back to work at the deli."  OH MY GOSH!!! It was so crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-7955944656460511478?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/7955944656460511478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=7955944656460511478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7955944656460511478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/7955944656460511478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-to-google-myself.html' title='I love to &quot;google&quot; myself!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-8783804954142362647</id><published>2007-11-21T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:30:17.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My face was drenched with tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving, until yesterday. Some of my family members arrived yesterday and I shared with them a little bit of how much I really hate school right now. Basically, I ended up being called a "quitter" which probably is the very worst thing they could have said to me right then and then I told them that I might go back to school and they said, "yeah, right!" Wow! Seriously, this happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I'm kind of glad it did happen because it got me thinking about why it was SO hard for me to hear that. First, it made me realize that there are certain people who I automatically put my fists up when I'm around them. What I mean is that I'm always ready to defend myself because I just assume that they are going to say something extremely hurtful. This leads to me thinking that they are giving off a particular vibe that they probably aren't. It's just a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was able to realize that I'm so scared because I have this idea in my head that I'm going to be an awful staffer because I don't like school. I think to myself, "if you can't handle your own problems then how are you going to handle other people's problems?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to LifeGroup last night and was able to share with them all these lies I'm believing and how bad I'm hurting. It was just Susan, Steph, Michelle and myself and it was so amazing to have them there. The LG that we had last night was the type of LG that I've been craving all semester. They had awesome input and had incredibly encouraging things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of LG, Troy came to Bailey and we saw him...he waved. So, after LG ended...and my face was drenched with tears I wanted to find him. I ended up talking to him a lot about what I was going through, too. He was also very encouraging. He asked me why I wanted to go on staff and I told him it was because of how passionate I am about the mission and how excited I am always to build into other women. Also, I feel like I could use my gifts in such an effective way and that is awesome. He told me that he thought I would be a really good staffer. It meant a lot because I could tell he wasn't just saying it to make me feel better, but he was saying it because he meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to have people in my life that I can cry to and share my struggles with. I have this insecurity that I'm a burden to everyone...including God. It's very deep seeded and it's been an ongoing battle for me. Last night, I didn't feel like a burden to these four people. They made me feel wanted and loved and just fed truth to me. It was so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WDqvACQ2I/AAAAAAAAArs/Bhd89DLoj4Y/s1600-h/084+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WDqvACQ2I/AAAAAAAAArs/Bhd89DLoj4Y/s1600-h/084+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135655720280277858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WDqvACQ2I/AAAAAAAAArs/Bhd89DLoj4Y/s320/084+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WEQfACQ3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hvOutbo4HAM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135656368820339570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WEQfACQ3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/hvOutbo4HAM/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a picture with Michelle in it...sadness!&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/7905052557426382701-8783804954142362647?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/8783804954142362647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=8783804954142362647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/8783804954142362647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/8783804954142362647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-face-was-drenched-with-tears.html' title='My face was drenched with tears'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WDqvACQ2I/AAAAAAAAArs/Bhd89DLoj4Y/s72-c/084+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4004210908827920370</id><published>2007-11-21T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:15:14.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex God</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sex God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Rob Bell this past weekend.   It started off with Faren and I reading one chapter together, sitting in her bed and then we ended up  reading the whole second half of the book together.  First, I just want to say that it was so good to get that time with Faren.  I love her...it's as simple as that! Second, oh my gosh was this a great book.  I took the book home with me and read the first half and finished it in like a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it is written is really interesting, I just felt like he was talking to me throughout the whole thing.  It's really easy to read and it's amazing.  I don't think I've ever recommended a book this much to anyone.  I love it!  He discusses how beautiful we are and how we need to act like humans, not animals or angels.  He makes this comparison because he talks about the fact that so many people treat sex like animals treat it.  Animals have sex as part of their life...there is no significance to them, it's just to reproduce.  We are made differently.  Animals are bodies without a soul.  Also, people tend to go to opposite end and pretend that they aren't sexual at all.  People choose not to talk to their kids about sex because they think that if they ignore it then it won't be a problem.  They pretend that they don't struggle with lust or anything like that...just like Angels.  Well, we were made differently.  Angels are souls without a body.  We, as humans have both a soul and a body and our sexuality is central to our being.  Rob Bell explains sexuality in a different way then we've always been taught.  Sexuality is our wanting to connect to the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also talks about how some couples just make the world a better place.  They are so great to be around and you can just tell that they love being around each other.  That's what I desire in my marriage.  Someone who is my friend and who I can share my problems with.  Someone listens to me and is fighting right along side of me.  Also, I desire to listen to them and be what they are to me, to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should go read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sex God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  It's fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905052557426382701-4004210908827920370?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4004210908827920370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4004210908827920370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4004210908827920370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4004210908827920370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/sex-god.html' title='Sex God'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4851724828885127497</id><published>2007-11-19T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:50:09.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curling!</title><content type='html'>Haha! I already have done a crappy job of keeping this updated. Here I go!&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;So, on Saturday I went to Canada to go curling. I mentioned that we were going to do that in my previous post. It was the best time ever! I seriously would go all the time if it were free and around here. I didn't fall at all...well, at least while I was standing up. I did fall over a few times when I was shooting but that's ok. Despite the fact that I was 19 and in Canada, I didn't get wasted. Are you surprised? I don't know, I may have had one beer if I was presented with the opportunity, but I wasn't. I recommend curling to ANYONE! It is so much fun. You should all go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HLbPACMzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AE5m-K7JlLA/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134608718922658610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HLbPACMzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AE5m-K7JlLA/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The white stone in the center is Dan's and the other white stone is mine...BOOYAKASHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HLq_ACM0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/zxq0pWUFzJQ/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134608989505598274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HLq_ACM0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/zxq0pWUFzJQ/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Troy just shot and Colleen is getting ready to scrub! I'm probably not doing my job and taking this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HL-fACM1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BljipAUgb78/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134609324513047378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HL-fACM1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BljipAUgb78/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Action shot...it's a little blurry...oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HMPvACM2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7PF2woIvHCQ/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134609620865790818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HMPvACM2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7PF2woIvHCQ/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Apparently in Canada you put your cigarette butts in the Butt Stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea! I quit my job at the American Cancer Society. I know, I'd only been working there for 2 weeks...but, it was the right thing for me to do. Please pray that I find another job and quick! I had an interview at PetsMart the other day...or is it PetSmart? I'm not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, Troy and I are having a double date with Dan and Colleen. I'm excited about it because I really like the Davenports and I obviously like Troy. It should be a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll come back soon!&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/7905052557426382701-4851724828885127497?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4851724828885127497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4851724828885127497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4851724828885127497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4851724828885127497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/curling.html' title='Curling!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0HLbPACMzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AE5m-K7JlLA/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905052557426382701.post-4467828721495394295</id><published>2007-11-13T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:38:25.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over...</title><content type='html'>Hi! So, I decided that I'd like to get back into blogging. It's something that I have always tried to do but, I suck at doing it on a regular basis. That's okay, I'll give it another shot! Anyway... I want to make my blog more aesthetically pleasing...so, bare with me while I try to figure out the best way to do that! Sweet, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LifeGroup&lt;/span&gt; is tonight! We're doing Operation Christmas Child. So, we're going shopping for a girl in another country who won't be getting Christmas gifts and we're sending her a shoebox full of fun stuff! I can't wait...it'll be a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I'm battling some sort of throat, coldish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crappiness&lt;/span&gt; going on with my body right now. If you read this, will you pray that I get better? I hope that I'm better by this weekend because I'm heading to Canada! Yea, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Januzzi&lt;/span&gt; Watchmen (the band that Troy is in with Dan Davenport and a few other guys) is going to Canada with their significant others to go curling. Sounds like a sweet experience! I've never been curling but, I heard it was a lot of fun and I can't wait to check it out. Plus, I get to hang out with some good people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else is new in my life? Well, I want to drop out of college. Yea, it sounds so negative when I type it out...but, I just realized how depressed going to school actually makes me. So, there are some options. I was going to possibly talk to Free about maybe going on staff sooner rather than later. We'll see! Or, maybe I'll just stop going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LCC&lt;/span&gt;. So, today, I applied to Great Lakes Christian College and I can get a degree in Bible/Theology or Cross Cultural Ministry there...among other degrees, but those are the two that I'm most interested in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, about a week ago, we had to put my dog to sleep. Her name is Dixie and we'd had her since I was 3 years old. It was a really sad time and I'm still really sad about it. It's okay though, she was really old...it was bound to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my sister was in town last weekend for her baby shower. I didn't get to go because I was going through training at the American Cancer Society. I don't even know if I like my new job. It's either really good or really horrible. There are no in between days. It was good to have Tonia here though...I really miss her a lot! I can't wait until she has her baby! It'll be fun to be an aunt. Troy says it's not fair that I get to be an aunt before he's an uncle...Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to keep posting regularly...we'll see how long this lasts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WGC_ACQ4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/akEqyJ3H5qc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135658335915361154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WGC_ACQ4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/akEqyJ3H5qc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/Rzou4dd2Y5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/tw0b1WCBjg8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&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/7905052557426382701-4467828721495394295?l=meganvanevery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/feeds/4467828721495394295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905052557426382701&amp;postID=4467828721495394295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4467828721495394295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905052557426382701/posts/default/4467828721495394295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganvanevery.blogspot.com/2007/11/starting-over.html' title='Starting over...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07184334899246331349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R1f_Cl_AHII/AAAAAAAAAzo/1KjxrhDHCtU/S220/S5002059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XHjApdqasNA/R0WGC_ACQ4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/akEqyJ3H5qc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
