<?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-7930963007491117095</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:51:21.963-08:00</updated><category term='OMGlee weird awesome'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='work. prank'/><category term='best thing ever'/><category term='Train is coming'/><category term='salad'/><category term='Cat jokes'/><category term='I need sleep'/><category term='brace face'/><category term='Stereotypes'/><category term='indians'/><category term='America'/><category term='Winnie the Pooh'/><category term='the scrapbooker'/><category term='Love Love Love'/><category term='never going to Prom'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='best childrens book ever'/><category term='laser tag awesome'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='hapt'/><category term='video'/><category term='money makin&apos;'/><category term='potatoe'/><category term='Cricut'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='boston'/><category term='word to your mother'/><title type='text'>me+blog=awesome!</title><subtitle type='html'>For entertainment only. Please consult a physician before use.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3021068462748212498</id><published>2012-02-11T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T12:36:41.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#25: Cross-stitch a funny pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs_NS9k2sbg/TzbQprVk4QI/AAAAAAAAARU/zZXAzc6QJ7k/s1600/pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs_NS9k2sbg/TzbQprVk4QI/AAAAAAAAARU/zZXAzc6QJ7k/s320/pillow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707978992165118210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;First thing off of my &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/12/goooooooaaaaaaallllllllllls-alpha.html"&gt;30/30 list.&lt;/a&gt; "Just Give It A Little Shake" is my theme for 2012. It comes from a funny story involving a british lady i used to work with. Big props to the mother for helping me out on this even though she didn't like the bird material. ha ha. Good times. 29 more to go! Also, this is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vsd0d1gxJ68?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3021068462748212498?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3021068462748212498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3021068462748212498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3021068462748212498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3021068462748212498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2012/02/25-cross-stitch-funny-pillow.html' title='#25: Cross-stitch a funny pillow'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs_NS9k2sbg/TzbQprVk4QI/AAAAAAAAARU/zZXAzc6QJ7k/s72-c/pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1053010037257945394</id><published>2012-01-08T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:01:31.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wT1yxDWl02Q/Twqd8swMC7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VagzSQrHoQs/s1600/60235713735761327_7mYaac0S_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wT1yxDWl02Q/Twqd8swMC7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VagzSQrHoQs/s400/60235713735761327_7mYaac0S_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695538344894401458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Things I Will Do When I Am In A Band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. End every show with a cover of "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" &lt;br /&gt;2. Have the opening band be a cover band of my band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one of my favorite jokes from Arrested Development:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eNZsWIzEhP4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it is late and i am exhausted but can't sleep in case you were wondering what this is all about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1053010037257945394?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1053010037257945394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1053010037257945394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1053010037257945394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1053010037257945394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-in-rome.html' title='When in Rome...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wT1yxDWl02Q/Twqd8swMC7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VagzSQrHoQs/s72-c/60235713735761327_7mYaac0S_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2329191895745383870</id><published>2011-12-27T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:58:06.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rando Confesh (New Years Eve Love)</title><content type='html'>I don't know, you guys. I get totally geeked-out excited for New Year's Eve. It's one of my fav holidays after 4th of July, Valentine's Day, Memorial Day and maybe Thanksgiving. Here's why: I love making goals. I love reflecting on the past year of my life. I love a fresh start. I love the traditions that I've started. I love the ball drop. I love Martinelli's. I love all of the stupid New Years Eve shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week (the week btwn Christmas and New Year's) is my favorite. I usually don't have roommates and I get to plan/reflect. Oh, and clean. I love cleaning when I'm alone. LOVE it. And cooking. but only when I'm alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm saying is that I'm a really weird person. I have a lot of quirks and around New Years I feel like everyone sort of plays along with one of my quirks. Even the people who aren't apt to set goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years and stuff and things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2329191895745383870?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2329191895745383870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2329191895745383870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2329191895745383870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2329191895745383870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/12/rando-confesh-new-years-eve-love.html' title='Rando Confesh (New Years Eve Love)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1341448584242416760</id><published>2011-12-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:41:06.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Christmas</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Sara B. This song completes me ;) Merry Christmas!&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KbJiHZf1rPc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is who we are and no season can contain it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1341448584242416760?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1341448584242416760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1341448584242416760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1341448584242416760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1341448584242416760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-is-christmas.html' title='Love is Christmas'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KbJiHZf1rPc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2345308127460892623</id><published>2011-12-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T12:46:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30/30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frrITRptaeE/Twh_-M1P-YI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PYy5KA6Vxhw/s1600/8074337-happy-people-isolated-over-white-background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frrITRptaeE/Twh_-M1P-YI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PYy5KA6Vxhw/s400/8074337-happy-people-isolated-over-white-background.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694942435383179650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(this picture makes me think of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRQieGR1iUU"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting older. I realize this is not a normal thought, but at least Ellen and I see eye to eye on this one (independently of each other, I might add. Besties.) I can't help but just be so excited to potentially have another year of life where I can become a better person. It takes time, you know. Also, I think it has something to do with the fact that I've always felt more comfortable around older people and now my friends are getting older too. You know what I'm sayin'? Anyways, I'm super excited about the next 5 years of my life and I've made some goals that I would like to achieve AND I'm going to Blahg about them when I cross them off. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take an improv class&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to Juggle&lt;br /&gt;3. Make Thai Pineapple Curry&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit Arch's &lt;br /&gt;5. Host (at least one episode) of a "Talk Show" that I put on Youtube. (Anyone want to be my guest? ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ride up the ski lift at Sundance in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make something I've seen on Pinterest.&lt;br /&gt;8. Play a song on the drums&lt;br /&gt;9. Graduate College with at least a Bachelor. MBA? who knows.&lt;br /&gt;10. Record one of my songs&lt;br /&gt;11. Learn how to Speed Read&lt;br /&gt;12. Visit the Grand Canyon (Parks &amp; Rec anyone? Yeah, I wrote this after that episode)&lt;br /&gt;13. Perform at Open Mic&lt;br /&gt;14. See a play at the Tuacahn&lt;br /&gt;15. Learn how to swim (yeah, I never learned)&lt;br /&gt;16. Sing Karaoke @ Applebees&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to the Zoo!&lt;br /&gt;18. Feed the ducks!&lt;br /&gt;19. Ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;20. Run a 5K (not walk, run!)&lt;br /&gt;21. Snowboarding!&lt;br /&gt;22. Gallery Stroll in Provo&lt;br /&gt;23. Temple&lt;br /&gt;24. Hike Timp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;25. Cross-stitch a funny pillow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Sit &amp; Be @ Gardner Village&lt;br /&gt;27. Zipline&lt;br /&gt;28. Day of Service&lt;br /&gt;29. Graduation present for my nephews/nieces. (I'll explain this more later)&lt;br /&gt;30. Visit Golden Spike (why have I never been there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2345308127460892623?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2345308127460892623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2345308127460892623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2345308127460892623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2345308127460892623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/12/goooooooaaaaaaallllllllllls-alpha.html' title='30/30'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frrITRptaeE/Twh_-M1P-YI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PYy5KA6Vxhw/s72-c/8074337-happy-people-isolated-over-white-background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5221608638474555078</id><published>2011-12-03T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:06:16.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zucchinis and Sandwiches...not together...that would be gross...maybe.</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Zucchini had an "h" in it? hmmm....the things you learn...I don't know why I'm typing so many ellipses (...) I guess I'm "pause-y" today? I'm sorry, I was just thinking about cats again. Anyway, let's get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Sensuous Sandwiches (aka Best Sandwich pretty much EVER) and I was so happy. I was just sitting there eating my sandwich, listening to a little girl tell her mom she was going to eat some chips or something she had dropped on the floor and just looking around being happy. I love that place. SO much. It's not just the sandwiches either (they'll be part of the refreshments at my wedding. That thought is solidified every time I go), it's something about how the place looks like a hole in the wall/dumpy place. There are all of these random cartoon posters/thoughts/jokes/pictures/ceiling tiles that are drawn all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood to leave, my eye caught sight of a poster that I didn't know was there and I read the first line and was going to leave...but I couldn't. It sucked me in and so I read this entire poster that was pretty long. It was called "Life's Little Instructions" (volume II). It just made me so happy. My favorite was something along the lines of "Don't plant zucchini unless you have a lot of friends" or something. It was so happy and warm and fun. And that is why i love Sensuous. I always leave knowing a little more than when I got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxrBy4-ZJpk/TtsE2Vs6y-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HG_Sd3ikRBU/s1600/instruction_book%2B1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxrBy4-ZJpk/TtsE2Vs6y-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HG_Sd3ikRBU/s400/instruction_book%2B1-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682140686443006946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5221608638474555078?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5221608638474555078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5221608638474555078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5221608638474555078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5221608638474555078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/12/zucchinis-and-sandwichesnot.html' title='Zucchinis and Sandwiches...not together...that would be gross...maybe.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxrBy4-ZJpk/TtsE2Vs6y-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HG_Sd3ikRBU/s72-c/instruction_book%2B1-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7673669383805066049</id><published>2011-11-28T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:13:48.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Full Beds (I Know What Love Is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZvUWakPSy4/TtQwj-xOidI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NRe2uU2cP0I/s1600/Sleep-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZvUWakPSy4/TtQwj-xOidI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NRe2uU2cP0I/s400/Sleep-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680218424724064722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course that was a Celine Dion reference) So I don't know if this is a common experience, but I LOVE having a full sized bed. I almost couldn't fall asleep because I got so excited about it last night. I was trying to fall asleep and I reached over and felt a book in my bed. I had the thought "This is so awesome! There is a book in here and I didn't even know it! SO MUCH ROOM!!! I'm leaving it in here". I should clarify: I didn't just barely get a full sized bed. I've had one since the Bran-bizzle and the start of this blog. Thank goodness when I moved into the hapt I got to continue the full bed-ness due to the fact that my mom had a spare. So..this is not new, but I still LOVE. I loved it so much that I started writing this post on the spot in my head. The only thing I remember is that I was going to talk about one of the worst nights of sleep I had. It was a queen bed that I shared with my sister and my nephew (who was like 4 at the time) during one of the death/funeral/trauma times. My nephew kicked me in the head all night. Anyway, I hope you have the best night eva and your bed appreesh grows. Goodnight ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7673669383805066049?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7673669383805066049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7673669383805066049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7673669383805066049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7673669383805066049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/11/ode-to-full-beds-i-know-what-love-is.html' title='Ode to Full Beds (I Know What Love Is)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZvUWakPSy4/TtQwj-xOidI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NRe2uU2cP0I/s72-c/Sleep-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2005008558154272832</id><published>2011-11-12T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:53:51.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that doesn't surprise me</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite things that people say about me. To me it's like they're saying "yeah, you're freaking weird and what you just said/did fits perfectly with your personality/swagger and my perception of you". I think it's because I like consistency and when someone "proofs" me and concludes "that doesn't surprise me" it suggests that I am a consistent person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I said surprise so many times because I wanted to solidify the spelling in my mind, but this shouldn't surprise you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2005008558154272832?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2005008558154272832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2005008558154272832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2005008558154272832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2005008558154272832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-doesnt-surprise-me.html' title='that doesn&apos;t surprise me'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5653406197865281826</id><published>2011-11-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:34:15.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good kind of blah.</title><content type='html'>Oh hey there. So...this happened in my class the other night. (yes, I write down funny quotes from class in my notebook and I doodle. That's why i take a notebook. Duh) Please note that they were talking over each other most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: [he was talking about how he teaches jr high during the day] So I go from small immature children to bigger...more mature-&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boy: Why are you looking at me?... I must be the biggest...(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Girl from Logan: You're the biggest mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I laughed...Which illustrates my point. Being content with my life is really super awesome, but it also means that I don't feel the need to be funny like I used to. So things that were mildly funny before are hilarious. You know what I mean? Life has been blah lately, but the best kind of blah in the world. This is why I haven't been BLAHging. See, I thought that was funny. Also, in the case of hangin' with my international friend Sarahj, when things are legit hilarious I can't breathe. That's all. I hope all is going well in your life. Stay classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5653406197865281826?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5653406197865281826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5653406197865281826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5653406197865281826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5653406197865281826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-kind-of-blah.html' title='A good kind of blah.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-290785137909372598</id><published>2011-09-10T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:14:36.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positively ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWSm9sG0xMM/Tmu1_LhEjoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CyA5QOpwMnI/s1600/Skyscraper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWSm9sG0xMM/Tmu1_LhEjoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CyA5QOpwMnI/s320/Skyscraper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650810254494305922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some positivity. One time I was at Gardener Village (on like the best day ever) and in one of the stores there was this room. In the room there were positive sayings everywhere: positive cards, books, magnets, pillows, etc. It was almost straight up magical. Just being in that room raised my energy. I'm kind of a "ra, ra, ra" type of person, if you know what I mean. It was a weird moment when i realized that everyone is not this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXs1G-LUe40/Tmu2-Z_OfcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9ptUSpkihB4/s1600/182590243_dFq5xFFi_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXs1G-LUe40/Tmu2-Z_OfcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9ptUSpkihB4/s400/182590243_dFq5xFFi_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650811340710641090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the love list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Being woken up by my roommate talking on the phone in the morning (because it means that I've slept through my alarms)&lt;br /&gt;*That the gospel doctrine teacher has us go around the room and say our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;something about us&lt;/span&gt; (there's usually a theme like "favorite ice cream flavor). Ris did this when she was prez and in single's wards it is much needed.&lt;br /&gt;*that i gave a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shout out&lt;/span&gt; to my roommate from the pulpit (accidentally)&lt;br /&gt;*that I want to throw up at my own &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nerdy references &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ridiculously healthy and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;delicious meals&lt;/span&gt; my mom makes&lt;br /&gt;*that I've played &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt; at my workplace&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/thedailylove"&gt;The Daily Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*how quickly I can turn a conversation &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weird/awkward &lt;/span&gt;(it's a gift, really)&lt;br /&gt;*getting back to normal&lt;br /&gt;*Facebook updates from my old boss. She is hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;*random &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;competitions&lt;/span&gt; (example: yesterday Guy#1 tried to make it from his desk (5th floor) to his car in 20 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;productive&lt;/span&gt; Saturday mornings&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;learning:&lt;/span&gt; a new dance, some spanish, how to fold my car windshield sun reflector thing&lt;br /&gt;*showering&lt;br /&gt;*Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;*friends who encourage me to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*washing the dishes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;by hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; sounds&lt;/span&gt; of the park &lt;br /&gt;*religious discussions&lt;br /&gt;*my family...to the core. &lt;br /&gt;*singing to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; on Youtube ;)&lt;br /&gt;*when someone puts a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blanket &lt;/span&gt;on me when I'm taking a nap because that is LOVE. simple love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go participate in one of my loves now: Sensuous Sandwiches. Stay classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="360" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dEWuAcMWDLY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-290785137909372598?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/290785137909372598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=290785137909372598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/290785137909372598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/290785137909372598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/09/positively.html' title='Positively ;)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWSm9sG0xMM/Tmu1_LhEjoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CyA5QOpwMnI/s72-c/Skyscraper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3795664742032198045</id><published>2011-08-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:17:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THn5wGFkh0M/TlkAliIfqzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-aHfS8vPK5Q/s1600/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THn5wGFkh0M/TlkAliIfqzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-aHfS8vPK5Q/s400/sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645544252703222578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my absolute most favorite nicknames people have given me is "Sunshine". It's such a warm, happy greeting. I also find it interesting that I have been given this nickname by different people at different times in my life. The same nickname by completely different people. Here is a list of other nicknames that I love and some I pretend to hate, but secretly I kinda still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mybesfrenAndrea!&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear&lt;br /&gt;Poobah Williams&lt;br /&gt;Handy Menagerie&lt;br /&gt;Andrehashttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&lt;br /&gt;Andreya (The spanish pronunciation)&lt;br /&gt;Andy&lt;br /&gt;Angachang&lt;br /&gt;Nania&lt;br /&gt;Toadie&lt;br /&gt;Andre3000 (I just made that one up)&lt;br /&gt;Angela (this one is just people getting my name wrong, but pretty much my entire ward thought my name was Angela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I was little I asked my mom why my name didn't have a "j" in it. I called myself Anjea.Your welcome. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF9-sEbqDvU"&gt;Speaking of adorable...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE****&lt;br /&gt;Aner&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo (given by my nephew who could totally say my name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3795664742032198045?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3795664742032198045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3795664742032198045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3795664742032198045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3795664742032198045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THn5wGFkh0M/TlkAliIfqzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-aHfS8vPK5Q/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8788944214637720779</id><published>2011-08-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:29:42.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why we don't have nice things!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGC-YEJMkek/TjzfUdBL1uI/AAAAAAAAANo/C0kePXIuUKg/s1600/lincoln_awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGC-YEJMkek/TjzfUdBL1uI/AAAAAAAAANo/C0kePXIuUKg/s400/lincoln_awesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637626376040994530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes as I'm leaving I have the thought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That could be the last thing they hear me say&lt;/span&gt;. I usually think that because I say some pretty weird crap...like seriously. It's not like I would mind going out on a weird note though. Let's be honest, it's who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day though as I was leaving I realized that the last thing I yelled (read:said) was "Stop talking to me, I have to go!" . ha ha ha ha ha. But really. I said it jokingly and to be honest, that's probs my last words most days, but it hit me on that day. I immed went back and told Lil'Lyl "Wait, I can't go out like that" to which we imparted our last words, which was something along the lines of: I love you, you gotta remember to tape the bottom, &lt;a href="http://www.universalhub.com/glossary/bobos.html"&gt;Bobo's&lt;/a&gt;, this is why we don't have nice things and always wear your seatbelt. Because these last words are totes more normal and appropriate to end on. Good Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8788944214637720779?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8788944214637720779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8788944214637720779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8788944214637720779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8788944214637720779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-why-we-dont-have-nice-things.html' title='This is why we don&apos;t have nice things!!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGC-YEJMkek/TjzfUdBL1uI/AAAAAAAAANo/C0kePXIuUKg/s72-c/lincoln_awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-6842973792112439573</id><published>2011-07-16T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:02:34.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>This is a comment I saw on Youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Lady﻿ Gaga taught me its ok to be different.&lt;br /&gt;Ke$ha﻿ taught me to be myself﻿ and not care what﻿ anyone﻿ else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars taught me﻿﻿ to do anything for that one person﻿﻿ I love.&lt;br /&gt;Eminem taught﻿ me﻿ that life is﻿ hard﻿ but you﻿ can make﻿ it through.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor﻿ Swift taught me﻿ not every guy is going to treat me right.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson taught﻿ me﻿ to always love the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;Music﻿﻿ taught﻿ me how﻿ to live.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,﻿ Rebecca Black taught me the days of the week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN! I might also add that Celine Dion changed my life and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9qetuydLrw"&gt;Demi Lovato taught me how to make a comeback.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="475" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_8ydghbGSg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story: Today I hugged the Cricut mascot which was actually my co-worker. I hugged my co-worker. That's weird when you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-6842973792112439573?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6842973792112439573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=6842973792112439573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6842973792112439573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6842973792112439573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/07/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r_8ydghbGSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8494021877088026330</id><published>2011-06-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:31:48.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Love Grow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pydIvJIBXr4/Tg1a5u04vmI/AAAAAAAAANY/sisolmXjxQM/s1600/Independence-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pydIvJIBXr4/Tg1a5u04vmI/AAAAAAAAANY/sisolmXjxQM/s400/Independence-Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624251457524514402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you...It will set you free&lt;br /&gt;Be more like the man you were made to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Music in meetings&lt;br /&gt;*Mumford &amp; Sons (and music in general, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;*My lion haired philosophy teacher (and talking about/debating humanity and what not)&lt;br /&gt;*Utah shirts at Wal-mart (side note: My fren Kim said "I think you're the only one in on the joke" but I'm already 3 shirts in. I'm pretty committed at this point)&lt;br /&gt;*Reading a blog that you think is your fren, but then realizing that it is someone else....and it took you half of the post to realize this (true story. She mentioned drinking wine. THAT is what made me realize. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;*The love game&lt;br /&gt;*The 5 Awesome Things About Me Game (aka showing me some love)&lt;br /&gt;*Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;*Harmonies (and Harmon's)&lt;br /&gt;*Challenges/Working Hard&lt;br /&gt;*Getting filled in on what's going on! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;*Waitresses spilling water&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes when someone walks into the room at work I'll say "John Doe, Everybody!" and I'll stand and clap and my co-workers will join in. We should cheer for people more often.&lt;br /&gt;*My mom helping me out&lt;br /&gt;*Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;*Sitting and Being in a beautiful spot&lt;br /&gt;*Change&lt;br /&gt;*Hope&lt;br /&gt;*Being able to feel ALL of the backs of my teeth and not having a permanent retainer at the moment!!&lt;br /&gt;*That I get to see my Sista and her Fam so soon that I can taste it!&lt;br /&gt;*That I live in a free country because men are willing to sacrifice their lives for it&lt;br /&gt;*****AMERICA!!!!!!**********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8494021877088026330?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8494021877088026330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8494021877088026330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8494021877088026330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8494021877088026330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-love-grow.html' title='Let Love Grow!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pydIvJIBXr4/Tg1a5u04vmI/AAAAAAAAANY/sisolmXjxQM/s72-c/Independence-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8243237471963650624</id><published>2011-06-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:55:49.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, boy...or girl</title><content type='html'>I have a problem. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to go to bed. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to be well rested to take my final tomorrow. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to be able to stay awake through work tomorrow....but more than anything....I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to watch Jerseylicious right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJd5-ZPzj58/TgFlmHb17uI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1TGc6_KC-eI/s1600/jerseylicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJd5-ZPzj58/TgFlmHb17uI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1TGc6_KC-eI/s400/jerseylicious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620885515440352994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be a fan, but I only have like 10 channels in my room and Style happens to be one of them. I made fun of Lil'Lyl for watching this show. Somewhere...somehow....someWHY I got hooked. It may have been the disco pants, the cheetah extensions, the fake tans, the italian-ness of it all...I will never know. All I know right now is I can't go to sleep because I need to see the latest episode. #Shame #lotsofShame    #twitterjokeonablog #IJustRealizedThisPostTitleMakesItSoundLikeI'mPregnant #Not #CalmDown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8243237471963650624?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8243237471963650624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8243237471963650624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8243237471963650624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8243237471963650624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-boyor-girl.html' title='Oh, boy...or girl'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJd5-ZPzj58/TgFlmHb17uI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1TGc6_KC-eI/s72-c/jerseylicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8630215656009534050</id><published>2011-06-17T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:47:38.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Bright and Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I joined Pinterest. It has changed my life a little bit. It's love in the form of pictures. It makes me ridiculously happy. Pictures of space make me ridiculously happy as well. The universe is so huge and just straight up awesome. What makes me happiest of all though is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnguqsMQmg4"&gt;Travis Wall routines&lt;/a&gt; + Ingrid Michaelson + So You Think You Can Dance. He does the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="475" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Cf6WDhCMhQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love art and beauty and expression. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8630215656009534050?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8630215656009534050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8630215656009534050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8630215656009534050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8630215656009534050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-things-bright-and-beautiful.html' title='All Things Bright and Beautiful'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6Cf6WDhCMhQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3605283179801069681</id><published>2011-06-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:40:50.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brace face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never going to Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat jokes'/><title type='text'>Timing is Everything</title><content type='html'>So... (Due in large part to a Capture the Flag incident wherein my mouth met a boys shoulder(?)) I got braces on my bottom teeth today! Yay for feeling like I'm 15 again! It brought back a lot of weird memories. I just hope I get asked to Prom, you know? I swear that I got louder and more obnoxious the second they were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKqqxGy6ZGA/TfGedtgjidI/AAAAAAAAANI/M5rx_qZfM2A/s1600/250px-Braces_smile_purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKqqxGy6ZGA/TfGedtgjidI/AAAAAAAAANI/M5rx_qZfM2A/s400/250px-Braces_smile_purple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616444443577256402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I also got a glimpse of my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mTTwcCVajAc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so for the moment, being 15 again is looking pretty good. If you need me, I'll be listening to Backstreet Boys and playing Solitaire on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side Note: Did you know that you can get gold colored braces? seriously. That was an option. I almost did it, but in the end I just couldn't commit to a 9-12 month long joke. I immediately regretted not getting them.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3605283179801069681?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3605283179801069681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3605283179801069681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3605283179801069681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3605283179801069681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/06/wheres-my-sandwich.html' title='Timing is Everything'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKqqxGy6ZGA/TfGedtgjidI/AAAAAAAAANI/M5rx_qZfM2A/s72-c/250px-Braces_smile_purple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1639243831677991398</id><published>2011-05-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T06:05:33.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Freaking Rocked College's Face Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qUV-Uv9CtY/TcFPEpSgxbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q2oBKOMzgN8/s1600/JB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qUV-Uv9CtY/TcFPEpSgxbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q2oBKOMzgN8/s400/JB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602846352647177650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 100% on my Biology final!!!! woot to the hoo! Sorry for bragging to the internet, but it's too late to send a mass text. This could easily turn into a post about how sometimes the things you think are going to be horrible are amazing. There would be pictures and graphs and research whatnot, but I'll hold back for y'alls sake. Today=Freaking Awesome Day!!!!! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now I Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Doing things that scare/challenge me&lt;br /&gt;*Rocking Biology!&lt;br /&gt;*Improv&lt;br /&gt;*Tina Fey&lt;br /&gt;*Amy Poehler&lt;br /&gt;*Lil'Lyl&lt;br /&gt;*Brownie Fudge Sundae thing at TGI Friday's&lt;br /&gt;*Prospects&lt;br /&gt;*Spring&lt;br /&gt;*Flowers&lt;br /&gt;*Grass&lt;br /&gt;*Parks&lt;br /&gt;*Driving to work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;*Self "Improvement" Books (srzly...How to Win Friends and Influence People, 7 Habits, Bossypants)&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing&lt;br /&gt;*Knowing a person really well&lt;br /&gt;*Amazing High Fives&lt;br /&gt;*My car&lt;br /&gt;*My Apt&lt;br /&gt;*My job&lt;br /&gt;*Getting toothpaste on my shirt because I was brushing my teeth and rocking out to Selena Gomez a little too hard&lt;br /&gt;*Over sharing...ha ha&lt;br /&gt;*Suze Orman&lt;br /&gt;*My Flamly&lt;br /&gt;*My Frens&lt;br /&gt;*Harmon's&lt;br /&gt;*Writing rambling messages to Wrist&lt;br /&gt;*I love to learn!!! ha ha...but for real doh&lt;br /&gt;*Revisiting old hilarious stories that I've forgotten about&lt;br /&gt;*Having fun things to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;*Meaningful conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1639243831677991398?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1639243831677991398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1639243831677991398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1639243831677991398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1639243831677991398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-freaking-rocked-colleges-face.html' title='I Just Freaking Rocked College&apos;s Face Off!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qUV-Uv9CtY/TcFPEpSgxbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q2oBKOMzgN8/s72-c/JB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3333585182701983313</id><published>2011-03-05T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:02:46.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 3 Haiku Ode to Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP-a9xrRrL4/TXLdKOJ0IhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b4-Oib1fn0U/s1600/bacon_slices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP-a9xrRrL4/TXLdKOJ0IhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b4-Oib1fn0U/s400/bacon_slices.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580766055933157906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sizzle, sizzle, hiss&lt;br /&gt;it’s the sound of happiness&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME SOME BACON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in true J-Kub fashion, he one-upped me with such ease with the following 2 haiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed a pig some trash&lt;br /&gt;and he turns it to bacon,&lt;br /&gt;pigs are cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salty, smoked maple,&lt;br /&gt;A thin slice of "heart-attack"&lt;br /&gt;Pass me more bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3333585182701983313?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3333585182701983313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3333585182701983313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3333585182701983313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3333585182701983313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-haiku-ode-to-bacon.html' title='A 3 Haiku Ode to Bacon'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP-a9xrRrL4/TXLdKOJ0IhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b4-Oib1fn0U/s72-c/bacon_slices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-9109643441682888825</id><published>2011-02-21T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:03:28.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'adore</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the most dorbs, classy, besfroomate, &lt;a href="http://tiffanyjanephotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/ris-tev.html"&gt;bride-to-be&lt;/a&gt; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I know I am 24 years old...but sometimes I just need/love to listen to Justin Bieber in my ducky robe and bunny slippers. And I need you to be okay with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzKzJWQP1E/TWNAEX3SA2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yvz9acMBvEQ/s1600/bunny%2Bducky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzKzJWQP1E/TWNAEX3SA2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yvz9acMBvEQ/s400/bunny%2Bducky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576371207484343138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-9109643441682888825?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/9109643441682888825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=9109643441682888825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9109643441682888825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9109643441682888825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/02/jadore.html' title='J&apos;adore'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzKzJWQP1E/TWNAEX3SA2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yvz9acMBvEQ/s72-c/bunny%2Bducky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4675448903435046879</id><published>2011-01-25T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:19:56.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Classy Conversation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I have a particularly intriguing conversation with someone on instant messenger, I copy it and send it to myself. I like to remember things? I don't know. Anyway, Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{After working out a problem or something of that nature}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moi:&lt;/span&gt; If I was wearing a top hat (which would be weird) I would tip it at you as a friendly gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt;: And I would bow and say something like “my lady” because that seems appropriate when talking to a lady in a top hat.&lt;br /&gt;or you’re crazy, go get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est Tout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4675448903435046879?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4675448903435046879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4675448903435046879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4675448903435046879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4675448903435046879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/01/classy-conversation.html' title='A Classy Conversation'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7174767202740402297</id><published>2011-01-19T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:49:22.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe (and what have you)</title><content type='html'>So there I was...looking through my email thing. I had a note in there. I opened it. All it said was "Handshakes". Does anyone have a clue where a was going with that? and/or Do you want to go get a milkshake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is amazing and proof that there is something bigger going on here. I have a biology class at present. While I'm not too hip on the sciences, I have to admit that everything I learn is a testament to the fact that there is a God. It amazes me. That, alone, is worth all of the suffering. Seriously! Can someone explain lipids, carbohydrates, nucleic acids, and proteins to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="475" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ne6tB2KiZuk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's way awesome if you participate. Just a suggest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2008/10/come-what-may-and-love-it?lang=eng"&gt;This is the funniest conference talk I've ever heard.&lt;/a&gt; It also describes, perfectly, my philosophy on life. 'Tis all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7174767202740402297?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7174767202740402297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7174767202740402297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7174767202740402297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7174767202740402297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/01/universe-and-what-have-you.html' title='The Universe (and what have you)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ne6tB2KiZuk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4450313940476941288</id><published>2011-01-11T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:14:53.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one eleven (minute appreciation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TS0anhitAmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jb2gVtMeLf8/s1600/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TS0anhitAmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jb2gVtMeLf8/s320/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561130381193577058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you realized the craziness of today: it's 1/11/11. That's A. Lott of 1's. I missed 11:11am, but since the date was technically 1/11, I decided to make 1/11/11 at 1:11pm a moment worth remembering. I made my co-workers join me in my minute-long celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; haiku (because I freaking love haiku's in a way that words cannot describe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:11 right now&lt;br /&gt;great time for haiku's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one one one one one&lt;/span&gt; (or, in it's original text 1/11/11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's today's date. Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;OCD's love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*OCD's meaning people with OCD specifically in regards to the number 1 or 11. It was a haiku, I had to keep it simple and didn't really have much prep time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;today? eleven&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it will not be&lt;br /&gt;this makes my heart sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things I learned in one minute of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After the haiku's we had leftover time. I had asked J-Kub at approx 1:10pm if he had any jokes to contribute. At 1:11 I learned that people need more than 1 minute to prepare a joke that's work-appropriate and incorporates the number 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also learned that inspirational speeches that can't last more than 30 seconds require some preparation. I tend to ramble otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The belief that we must celebrate the little moments in life and appreciate them before they pass was once again solidified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until 11:11am on 11/11/11. It's going to be epic. I've already started planning. It might look something like Ingrid Michaelson covering "Toxic" by Britney Spears. Guess you'll just have to wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koWSgcbrY6M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koWSgcbrY6M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4450313940476941288?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4450313940476941288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4450313940476941288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4450313940476941288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4450313940476941288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-eleven-minute-appreciation.html' title='one eleven (minute appreciation)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TS0anhitAmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Jb2gVtMeLf8/s72-c/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8271917780539605601</id><published>2010-11-29T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:59:59.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Go For the Bundle?</title><content type='html'>Don't know if you know this, but it's fuh-reezing cold! All of this weather business has got me thinking of ways to improve my well-being during the dreaded winter months. Somehow I came across the idea of getting a heated seat cushion for my car. Brilliant, right? So there I was browsing Amazon, who I love. They have a section on the product page where it shows bundles of things that are commonly purchased together. On the page of one of the heated cushions I was looking at was this gem of a bundle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TPSD8BplX2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/4QQgR6zQ-Rw/s1600/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TPSD8BplX2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/4QQgR6zQ-Rw/s400/random.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545202108458164066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRZLY!?!? It made me laugh. How many people have made that purchase combination? Does this mean I shouldn't purchase that specific seat warmer since I didn't really like the Dark Knight and never saw Batman Begins? My mind is blown. Thank you Amazon. Stay classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8271917780539605601?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8271917780539605601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8271917780539605601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8271917780539605601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8271917780539605601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-i-go-for-bundle.html' title='Should I Go For the Bundle?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TPSD8BplX2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/4QQgR6zQ-Rw/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3738875448740891932</id><published>2010-11-24T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:59:27.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serious Post (Everything Happens for a Reason)</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. So lately I've had severe writers block for this blog. I try to keep it funny and light, but lately I've been wanting to go more serious. I'm working through a lot of things personally. It's been a really healing summer/fall. I feel like I need to share with you as the next step in this whole healing process. It's interesting because (out of the people that I know read this blog. Creepers, assign yourselves accordingly) I've met all of you at different points in the story. I've told some of you these stories, some of you have lived through them with me, some of you came along after. All of you have played a part in it. (not you, creeper. Well, kinda I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been inspired to live a more honest and open life. I tend to keep things close to me. Especially since all of the trauma I've been through. It was too much to process and I'm the type of person that has to figure things out for myself first before I can talk about it. I'm trying to change that about myself. It's hard to change who you are though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of tragedies (because I love lists):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Before I was born, my dad was diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.net/channel/multiple-sclerosis-ms.html"&gt;MS&lt;/a&gt;. I had to watch him struggle to walk and see him sick a lot. When I was 15 he was given permanent medical leave from his work. Kake and ward people were my only friends that knew this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After I had graduated and moved out, (July 15, 2005) my brother Tate was in a serious motorcycle accident. They sent him on life flight to the U. The doctors told us several times that he was going to die. By some miracle, he lived. In the process, I had blamed Sarahj (who I had moved out with) for everything because of the guilt I felt for moving out and leaving my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fall of 2006 was a nightmare. At the end of September my brother Chet got thrown off his horse, hung up, and dragged down the side of a mountain. He looked like death. About two weeks later he and his friends were driving down Logan canyon when they got in a wreck with a Semi. It should have killed all of them. His friend, Buster, was the only casualty. On the day Chet got out of the hospital (October 30, 2006), my brother Tate died. He was hunting, crossing a fence. His gun went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9 months later (July 13, 2007) My dad passed away. He got a blood clot in his lungs after surgery (Gallbladder). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-January of 2008 my mom married Kake's uncle. I spent most of the year (until August) not talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, this happened. I couldn't make this up. I still can't believe it all sometimes. All that said, I can't even begin to tell you all the good that as come from it. I have such a strong relationship with my siblings because of it. We have all grown immensely. It has taught me to appreciate the small things. I'm independent and have a really good job. I'm not scared of where life can take me because I've seen the bad and lived through it. I know myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not telling some of you this in person. It's very recent that I've reached a point where I can talk about it. It's very heavy things to be putting on people (which is why I didn't talk about it). All of you have helped in the healing process. I owe you the world. Especially (but certainly not limited to): Ris, Kake, Sista!, Sarahj, Reg&amp;Brit, Lil'Lyl, Che'BabyLoveCakes, intern, the mother and so on and so forth. I'll get back to my regularly scheduled blog.&lt;object width="475" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sxZC_yWayc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sxZC_yWayc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3738875448740891932?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3738875448740891932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3738875448740891932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3738875448740891932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3738875448740891932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/11/serious-post-everything-happens-for.html' title='The Serious Post (Everything Happens for a Reason)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4320325990228047599</id><published>2010-11-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:48:38.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TN73Z88hEFI/AAAAAAAAALs/UH7FtVsqHpk/s1600/fork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TN73Z88hEFI/AAAAAAAAALs/UH7FtVsqHpk/s400/fork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539136616941031506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought this was going to be about Twilight, didn't you? (If you didn't, can we pretend that you did? because otherwise that would mean that I just made a lame Twilight reference and I won't be able to sleep at night knowing I have done such things.K thanks) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird moment the other day and I feel an overwhelming urge to share it. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, at lunch in the break room. On this particular day I had decided to go with the always delicious Mac &amp; Cheese singles. I had pulled out a plastic fork to stir my Mac &amp; Cheese, then left it on the table with the cheese packet because the lunchroom wasn't very crowded and I didn't want to carry it around. I joined mybesfrenLil'Lyl at a table and began the daily lunch banter. After a while I heard a beep from the microwave and walked back to get my food. As I approached the microwaves I saw KP getting his lunch which whatevs, no big deal except...He had a fork in his hand. MY FORK! Just as the shock was setting in, he put MY fork in HIS mouth!!! How could he do such a thing? I paused to ask myself (as Sarahj does) "Should I blow up?". I opened my mouth to say something like "WHY would you EVER take a persons fork and put it in your MOUTH? Just get your OWN...(slowly realizing)..out of the drawer...(it's sinking in)...like everyone else." (She gets it!) Confrontation averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, in my head, my fork was the only one in the world. How had I not realized that obviously KP had got his own from the drawer while my actual fork was still sitting safely on the table, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XK4bG0SPbIs"&gt;untouched and intact&lt;/a&gt;. Because my name is Andrea and I always feel like I have to confess my weird thoughts to a person (and apologize for wanting to yell at them ) KP spent the rest of lunch joking about my fork. Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4320325990228047599?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4320325990228047599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4320325990228047599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4320325990228047599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4320325990228047599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/11/forks.html' title='Forks.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TN73Z88hEFI/AAAAAAAAALs/UH7FtVsqHpk/s72-c/fork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3090552974629951565</id><published>2010-10-31T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:06:07.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolf Bar Mitzvah. Spooky! Scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TM5GOW9wnRI/AAAAAAAAALk/hTobGxhkXjk/s1600/hal40001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TM5GOW9wnRI/AAAAAAAAALk/hTobGxhkXjk/s400/hal40001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534438204581649682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween y'all! Who's that dorbs chubby nurse with the knock-knees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Here's the weird thing about Halloween: being in a serious meeting with Pirates, a toy soldier, a rocker, and Mr. Clean. Can you really trust a pirate? Also, it's hard to concentrate when you have amazing rocker hair staring you in the face and you (dressed as a Seattle Grace surgeon) are fighting the urge to stand up, hit your first on the table and yell "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IFeLg-12HU"&gt;She goes, I go&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The other day DB said "I feel like your love of Taylor Swift has kinda went away". Answer: It has not, if anything it's probably gone up. I've just learned to better control it. It's halloween though, and speak now is out. Let's party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7LdW2KQCSE"&gt;This never gets old. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybZ3ivLtQmw"&gt;Here's a halloween gem&lt;/a&gt; (at 4 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav tracks from Speak Now: Last Kiss, Long Live, Mine, Never Grow Up, and Mean.&lt;br /&gt;Fav hidden message on the album: Life is full of little interrruptions (on "Innocent" which is about the Kanye incident)&lt;br /&gt;This is me holding back, people. 'Tis all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3090552974629951565?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3090552974629951565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3090552974629951565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3090552974629951565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3090552974629951565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/10/werewolf-bar-mitzvah-spooky-scary.html' title='Werewolf Bar Mitzvah. Spooky! Scary!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TM5GOW9wnRI/AAAAAAAAALk/hTobGxhkXjk/s72-c/hal40001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7885882700480822570</id><published>2010-10-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:06:21.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts That I Have (in my head)</title><content type='html'>*I know I liked that boy, but iTunes is telling me that I've listened to "Ain't Nothing 'Bout You" 292 times...? Also, I know I've listened to G.R.I.N.D more than 7. Get your act together iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I heart the Ukelele I just bought. I don't know why I ever bothered with guitar. It was made for my tiny hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Conversation I had at work today via telephone with one of our vendors:&lt;br /&gt;me: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;he: Hey, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;me: good! you?&lt;br /&gt;he:good&lt;br /&gt;me: good. How are you?...Oh, I just asked that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of View from the Top. I stifled giggles throughout the rest of the conversation and ended it with "Well thanks for checking with me on that. I appreesh" (pretty sure he doesn't abbrev. He mostly just speaks engineer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Today Lil'Lyl gave the best definition of me I've ever heard "You talk about 2 things: Food and Taylor Swift". Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A new fav saying of mine is "for obvious reasons" in situations where the reason was not obvious. Example from real life: "I was making cat noises for obvious reasons.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I spend too much of my time around people that know me all too well, so when I get around people I don't know I expect them to get me. They usually don't. I'm like Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still don't know how/if I am a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dos Quatro is not as fun to say as Dos Tres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grey's needs to not be so incredibly dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have hilarious friends. Yes, you. I'm talking about you. You are hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is the creepiest/most glorious pic I own. Even more so than &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/fat-andrea.html"&gt;Fat Andrea&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TMefZCbGEGI/AAAAAAAAALc/dh18m978t0w/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-26+at+20.35+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TMefZCbGEGI/AAAAAAAAALc/dh18m978t0w/s400/Photo+on+2010-10-26+at+20.35+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532565919744004194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7885882700480822570?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7885882700480822570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7885882700480822570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7885882700480822570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7885882700480822570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-that-i-have-in-my-head.html' title='Thoughts That I Have (in my head)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TMefZCbGEGI/AAAAAAAAALc/dh18m978t0w/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-26+at+20.35+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1163494633128797664</id><published>2010-10-13T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:02:43.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens for a Reason (Stories with Morals)</title><content type='html'>I've always been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. The following story is further evidence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Big Cheese's birthday so we got &lt;a href="http://www.beyondglaze.com/Gallery.aspx"&gt;doughnuts&lt;/a&gt; and milk. These weren't your mama's donuts, they were all fancy and what-not. After careful consideration I decided to go with a german chocolate doughnut. JKub and I even had a long discush about the impact that german chocolate has had on our lives/birthdays. (side note: He would get a personal pumpkin pie AND a german chocolate cake for his b-day. Life doesn't get any better than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at my desk to partake of the goodness. I took a bite. It was pretty tasty, but I started to consider if it was worth the calories (a consequence of becoming an adult). I got out of my chair to go get a glass of milk. As I was walking back to my desk I saw Alejandro grab my plate with the doughnut on it and start running (because we are all just over-grown children). Then....he dropped it on the floor. Totally accidental, but the doughnut was done. I laughed because it was funny, but was grateful that I didn't have to eat the rest of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TLous7U2KmI/AAAAAAAAALU/YypXi7RBhIQ/s1600/mmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TLous7U2KmI/AAAAAAAAALU/YypXi7RBhIQ/s400/mmmm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528782841924954722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well... He felt so bad that he got me another doughnut (dif kind) and put it in front of me. I told him I didn't want it, but he felt bad. He said he would feel bad until I at least took a bite. I countered with "What if I don't take a bite and instead you can be my slave for life". Apparently, to some people that's not a fair trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caved and took a bite of the guilt doughnut. I don't know if it was the fact that it was calorie free (when you're doing someone a favor, the calories don't count) or what, but that was the freaking best doughnut ever. Seriously. I kind of wanted to cry. I immed said "This is the best tasting doughnut ever". He thought I was being nice, but in my heart...dang it was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't get caught....wait, wrong story. The moral of this one is Everything Happens for a Reason. Had Alejandro not been careless, I would never have tasted the goodness of that chocolate covered strawberry heaven-ness. I would have eaten the rest of my german chocolate doughnut and felt bad about it. Sometimes (most times) we don't know what it is that we need, but someone else does. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1163494633128797664?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1163494633128797664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1163494633128797664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1163494633128797664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1163494633128797664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/10/everything-happens-for-reason-stories.html' title='Everything Happens for a Reason (Stories with Morals)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TLous7U2KmI/AAAAAAAAALU/YypXi7RBhIQ/s72-c/mmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1704253890611145420</id><published>2010-10-04T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T05:30:50.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TKqTgHV_UQI/AAAAAAAAALM/rm_bwi--HI4/s1600/haunted_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TKqTgHV_UQI/AAAAAAAAALM/rm_bwi--HI4/s400/haunted_house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524390072859709698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's my birthday month and also &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtjRJTxoMVw"&gt;ShortyFiyaBurnin&lt;/a&gt;' and  &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/studioillustar"&gt;BrittanyHeinahjhdflhgalfA&lt;/a&gt;'s. Anyway, ShortyFiyaBurnin suggested to me "We should go to a haunted house for our birthdays!" to which I had to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm the person who basically mauled a &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/05/california-here-we-come.html"&gt;complete stranger&lt;/a&gt; on the Tower of Terror ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When I went to the aquarium, I was looking in the tank of sharks (little ones, mind you, not great white sharks) thinking "wow, this feels like I'm in the water" and a shark swam towards me. I yelled a swear and spent the rest of the time making sure Lil'Lyl was in front of me so I knew that I wasn't really in the tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I ran up 3 flights of stairs because I got it worked up &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/08/grind-get-ready-its-new-day.html"&gt;in my head&lt;/a&gt; that the other person in there was chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can't play a game of laser tag without screaming when I see another human being (on my team or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In our old building, the door to our room was at the top of some stairs. There was also a window on the door, so you could see if someone was there, right? So one day I was leaving and as I reached for the handle, the door pulled open, but I couldn't see anyone through the window. I know that door wasn't haunted, but in that moment I questioned it. It scared the crap out of me. Turns out Alejandro was walking up the stairs and opened the door before he made it all of the way to the top (I know, a visual aide would be really helpful right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One time I was listening to Twilight and right as Bella had fallen off of the motorcycle, Lil'Lyl shook my chair and I had a mini heart attack (which is adorable cuz it's mini :)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A really bad thunderstorm can &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-glimpse.html"&gt;scare me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally.... I'm down with going to a haunted house! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BYzPSxUeTA"&gt;I heart Fall.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1704253890611145420?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1704253890611145420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1704253890611145420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1704253890611145420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1704253890611145420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/10/naturally.html' title='Naturally...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TKqTgHV_UQI/AAAAAAAAALM/rm_bwi--HI4/s72-c/haunted_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3844933510086435715</id><published>2010-09-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:39:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful :)</title><content type='html'>Shortyfiyaburnin once said to me "Every time I hear the word delightful, it makes me think of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is... Delightful. I can't tell you how happy I am, how normal I feel, and the depth of all of this. To those of you who have felt normal the whole time, it wouldn't mean anything. It's the world to me though. Today pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my local bookstore and I found a book by a lady I've listen to and liked on the moth podcast. I sat down to look through it&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TJZkhtZ2lzI/AAAAAAAAALE/6MdW806DffA/s1600/Happy+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TJZkhtZ2lzI/AAAAAAAAALE/6MdW806DffA/s400/Happy+Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518708923675612978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whilst Kaleidoscope Heart (which is a great cd. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR7-AUmiNcA"&gt;Very fun and awesome&lt;/a&gt;) played over the speakers. The book is so hysterical and witty and everything you'd want a book to be. I had to purchase. Then I got in my car, sang along to the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hznh3mM_b08"&gt;new&lt;/a&gt; Allred cd and ended up here. A park that I found by chance. Everything is connected my friends. Life is good. (Actually it's terrible and confusing and what-not, but the gospel makes everything good). I've been feeling so creative I want to burst, which is a sign of my happiness. Not that I need to be creative to be happy. Happiness makes me more creative and inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: The first couple of chapters of that book are amazing. The rest is not so great.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3844933510086435715?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3844933510086435715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3844933510086435715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3844933510086435715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3844933510086435715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/09/delightful.html' title='Delightful :)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TJZkhtZ2lzI/AAAAAAAAALE/6MdW806DffA/s72-c/Happy+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7144640400411562065</id><published>2010-09-04T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:47:20.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking a stand! and the Kris Jenner Effect</title><content type='html'>Recently on twitter &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/taylorswift13/statuses/22464616754"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; addressed the topic of LARPing, shoving the issue to the forefront of society and forcing me to take an official stance. LARPing, for those of you unfamiliar with such events, is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_action_role-playing_game"&gt;Live Action Role Playing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I sent out a tweet stating "Sometimes people are so geeky that I throw up in my mouth a little bit". Now this might make it seem like I am anti-LARP, but (plot twist!) I am PRO LARPing. Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most geeks sit on their couch (or at a computer) and play video games. LARPing gets them out in society- active geeking, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TILninib35I/AAAAAAAAAK0/nwBJxejw0UU/s1600/kris-jenner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TILninib35I/AAAAAAAAAK0/nwBJxejw0UU/s200/kris-jenner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513223475769892754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Sometimes a person or thing is so ridiculous that it's brilliant. I call this "The Kris Jenner" effect. It varies by personal preference as we all have a different background and view of the world. What one may deem "ridiculous" another may experience it as "appropriate".  For example: John Mayer. Some may say John Mayer is a rude, self-absorbed, jerk (personality, not talent). To me, yes, John Mayer is a little bit of all of those, but that is what makes him awesome. He says whatever he wants. He does whatever he wants. He's so over the top in some of his interviews that you just can't help but like him for doing exactly that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dating in the Dark also supports "The Kris Jenner Effect". You must watch it. It is life-changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: The other day i was talking to DB. He was telling me about how he was playing hard-to-get when he met his wife. I asked him why. His response? "because I am"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7144640400411562065?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7144640400411562065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7144640400411562065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7144640400411562065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7144640400411562065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-taking-stand-and-kris-jenner-effect.html' title='I&apos;m taking a stand! and the Kris Jenner Effect'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TILninib35I/AAAAAAAAAK0/nwBJxejw0UU/s72-c/kris-jenner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5839282156831202233</id><published>2010-08-25T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:32:32.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School! First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>First Day of School! Love it! I've missed school...I won't be saying that in about a week, but for now. It was all fun and exciting all day. I bought a new shirt and a necklace. I showed my work friends my new backpack. J-Kub showed me a pick of his kids all ready before school and it was all happy. Then I got sad. My mom didn't take a picture of me this morning as I was leaving my apt... So I took matters into my own hands. This is me at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/THW0PoE2btI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i60-8nTdbPQ/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+17.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/THW0PoE2btI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i60-8nTdbPQ/s200/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+17.31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507899706470098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey mom, could you scrapbook that for me? :) k Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5839282156831202233?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5839282156831202233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5839282156831202233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5839282156831202233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5839282156831202233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school-first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School! First Day of School!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/THW0PoE2btI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i60-8nTdbPQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+17.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5508299336958512268</id><published>2010-08-22T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:13:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've forced my LOVE of Taylor Swift upon y'all. I am so psyched for this video!!! (August 27th!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:554026" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=id%3D1646112%26vid%3D554026%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A554026" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;padding:4px;width:500px;text-align:center;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/swift__taylor/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling (that tonight's gonna be a good night) that it's going to be my new fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want a boy to say this to me (I may or may not have cried the first time I saw this)(They are in an elevator, which, as we know is romantic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/NzVI5dbLIrE/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzVI5dbLIrE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzVI5dbLIrE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be so awkward when he calls me Meredith Grey and talks about all of the "surgeries" we've done...but we'll get past it because it will be love. ha ha. Also, Sarahj, why do you not watch this show?!? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5508299336958512268?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5508299336958512268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5508299336958512268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5508299336958512268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5508299336958512268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/08/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3836508165182200347</id><published>2010-08-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:28:02.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.R.I.N.D (Get Ready, It's a New Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TGX7joMVxDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_ODPDadSShw/s1600/Stairwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TGX7joMVxDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_ODPDadSShw/s200/Stairwell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505082709033468978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I have A. Lott to blog about....ummm....well...boys, moving, Grey's, frens, awkward moments, Change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a weird moment (from my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work and about to head up the stairs. I heard someone behind me, but I didn't look to see who it was because I didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking up the stairs, I decided to skip a few to get ahead of the follower. I could hear their footsteps below me, but it's kind of impossible to tell how far ahead you are. I started to think about horror movies and the likes of "The Bourne Ultimatum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I pictured that this person was chasing me. This would have been fine except their footsteps were really loud. Footsteps are always really loud in horror movies. It started to become really real to me. Could have been the paint fumes, but despite reason, I started to get scared. I literally ran up the remaining 3 flights of stairs and walked back to my desk completely winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: I'm too out of shape for a Horror/Action movie. Oh, and I might be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Couple hours later I was talking to the Cuban in the break room. I went to go back to my area. After I had gone through the door the Cuban flung the door open and said "Andrea, get Dallin!" which, given the mindset I was in, sounded like he said &lt;br /&gt;"Andrea, GET DOWN!!!". It threw me into "a bit of a panic"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3836508165182200347?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3836508165182200347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3836508165182200347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3836508165182200347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3836508165182200347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/08/grind-get-ready-its-new-day.html' title='G.R.I.N.D (Get Ready, It&apos;s a New Day)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TGX7joMVxDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_ODPDadSShw/s72-c/Stairwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2017243670731898713</id><published>2010-07-26T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:40:34.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DORBS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eze_bfl41io"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/a&gt; Kake had baby Yankee on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TE5g6Y447GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GJF_z9clEJA/s1600/Yankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TE5g6Y447GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GJF_z9clEJA/s200/Yankee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498438751295695970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he so freaking cute? I can't wait to see the little guy. I've been calling him Yankee pretty much the entire pregnancy. My plan was that it would just start to sound right and normal to her and they'd name him that. They didn't, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing ever was when we were trying to convince her to name him "Cullen". She hasn't read/watched any Twilight, so it was hysterical to us when she actually considered it for a while. She asked where the name came from and i said "I don't remember, I just heard it once". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is however a sad post because I no longer get to poke Kake in the stomach and say "Yankee...it's me, Andrea" to which Kake would respond by smacking me in the head and tell me to leave him alone, he can hear me without me talking to her stomach, or he's sleeping...ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2017243670731898713?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2017243670731898713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2017243670731898713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2017243670731898713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2017243670731898713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/07/dorbs.html' title='DORBS!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TE5g6Y447GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GJF_z9clEJA/s72-c/Yankee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4404847781015309990</id><published>2010-07-15T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:42:39.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is LOVE (Round II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TD_UH7vJuUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_TZgqXk3Ats/s1600/Tay+hrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TD_UH7vJuUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_TZgqXk3Ats/s320/Tay+hrt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494343303174928706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-love-i-love-being-in-love-i-dont.html"&gt;the LOVE game&lt;/a&gt;? Well... Here's round II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I L-O-V-E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures in South Jordan- new places to eat, elevators, getting lost, commuting, awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haircuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tt-yul9YL90"&gt;This...at 2:36&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Attire- Seriously. I love getting dressed up. I wish my work would give us a dress code again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv on DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine (always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fielding in the summer- riding bikes, laying out on the lawn, playing piano, singing, seeing people I haven't seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating the little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids that say adorable/funny things- especially you little girl (with her mom) in the changing room next to mine at the mall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving people rides home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting up cashiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensuous Sandwiches...I constantly crave their sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumping into/hearing from people I haven't talked to in the ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth whitening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the 13th was just a normal day for me. I've missed feeling normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri Dew and other inspiring talks I've listened to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog stalking &lt;a href="http://www.etfphotography.com/blog/jared-amber/"&gt;photographers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good story (Michaela Murphey on the Moth Podcast, I'm talking to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing how the work I do has changed a persons life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...big finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKdCjcVOczk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKdCjcVOczk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pretty sure it's my new fav scene in all of Grey's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you LOVE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4404847781015309990?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4404847781015309990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4404847781015309990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4404847781015309990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4404847781015309990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-you-need-is-love-round-ii.html' title='All You Need Is LOVE (Round II)'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TD_UH7vJuUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_TZgqXk3Ats/s72-c/Tay+hrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2884739752529410555</id><published>2010-07-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T05:33:29.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTAZ!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TDcWqKtAkMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V-RBgChQYxc/s1600/cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TDcWqKtAkMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V-RBgChQYxc/s320/cameron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491883184285061314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Sistas brithday! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the most hysterical people you will ever meet. Always good for a laugh. She is my only sister in the sea of boys that is the Anger family. She is constantly making up simile's like "we gotta run like chickens" (they're generally more brilliant than that, I just can't think of any at the moment). I have seriously the funniest stories with her, but I'm not sure she would appreesh me sharing any of the ones I'm thinking of....I'll share this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would probably be the only two people in the world that would laugh hysterically, then take a picture of us re-enacting a sign for a place called "Sisters". (In Seattle by Pike's Market).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TDcW4_zdn0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/UuNppEcxx5c/s1600/sistas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TDcW4_zdn0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/UuNppEcxx5c/s320/sistas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491883439057379138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Sista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2884739752529410555?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2884739752529410555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2884739752529410555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2884739752529410555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2884739752529410555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/07/sistaz.html' title='SISTAZ!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TDcWqKtAkMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V-RBgChQYxc/s72-c/cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7897539756471507826</id><published>2010-06-23T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:40:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I don't read Harry Potter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TCKw_EyOy_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/rzzDZqGb8tY/s1600/HarryPotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TCKw_EyOy_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/rzzDZqGb8tY/s320/HarryPotter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486141893753359346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (to D): A muggle is someone that's not a wizard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Sorry, what? Something about mugging a Wizard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M (having just returned to her desk beside me): You mugged a lizard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the conversation turned to animal rights {"They're people too"} and how reading ruins lives. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moij7279O4A"&gt;amen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7897539756471507826?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7897539756471507826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7897539756471507826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7897539756471507826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7897539756471507826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-i-dont-read-harry-potter.html' title='This is why I don&apos;t read Harry Potter...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TCKw_EyOy_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/rzzDZqGb8tY/s72-c/HarryPotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8814693541751954673</id><published>2010-06-08T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:21:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Forrest, RUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TA8GyL8a7PI/AAAAAAAAAJk/McgxWImU_ow/s1600/Forrest_Running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TA8GyL8a7PI/AAAAAAAAAJk/McgxWImU_ow/s320/Forrest_Running.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480606730802621682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reminded of one of the things I love about Provo in the summer (slash anytime really but more-so in the summer). There is a ridiculous amount of people that run. While I laugh at how hysterical some of them look as they're barely moving their legs trying to make it up a hill, on the inside there is nothing but a deep admiration. They're bold enough to look like that in front of whoever drives by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My favorite thing&lt;/span&gt;: Yell encouraging words at such people. "You can do it" and "Oh, you got this one!" are my top go-to phrases. It's happy. As they're giving me perplexed looks back I know in their hearts they feel like a champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Girl on University Ave yesterday, one word: Bra...preferably of the sport variety. You are out of control.  'tis all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8814693541751954673?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8814693541751954673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8814693541751954673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8814693541751954673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8814693541751954673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-forrest-run.html' title='Run Forrest, RUN!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TA8GyL8a7PI/AAAAAAAAAJk/McgxWImU_ow/s72-c/Forrest_Running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5066415057808213130</id><published>2010-06-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:31:27.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the perfect time for a trust circle!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to blog about my personal life right now. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TAqhhIAkN4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/v5lukQHjPik/s1600/Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TAqhhIAkN4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/v5lukQHjPik/s400/Happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479369487107241858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had one of the best days ever. I went to work and basically just hung out with my peeps and packed (we start at the new location on Monday. Get ready for stories about me getting lost and awkward elevator moments that perhaps involve me not knowing how to get to my floor). Jenn's Husband told us funny stories, Alejandro threw a toy "baseball" at my face, j made jokes about me being a future serial-killer and we all just laughed and played. I seriously just LOVE my co-workers. We argue and yell at each other from time to time, but in the end they're my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been keeping a mini-notebook full of quotes from my life. It has been delightful. You realize how fun life actually is when you compile funny moments and inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[overheard by JL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: We're doing a social experiment much like the Real World...except we're at work&lt;br /&gt;Quilt: and we don't sleep with each other.&lt;br /&gt;me: Speak for yourself... I get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: I do not know this JL. Apparently his face during said conversation was priceless. Now he thinks I'm a slut. Booyah achieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TAqirDvtlFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XK2IPR4BGo8/s1600/killers_posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TAqirDvtlFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XK2IPR4BGo8/s400/killers_posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479370757273130066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I went to the mall with Li'lyl, met up with Miss Heina at RUBY RIVER...mmmm.... best meal ever. Our waitress was Kimberly which made me laugh every time. Then we went to the mall and saw Killers. Freaking hilarious movie. Go watch it now! We decided to do a double-feature and saw Letters to Juliet. It was a'ight. Then I came home and watched some Chuck. All best days ever end with Chuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of really big changes going on in my life right now. I've been freaking out about them all since April. Now that it's here though, I feel really good about it all. Change... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5066415057808213130?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5066415057808213130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5066415057808213130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5066415057808213130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5066415057808213130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-perfect-time-for-trust-circle.html' title='This is the perfect time for a trust circle!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/TAqhhIAkN4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/v5lukQHjPik/s72-c/Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8505221815682713158</id><published>2010-05-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:30:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doppelgANGER Dos!!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have been reading my blog, you know that I have a doppelganger, &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/01/doppelganger.html"&gt;Charlyne Yi&lt;/a&gt;. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day whilst at work I received a text message from wrist stating that she had found my adult doppelganger. When I got home I watched the interview of said doppelganger and I wholeheartedly concur. Ladies and Gentlemen...Mary Lynn Rajskub (from the show 24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't really look alike at all, but check this out. (side note: You can't hear it very well, but there's an Armenian band playing in the background hence the "dacing")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHhi4P8UY3s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHhi4P8UY3s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Convinced? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vmb0EfBZesY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vmb0EfBZesY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Still not convinced even after she says she loved America? check out this interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHjkQiToBKI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHjkQiToBKI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be taking my place in daily life from now on. You probs won't notice though. Done and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8505221815682713158?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8505221815682713158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8505221815682713158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8505221815682713158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8505221815682713158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/05/doppelganger-dos.html' title='doppelgANGER Dos!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7252123146570569350</id><published>2010-05-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:40:52.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not alarm the makers of the tiny humans, they will eat you alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Confession: I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out simple enough. I needed to remember to pay rent and make my car payment. I wrote it on my hand. Here's the thing, car ends in an R. The R can be drawn out into a straight line which is fun. If you take said line far enough you end up on the palm of your hand. This new and exciting find can lead to an explosion of artistic ideas that all need to be manifested at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S_yXQx7VL6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/7bvuf9CG7ss/s1600/0524001512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S_yXQx7VL6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/7bvuf9CG7ss/s320/0524001512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417561511571362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S_yXRLt2VsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N3cu5UHRsek/s1600/0524001513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S_yXRLt2VsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N3cu5UHRsek/s320/0524001513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417568434345666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I wanted to keep drawing and maybe cover my entire arm. It was at that point that I realized I am 23 years old and at work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the time I needed lotion and as I was squeezing the tube I thought "This is a lot of fun!" Pretty soon I had WAY too much lotion and had to admit to people what I had done. Then ask if they needed any. If you give a moose a muffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7252123146570569350?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7252123146570569350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7252123146570569350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7252123146570569350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7252123146570569350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-not-alarm-makers-of-tiny-humans-they.html' title='Do not alarm the makers of the tiny humans, they will eat you alive!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S_yXQx7VL6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/7bvuf9CG7ss/s72-c/0524001512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4598265104126628167</id><published>2010-05-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:41:54.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here We Come....</title><content type='html'>Well... Sorry for the lack of updates. Life has been Kuhrrzy. About a month(ish) ago I went to Cali with the mother. It was good times. As you can see in the video below, I don't know how to use iMovie very well. But here's what I learned on my trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) My phone takes better pictures than a disposable camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Don't sass the birds at Disneyland by asking if they're going to "wash my clothes and dress me". They will swoop at you the rest of your stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Just because you spent a whole day at Disneyland and didn't get sunburned, does NOT mean the same rules apply at the beach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) When on the Tower of Terror, it is natural to practically maul the person sitting next to you and try to hold her hand because you're scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) You may get asked how you would like your Roast Beef cooked. Don't panic and say the first thing that comes to your head: Medium Rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) My mother is hysterical on any ride that has any g force. I laughed so hard there were tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) Don't stay at a hotel with signs warning that the chemicals they use have been known to cause birth defects, cancer, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) Pretty sure the Hollywood sign does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) If you are 23 and  the only person besides your mother that's over the age of 12 in the front row of a High School Musical 3 parade...They WILL choose you to come "on stage" and strike a pose. (side note: Being a fan is lame enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) Have a magical day.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d5d97bbd47714f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09d5d97bbd47714f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E24D8678059D7B9D43CF3C3BFCE13F9D0A97F80.14B7022939A8633AD6A569D5D5485C0F31A72220%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d5d97bbd47714f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS-WP42pUw6dTCteeIVnSaQD3Wqs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09d5d97bbd47714f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E24D8678059D7B9D43CF3C3BFCE13F9D0A97F80.14B7022939A8633AD6A569D5D5485C0F31A72220%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d5d97bbd47714f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS-WP42pUw6dTCteeIVnSaQD3Wqs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is "Sunset Blvd" by Tyler Hilton. Get yourself some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4598265104126628167?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4598265104126628167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4598265104126628167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4598265104126628167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4598265104126628167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/05/california-here-we-come.html' title='California Here We Come....'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2570684271574804457</id><published>2010-05-01T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:24:31.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up I Wanna Be Famous, I Wanna Be A Star, I Wanna Be In Movies.</title><content type='html'>If I had my own talk show (&lt;a href="http://www.erasems.org"&gt;I think about this a lot, actually&lt;/a&gt;), I would give away prizes that nobody wants: Coupons, high maintenance pets, ownership of a franchise, Fanny packs....actually, I would like to bring fanny packs back. Also, sexy...I'd like to bring sexy back. Hmmm.....reminds me of a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTMC_yjhYww&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTMC_yjhYww&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2570684271574804457?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2570684271574804457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2570684271574804457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2570684271574804457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2570684271574804457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-famous-i.html' title='When I Grow Up I Wanna Be Famous, I Wanna Be A Star, I Wanna Be In Movies.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1915039000200431053</id><published>2010-04-15T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:54:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried a little...no joke</title><content type='html'>April 16th is almost upon us. We all know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{insert moment of silence here}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, here's a delightful video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKEQwvaYI_k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKEQwvaYI_k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too made me cry. Mostly because I freaking love Tina Fey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N47bSk6saDQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N47bSk6saDQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have huge plans for next April 16th! Want a clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8fqQPDAVoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UnTz1E8N73s/s1600/CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8fqQPDAVoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UnTz1E8N73s/s320/CD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460590637847959170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8fqM5PCtcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vhU-J68IJjQ/s1600/vegas_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8fqM5PCtcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vhU-J68IJjQ/s320/vegas_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460590580453258690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 12 year old Andrea inside of me is peeing her pants. Have a great April 16th :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1915039000200431053?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1915039000200431053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1915039000200431053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1915039000200431053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1915039000200431053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cried-littleno-joke.html' title='I cried a little...no joke'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8fqQPDAVoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UnTz1E8N73s/s72-c/CD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1040833296207363190</id><published>2010-04-10T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:58:13.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories, stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8FDVR8TlKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PE-5uSTAUR8/s1600/alvin-and-the-chipmunks-ringtone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8FDVR8TlKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PE-5uSTAUR8/s320/alvin-and-the-chipmunks-ringtone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458718256222409890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pieces of clothing that every time you see it, you think of one specific moment? I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was folding my laundry and saw my Alvin tee shirt (the Alvin from the cartoon Alvin and the chipmunks). Every time I see that shirt I remember the Snow Patrol concert I went to. I went alone, which I used to do all of the time. It was after the show and I was trying to get out of the place. It's kind of scary going to a concert alone because there are drunk people and you feel really vulnerable. Anyway, I was trying to leave and some guys starts talking to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Simon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him a blank look, it was prob a little stanky as if to say "why are you talking to me, human?" Who's Simon? Was that  guy in one of the bands? I don't think so... He asked me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Simon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave because people were blocking the exit, I thought maybe this guy was drunk and totally unaware of what was going on, but I felt compelled to answer. I mumbled "He's alright" then forced my way through some people to avoid follow up questions. I was creeped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got outside I glanced down at my shirt. Alvin....Alvin, SIMON, Theodore. I am such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add it to the list of all the random stuff that always happens at concerts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A crowd surfer pretty much sitting on Sarahj's (my international friend) head.&lt;br /&gt;- Sarahj's belt getting stolen, then a year later randomly meeting the girl that stole it. (***clarification: At Warped Tour they make you take your belt off if it has pointed edges and such)&lt;br /&gt;-This didn't happen to me, but a girl was at a concert and an Acceptance cd hit her in the head. She took it home and listened to it and became a fan. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;-Girls making inappropriate, but hilarious jokes about Elizabeth Smart.&lt;br /&gt;- A drunk guy coming up behind me, touching my hair and yelling "Where's your girlfriend?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1040833296207363190?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1040833296207363190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1040833296207363190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1040833296207363190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1040833296207363190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/04/stories-stories.html' title='stories, stories'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S8FDVR8TlKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PE-5uSTAUR8/s72-c/alvin-and-the-chipmunks-ringtone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8342993903663232351</id><published>2010-04-08T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:39:47.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because it's a disaster doesn't mean you have to look like one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S75eaFU5MbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VuK0dWgHJ-k/s1600/silver-medal-and-number-2-thumb8493589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S75eaFU5MbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VuK0dWgHJ-k/s320/silver-medal-and-number-2-thumb8493589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457903600619041202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a gem from today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory: I got second place in the bracket &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrQISF-Ix7M"&gt;challenge at work&lt;/a&gt;...or at least I thought. 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After the final round of the NCAA Tournament here’s the final standings:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FIRST PLACE: Janet Jackson (105 pts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SECOND PLACE:                Andrea Ault (101 pts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIRD PLACE:                     Kake (79 pts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*name has been changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;[A few hours ago in the office. day. Sound of Cricuts and people typing in the background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hate Andrea Ault, she always gets....&lt;br /&gt;Lil'Lyl: ...Second place?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes... (then I said something all &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLuy2hGHTr0"&gt;smart alec&lt;/a&gt; that I can't remember....oh and laughed a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can you imagine always getting second place? What a horrible existence.&lt;br /&gt;Lil'Lyl: That's how I feel about the people that always get silver medals in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End Scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note: silver medal = second place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8342993903663232351?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8342993903663232351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8342993903663232351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8342993903663232351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8342993903663232351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-because-its-disaster-doesnt-mean.html' title='Just because it&apos;s a disaster doesn&apos;t mean you have to look like one'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S75eaFU5MbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VuK0dWgHJ-k/s72-c/silver-medal-and-number-2-thumb8493589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8417300756645452467</id><published>2010-03-31T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:28:12.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Things....</title><content type='html'>Demetri Martin is awesome, no? I came up with my own G.B.I (Good, Bad, Interesting) today. Please see video below for explanation.(The segment starts at 1:46. Youtuberz are not facilitating my video needs today)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbozND90GkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbozND90GkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;and now for my G.B.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Men Opening Doors For Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Good- Car Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bad- Trap Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Interesting- Men's Restroom Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Even More Interesting- The lady walks into the men's restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7930963007491117095-8417300756645452467?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8417300756645452467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8417300756645452467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8417300756645452467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8417300756645452467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/03/important-things.html' title='Important Things....'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4914111532929858969</id><published>2010-03-16T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:49:07.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betcha didn't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5_uN9mIXqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ALrRPS_2lR8/s1600-h/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5_uN9mIXqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ALrRPS_2lR8/s320/teddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449335997781794466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That when I put on a fake mustache I have a striking resemblance to Teddy Roosevelt, 26th President of this great country of ours. God &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXlqUZuNlrQ"&gt;Bless&lt;/a&gt; America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4914111532929858969?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4914111532929858969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4914111532929858969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4914111532929858969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4914111532929858969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/03/betcha-didnt-know.html' title='Betcha didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5_uN9mIXqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ALrRPS_2lR8/s72-c/teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-9012701384049872686</id><published>2010-03-07T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:21:21.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need To Know, Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The people you meet in line at an Avril concert change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question. It is very serious and I would like you to treat it as such. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I really want to do something different and fun with my hair, but I don't want to go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaY-MHhY6W4"&gt;overboard&lt;/a&gt;, you know? So here's my deep, burning question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age do you do the poof? Or is it a gradual progression, like you start out like Snooki? Is 23 too young? Do you just wake up one day and it's there? Do you have to have kids? Is it a cultural thing? To me the poof is a right of passage, right? Does it start with your first gray hair?...So many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIIpFnuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kaqt5uwWV7Q/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIIpFnuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kaqt5uwWV7Q/s320/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446002178412355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIa4xmGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u4gY0zBdVWg/s1600-h/my+grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIa4xmGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u4gY0zBdVWg/s320/my+grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446002183309989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIx1xKKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XPiTlIWfp_g/s1600-h/mom_glam8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIx1xKKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XPiTlIWfp_g/s320/mom_glam8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446002189471393954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-9012701384049872686?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/9012701384049872686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=9012701384049872686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9012701384049872686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9012701384049872686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-to-know-bob.html' title='I Need To Know, Bob'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S5QWIIpFnuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kaqt5uwWV7Q/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4429297173487778579</id><published>2010-02-28T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:26:18.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You bring sunshine to my days, you put a smile on my face.</title><content type='html'>The other day whilst on a very giggly lunch with lil'lyl we were having a serious discussion about relationships. At one point she turned to me, completely serious, and said something to the effect of "I just can't accept overalls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://questions-cody.blogspot.com/2010/02/passwords.html"&gt;laughed&lt;/a&gt; for a good five minutes. These are the gems she throws out on a daily basis. My reply? "and you shouldn't have to. No one should". We concluded that we would rather be single than be with someone that wears overalls. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S4rRaaXy3hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D4ewdhHhnOs/s1600-h/gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S4rRaaXy3hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D4ewdhHhnOs/s320/gross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443393351316594194" 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/7930963007491117095-4429297173487778579?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4429297173487778579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4429297173487778579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4429297173487778579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4429297173487778579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-bring-sunshine-to-my-days-you-put.html' title='You bring sunshine to my days, you put a smile on my face.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S4rRaaXy3hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D4ewdhHhnOs/s72-c/gross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8494741231226767975</id><published>2010-02-24T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:24:22.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes...Boxing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S4Xd2KRrW-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0quGPS0rqHc/s1600-h/valentines-day-stills-jennifer-garner-taylor-swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S4Xd2KRrW-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0quGPS0rqHc/s320/valentines-day-stills-jennifer-garner-taylor-swift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441999647288286178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Side note slash picture clarification: I went through a major Jennifer Garner phase AND a major Taylor Swift phase...as you know. So this scene made my life complete.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an awesome blog all planned out about an andrea-sized box. I was going to post pictures and reenactments of when I scared BrittanyHEINA and Kake. I was going to do this today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but when I got to work Mistor Porrecha asked if I had a flat head screwdriver, to which I replied "no" because I didn't have one. Then he started to breakdown my box!!!! gasp! I have no clue what the correlation between a screwdriver and tearing apart my box was, but I began to protest. LadyOnTheOtherSideOfTheCurtainThatUsedToBeUpButWasTakenDownButWeStill-ActLikeItsUpExceptWhenSheOccasionallyCommentsOnOurConversationWhichReallyThrowsMeOff&lt;br /&gt;commented that they were a fire hazard, to which I confidently corrected her by saying that they were a "fun hazard". Which doesn't really make sense, but I feel that my point came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have pictures? no. Did it tear up my heart to watch my box be taken from me? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8A9QOMFmM0"&gt;Indubitably&lt;/a&gt;. Am I posting about a post I was going to post but am no longer posting because the pics I needed didn't get taken? yes, because not posting this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC_jRYDlTVI"&gt;non-post&lt;/a&gt; would makes the boxes dismantlement a greater tragedy than it already is. May he/she rest in peace. It will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8494741231226767975?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8494741231226767975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8494741231226767975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8494741231226767975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8494741231226767975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/02/boxesboxing.html' title='Boxes...Boxing?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S4Xd2KRrW-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0quGPS0rqHc/s72-c/valentines-day-stills-jennifer-garner-taylor-swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-83423966557960295</id><published>2010-02-05T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:08:08.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do YOU want to do before you die?</title><content type='html'>I'm a fan of doing things I've never thought possible. Life is full of opportunities and all you have to do is take them. In the last week of my life I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written a rap...Scrap Rap to be exact. I get bored at work and we come up with weird ideas. I have never written a rap before and decided to try it. We had the world premiere with my work peeps. ha ha. Next up we're going to do it at the monthly birthday party on the karaoke machine. ha ha. I'll get video when we pull that one off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated blood. I've never done it. I've been scared. I'm not a fan of passing out. Betty in HR (I remember her name because it's the same name as my computer. what are the odds?) asked me if I'd like to donate. After some hesitation I said yes because I like to face my fears. I did it. It was fun. I did get sick and leave work early, but I'll do it again next time and drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrows waxed. This was just fun. I've always wanted to do it, but I don't trust people. ShortyFiyaBurnin' hooked me up with her person and we went together. It was a lot of fun and really relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end a perfect week, I watched The Buried Life (a show on MTV). I suggest it. A group of boys go around trying to accomplish a goal on their "bucket list" and also help a stranger with one of their goals. It's interesting. I can't wait to cross more off my list. Goals for 2010: Paragliding, California, and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-83423966557960295?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/83423966557960295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=83423966557960295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/83423966557960295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/83423966557960295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-want-to-do-before-you-die.html' title='What do YOU want to do before you die?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4665463920964807208</id><published>2010-01-31T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:26:33.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh! oh my gosh! oh...my...gosh!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S2Z1AvckwlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SgYDYFeEf7Y/s1600-h/tay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S2Z1AvckwlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SgYDYFeEf7Y/s320/tay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433158656065847890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's pretty much how it went down (times a million more "oh my gosh") when Taylor won ALBUM OF THE YEAR at THE GRAMMY's!!!!!!!! Seriously!!!! That happened!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for T-Sweezy has been fading since the release of Fearless Platinum Edition in which she does a cover of the Luna Halo song "Untouchable" (awesome song/band) and didn't properly clarify that that was not her song. Yes, the names of the guys that wrote it were there where it says writer, but her name was there too (she changed one of the lines to say "I wanna feel you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by my side standing &lt;/span&gt;next to me") and yes, she did do a very original and different take on the song.....can you tell I'm a musician? ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indyways, tonight as I was watching the last half of the Grammy's (curse you DVR!) and the nominees for album of the year came up I thought there was no chance in the universe that she would win. She's just a kid, she's going up against amazing albums, her songs have a young girl vibe to them, it's THE GRAMMY's!, there's no way.....then......oh my Gosh! oh my Gosh! Oh! My! Gosh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also won: Album of the Year, Best Female Country Vocal Performance, Best Country Song and  Best Country Album...in case you live in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in case you were hoping for something about my life: Today I was taking a nap and (this rarely happens) I was snoring...so loud that it woke me up....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4665463920964807208?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4665463920964807208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4665463920964807208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4665463920964807208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4665463920964807208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-ohmygosh.html' title='oh my gosh! oh my gosh! oh...my...gosh!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S2Z1AvckwlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SgYDYFeEf7Y/s72-c/tay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7732751499537565500</id><published>2010-01-19T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:59:35.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnie the Pooh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S1aoTp3DNDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/abYRGEQv3zI/s1600-h/ProvoCraft-entering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S1aoTp3DNDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/abYRGEQv3zI/s320/ProvoCraft-entering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428711456449442866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the start of my stand-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Provo Craft, huh? Why is it in Spanish Fork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's funny because I get that question all of the time. Ready for some mind-blowing news? It was announced on Monday that Provo Craft is relocating to 106 South in what I believe is considered South Jordan. Yet we are going to continue to call it Provo Craft...the confusion continues. Here is how small talk goes for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: So where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Northern Utah?&lt;br /&gt;Person: like Salt Lake?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you know where Logan is?&lt;br /&gt;Person: No&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ogden?&lt;br /&gt;Person: Yeah, I think I've heard of Ogden.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Great! It's nowhere near that.&lt;br /&gt;Person: So where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Provo Craft.&lt;br /&gt;Person: Oh yeah, do you scrapbook?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. It's not a scrapbook store, I develop artwork for the Cricut in an office.&lt;br /&gt;Person: So you're like a cashier?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Person: What about your family?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, bother&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, small talk turns me into Winnie the Pooh. Deal with it. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes. I just wish I had one aspect of my life that wasn't super confusing for people. 'tis life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXHfzm06o1M"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt; makes me miss Tate. I need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7732751499537565500?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7732751499537565500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7732751499537565500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7732751499537565500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7732751499537565500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S1aoTp3DNDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/abYRGEQv3zI/s72-c/ProvoCraft-entering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1333800284566268079</id><published>2010-01-16T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:19:45.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm different than other women...and by different, I mean better</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpUPW4FL6Mo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpUPW4FL6Mo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Better Off Ted. It reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzDYxGHGoFc"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been working on a stand-up routine and testing it on my co-workers. So get excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random story: The other day at Bajio my lunch caught on fire. This is my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMQRVq8bcqE"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1333800284566268079?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1333800284566268079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1333800284566268079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1333800284566268079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1333800284566268079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-different-than-most-womenand-by.html' title='I&apos;m different than other women...and by different, I mean better'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-332352756796930874</id><published>2010-01-08T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:14:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoppelgANGER</title><content type='html'>ha ha. My name is in that word....craZy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents, my doppelganger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S0fyK36sU2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/T-cYjnI3K7Y/s1600-h/charlyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S0fyK36sU2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/T-cYjnI3K7Y/s320/charlyne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424570544813790050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trixie was the first person to point out a resemblance in the move Knocked Up (I do not recommend this movie. This clip should be enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMtFtLjcRiY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMtFtLjcRiY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then this week Hawaiian Girl (unaware of the previous claim) said she was watching Paper Heart and told the people whom she was watching the movie with "I work with that girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewisKyyuF78&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewisKyyuF78&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha. This is awesome. Does this mean Michael Cera will date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash should you know any fine gentlemen in love with Charlyne, send them my way ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-332352756796930874?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/332352756796930874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=332352756796930874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/332352756796930874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/332352756796930874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2010/01/doppelganger.html' title='DoppelgANGER'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/S0fyK36sU2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/T-cYjnI3K7Y/s72-c/charlyne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7388846020282516279</id><published>2009-12-31T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:47:16.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and now...a heartfelt haiku from me to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ball will soon drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time for a &lt;a href="http://jhnmyr.tumblr.com/post/308807536/the-one-week-digital-cleanse"&gt;resolution&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always be awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Done and done. I love &lt;a href="http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-haiku.html"&gt;Haiku's&lt;/a&gt;. They make my heart smile. ha ha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(confession: I love making fun of scrapbookers. Sorry friends... I also love making fun of art in front of the art director. oops!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I need to give shout outs: MC reads this blog. Thanks for the comment. TBS/JEW was probably one of the best concerts I've been to. Slash watching cats, waiting for them to fight was even more awesome. ha ha. Also, I've been told that Sarahj's S-I-L checks in from time to time. Hey, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2009 did not end with Psycho Lindsey yelling/accusing you of cheating during your greatest game ever of Spoons. (That was my last memory of 2008. What a ho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Rebaerkuh and Ristored Paintings had fun without me... :(&lt;br /&gt;So bummed that I'm sick slash have a perpetual headache from accidentally smacking my head against the side of my car last morning...random story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sarahj was awesome and listened to me be dramatic the other night. She's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double also, BRITTANYHEINERjasdfpiuhas knows how I like my eggs cooked. I have to ask her every time I order. So thanks. Peace Out 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7388846020282516279?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7388846020282516279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7388846020282516279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7388846020282516279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7388846020282516279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3298535472279347681</id><published>2009-12-24T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:53:19.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Qwis(Gabbitas)mas</title><content type='html'>ha ha. You guys know Qwis? The other day I scared her. This is what I did. I walked over to her area. She was walking back to her desk. I did jazz hands and yelled "Qwis!" (I was like 10 feet away from her....in the open).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indyways, sorry I've been lacking in updatage, life has been kurrrrzy. I just wanted to wish y'all Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today I put my iPod on shuffle and it actually played some amazing, fun songs. (Question: Why do people, such as I, have songs on their iPod's that they don't like?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lump- Presidents of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're So Last Summer- Taking Back Sunday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my fav song of theirs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It  Yet- Panic! At the Disco&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Already Gone- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heart Of Life- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of You- The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackout- Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online Songs- Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture to Burn- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash This Train- Joshua James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More I Love You's- Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huddle Formation- The Go! Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing missing? Is There A Ghost?- Band of Horses,&lt;br /&gt;Motorcycle Driveby- Third Eye Blind, some Glee songs, a rap song or two,&lt;br /&gt;and Suicide Medicine- Rocky Votolato. I'm random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music...and you. Thank you for reading my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3298535472279347681?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3298535472279347681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3298535472279347681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3298535472279347681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3298535472279347681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-qwisgabbitasmas.html' title='Merry Qwis(Gabbitas)mas'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-9081421672252120559</id><published>2009-12-09T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:54:11.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A combo of wonderful...</title><content type='html'>Sarahj (bestie) have you seen/heard this? It's a combo of one of your favorite things and mine. Magic!&lt;br /&gt;Also, this week on iTunes you can get a free holiday sampler cd (20 songs). JSYK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGM6Xtx02M4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGM6Xtx02M4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-9081421672252120559?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/9081421672252120559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=9081421672252120559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9081421672252120559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9081421672252120559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/12/combo-of-wonderful.html' title='A combo of wonderful...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-6758832053064150044</id><published>2009-12-06T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:29:04.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i believe in helping people with their dreams...</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I came to the realization that everyone doesn't record Ellen on dvr every day like I do...therefore you may not be aware of what is going on. Here's how it started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJaAY8Vh8Qs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJaAY8Vh8Qs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the issue is out this month (only for the next couple of days though). It looks like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sxy1jBSiKiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KwmqcT9RtAg/s1600-h/O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sxy1jBSiKiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KwmqcT9RtAg/s320/O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412400465438714402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her newer goal is to make this the BEST SELLING magazine of ALL TIME...no pressure, but should you find yourself in line at the grocery store and you see a copy, buy it and support a dream because we all have dreams and we'd all like to be supported in those dreams. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmLTHKp88OE"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-6758832053064150044?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6758832053064150044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=6758832053064150044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6758832053064150044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6758832053064150044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-believe-in-helping-people.html' title='because i believe in helping people with their dreams...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sxy1jBSiKiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KwmqcT9RtAg/s72-c/O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7082758544702476800</id><published>2009-12-03T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:32:00.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pryceless...tee hee</title><content type='html'>(side note: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pryce is my dorbs nephew. I think I'm clever&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Decorations: $17.62&lt;br /&gt;Candy: $3&lt;br /&gt;An adorable little 4-ish year old girl quoting "Charlie Bit My Finger"? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/he5fpsmH_2g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/he5fpsmH_2g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7082758544702476800?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7082758544702476800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7082758544702476800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7082758544702476800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7082758544702476800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/12/prycelesstee-hee.html' title='Pryceless...tee hee'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-9154957242622611143</id><published>2009-11-20T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:10:17.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness slash Little Victories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SweA2A3cYBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WfkJgNVjkyI/s1600/100_2626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SweA2A3cYBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WfkJgNVjkyI/s320/100_2626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406431543115407378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentleman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some of the awesomeness I have witessed these last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ClYdHjvpCw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ClYdHjvpCw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: (I still don't know which one I like better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVHgV5Uo7Lw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVHgV5Uo7Lw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last, but not least, Exhibit C: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/johncmayer/statuses/5884547108"&gt;click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't get as excited/proud as I did, but it's just a little too much for my pathetic life to handle. I can't tell you how many people give me blank stares when I tell them I make Cricut Cartridges at my work. Even with an infomercial out there, people still don't know... but &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDGMLiFCdSo"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt; does. He and I could have fun discussions. Maybe he'll stop by ProCraf some day and do a concert for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(His new cd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battle Studies &lt;/span&gt;just came out. I recommned: Half of My Heart (for obvious reasons) and Heartbreak Warfare. I feel I should promote his work since he's promoting mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 7:&lt;br /&gt;She's a weird/creepy person, but as a musician I respect. This is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP8SrlbpJ5A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP8SrlbpJ5A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-9154957242622611143?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/9154957242622611143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=9154957242622611143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9154957242622611143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9154957242622611143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesomeness-slash-little-victories.html' title='Awesomeness slash Little Victories'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SweA2A3cYBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WfkJgNVjkyI/s72-c/100_2626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1991613276043440131</id><published>2009-11-15T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:59:53.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SwAutYAehHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Q1O9lPgSPc/s1600-h/babygirl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SwAutYAehHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Q1O9lPgSPc/s320/babygirl7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404370909918037106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't baby girl adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I find things highly amusing I like to put them in my phone. The other day I got looking at my list of randomness and have decided to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm a backwards guy and she's a frontwards girl" -lil'lyl was trying to make up a "country song" ha ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What's the parking up with that?" lil'lyl (clearly I spend too much time around her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...then [boy i like] came over and I couldn't say anything witty or intelligent" -Mother TaRisa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's okay to me" - Ristopher said this. Sounded like a 14 year old hispanic kid. I laughed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me: This is no coincidence lil'lyl: it's a plot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive- Anais Nin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What a journey of joyful- &lt;a href="http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;seriously so blessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sweat means honest work" -grandpa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(discussing El Comino's) "it's the best of both worlds, it's a car truck"- Husson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonus: This text message from Sarahj "oh goo...why not come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;c'est tout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1991613276043440131?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1991613276043440131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1991613276043440131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1991613276043440131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1991613276043440131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/11/pieces-of-life.html' title='pieces of life'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SwAutYAehHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Q1O9lPgSPc/s72-c/babygirl7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1582072034731143049</id><published>2009-10-30T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:34:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Laugh...Every Time</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! First and foremost: Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGth7aSd0EM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGth7aSd0EM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second item of business: The Mad Hatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SuuhIqPQPQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3zGBB-JZAC0/s1600-h/hal+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SuuhIqPQPQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3zGBB-JZAC0/s320/hal+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585748482964738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only had to buy my hat for my costume. Yes, I own a blue awesome jacket that was not purchased with a costume in mind. Yes I have worn it on ordinary days. Of course I have red skinny jeans.... Is it embarrassing or am I just incredibly festive year round? answer: both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1582072034731143049?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1582072034731143049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1582072034731143049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1582072034731143049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1582072034731143049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-laughevery-time.html' title='I Still Laugh...Every Time'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SuuhIqPQPQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3zGBB-JZAC0/s72-c/hal+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1829498655483402673</id><published>2009-10-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:38:39.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t w e n t y t h r e e</title><content type='html'>The summer of 2006 was a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZyl8Dtu2o8"&gt;turning point&lt;/a&gt; in my life. That summer I read Tristan Prettyman's blog religiously. She was the first blog I ever really read. She taught me so much about life... twenty two has been kind to me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am almost    twenty three..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BPrYcPkH1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BPrYcPkH1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1829498655483402673?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1829498655483402673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1829498655483402673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1829498655483402673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1829498655483402673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-w-e-n-t-y-t-h-r-e-e.html' title='t w e n t y t h r e e'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3053048960230790458</id><published>2009-10-12T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:51:26.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best childrens book ever'/><title type='text'>It's a twap!</title><content type='html'>that's a word combo for Twitter Trap...or sounds like I have a speech impediment. Either way, it's a win win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my best blogs come when I'm in a barely coherent frame of mind. Do you agree? ha ha. So I'm lying in bed and cannot sleep because "More Than A Feeling" by Boston is playing on repeat in my head. In my drunken (because drowsy driving is just as dangerous as drunk driving...I'm really not drunk) state I find this amusing and have an overwhelming urge, no, NEED to tweet about it... to my two followers who are complete strangers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I got a twitter to follow &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0L36JEB8dkY"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;  (who is going to be on Oprah on Wednesday) because my job is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOtEQB-9tvk"&gt;redic&lt;/a&gt; right now....long story. So I have 2 random strangers following me and I'm like "Whatever, I won't update anyway".....So now there's an obligation to these two strangers to tweet, if you will, and I have no clue who they are. So I tweet about "More Than A Feeling" realize the ridiculousness of the situation then decide I need to inform my blog readers of said situation....If you give a moose a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Give-Moose-Muffin-Book-Give/dp/0064433668/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1255413055&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;muffin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3053048960230790458?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3053048960230790458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3053048960230790458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3053048960230790458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3053048960230790458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-twap.html' title='It&apos;s a twap!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2912523660547947326</id><published>2009-10-08T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:02:17.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMGlee weird awesome'/><title type='text'>OMGlee!!!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't been watching this show, might I suggest that you start. It's full of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0Iz8BgGIeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0Iz8BgGIeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it's kind of trashed out, it was the best I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as you know I love Taylor Swift, but this weirds me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVKuFZhB1e8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVKuFZhB1e8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2912523660547947326?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2912523660547947326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2912523660547947326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2912523660547947326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2912523660547947326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/10/omglee.html' title='OMGlee!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8261457165854624300</id><published>2009-09-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:38:02.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SsOI9GDey-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F6UDkb9oUvY/s1600-h/0930091027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SsOI9GDey-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F6UDkb9oUvY/s320/0930091027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387300162443856866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this cookie? I feel much like Edward Cullen about these cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAfueVPMNwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAfueVPMNwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8261457165854624300?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8261457165854624300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8261457165854624300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8261457165854624300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8261457165854624300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-problem.html' title='I have a problem...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SsOI9GDey-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F6UDkb9oUvY/s72-c/0930091027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2183460688706971368</id><published>2009-09-26T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:26:47.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money makin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the scrapbooker'/><title type='text'>Rakin' in the Bacon...</title><content type='html'>What did I do today? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sr75hmxaBlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cyv3EFflOTE/s1600-h/red+pants+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sr75hmxaBlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cyv3EFflOTE/s320/red+pants+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386016560120464978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made $20 ($40 total, but we split it) selling parking spots, that's what! Living so close to the BYU stadium has it's &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/taylorswift13/statuses/4406368724"&gt;advantages&lt;/a&gt;. If you're admiring the sign, well... it was made using the &lt;a href="http://www.provocraft.com/products/detail.php?cl=cricut&amp;amp;scl=expression&amp;amp;cat=&amp;amp;item=29-0300"&gt;Cricut Expression &lt;/a&gt;of course!  I Luv 2 Scrap! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slash this was my friends Facebook status: "&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Had a dream that I needed to know trivia from boy meets world. Apparantly I know nothing about topanga." She &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLSKB-B6New"&gt;is &lt;/a&gt;funny. Too bad it wasn't my dream because I would have dominated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2183460688706971368?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2183460688706971368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2183460688706971368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2183460688706971368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2183460688706971368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/rakin-in-bacon.html' title='Rakin&apos; in the Bacon...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sr75hmxaBlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cyv3EFflOTE/s72-c/red+pants+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7740330154690477336</id><published>2009-09-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:59:45.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a glimpse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9lg7Utdnyk"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SrbKRJyJx_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/4xFQMXIO98U/s320/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383712800600868850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I ended up at my uncle's sheep camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're sitting around the fire talking and I made some comment on the story going on, my mom responded, life went on. So like 10 minutes later my mom looks over and says "Andrea! How long have you been sitting there?" Seriously?!? I, along with the rest of my family gathered around, looked at her in amazement. My aunt piped in "She asked you a question and you responded". Her face was blank... no recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog readers, I hope that this story is in no way an indication of my future. I am scared. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***(Side Story/Confession: It was raining really bad and the thunder was loud in the middle of the night. Lighting would strike with a simultaneous thunder that would rattle the trailer I was sleeping in. I am 22 years old... "mom" (terrified) no response. again "mom"...."what?"...."I'm scared"..."It'll be okay"...Then I was embarrassed because I am 22 years old and had just woken my mom up because I was scared. I am shame-faced)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7740330154690477336?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7740330154690477336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7740330154690477336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7740330154690477336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7740330154690477336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-glimpse.html' title='Is this a glimpse?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SrbKRJyJx_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/4xFQMXIO98U/s72-c/sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4951872675692196694</id><published>2009-09-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:20:09.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hapt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best thing ever'/><title type='text'>hapt+garden party=awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7cd67b193a6f94a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7cd67b193a6f94a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3856D5F540B7FCFAACB56301D5ABDB395892D569.511957C05427A9D1169DC38C17096576E848876D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7cd67b193a6f94a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnromFXozp9mQUKKmlG72Op4u2W0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4951872675692196694?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4951872675692196694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4951872675692196694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4951872675692196694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4951872675692196694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/haptgarden-partyawesome.html' title='hapt+garden party=awesome!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1982882872691211642</id><published>2009-09-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:08:59.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all connected whether or not we know it.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time Sarahj and I made up a joke. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) buy a random greeting card. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tip: &lt;/span&gt;sympathy and congrats on the new baby are always delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) write something weird and random inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) add a half stick of gum, random amount of change, and anything else you have lying around that would add to the comedic value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Write not-their-name on the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you leave it in a random place or give it to them...Receiving a card such as this is when you know we're true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was catching up on things and saw that Taylor Swift posted a new &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=27612962&amp;amp;blogId=508937979"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Liz, my back up singer, was sick this weekend...So we basically quarantined Liz. I didn't see her much this weekend, except for on stage. It was so sad. Tonight I wrote &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/30874169#30874169"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; an "I miss you" card. It had a picture of a kitten making a sad face on the front. I feel like &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-you-know-i-have-strange.html"&gt;kitten&lt;/a&gt; cards make everything better, pretty much. I was all "I'm so sorry you're infected, come back I miss you" and this whole long note. Then I put Craisins in the card. Not packaged, just loose Craisins in the card. If you don't know what Craisins are (How can you not know??!!), they're dried cranberry-raisins that are basically the most awesome thing ever. So hopefully the combination of cute kittens and Craisins will bring Liz back to perfect health." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? Just another reassurance that we should be friends. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: Verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1982882872691211642?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1982882872691211642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1982882872691211642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1982882872691211642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1982882872691211642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-all-connected-whether-or-not-we.html' title='We are all connected whether or not we know it.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2570318474394308260</id><published>2009-09-02T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:43:31.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word to your mother'/><title type='text'>Should I Feel Bad About This?</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, so this might not be coherent. However, I promised fo RISzle (who is attempting to pull a&lt;a href="http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brain-feels-little-exploding-ish.html"&gt; Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/a&gt; minus Julia and cooking)  that I would blog so she could have a reward for doing her homework or something? So here goes...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKosW0b8J5M"&gt;Back story:&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPUAhpEgVb8"&gt;dependable&lt;/a&gt; and works toward the common &lt;a href="http://lucylou.livejournal.com/566295.html"&gt;team goal&lt;/a&gt;... Does this make me an awful person? Or is it truly just a manifestation of the consequences of her actions? ha ha. I love when I'm tired and trying to make sense by using words that I'm a little hazy on the &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/manifest"&gt;definition&lt;/a&gt; of and in trying to clarify said actions I repeat said incoherent pattern....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aq-1pj4-40U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aq-1pj4-40U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed. Holla back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2570318474394308260?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2570318474394308260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2570318474394308260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2570318474394308260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2570318474394308260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-i-feel-bad-about-this.html' title='Should I Feel Bad About This?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-3398609409084101973</id><published>2009-08-30T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:42:48.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say...they know me.</title><content type='html'>Last week I received two totally awesome, totally "me" gifts. First the most adorable mini ukulele ever...in the world. It even has a little case. "awww...that's adorable".. go ahead and say it. This is prob the reason Kake is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SptiLae-JkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oCTdZZE-v3k/s1600-h/mini+uke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SptiLae-JkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oCTdZZE-v3k/s320/mini+uke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998528424126018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brittme Danger gave me this shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SptiWuYpNvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KyJqZiCqsRc/s1600-h/awesomeshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SptiWuYpNvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KyJqZiCqsRc/s320/awesomeshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375998722744858354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reals. I could have cried I was so happy. Wore it today! done. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-3398609409084101973?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3398609409084101973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=3398609409084101973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3398609409084101973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/3398609409084101973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-can-i-saythey-know-me.html' title='What can I say...they know me.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SptiLae-JkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oCTdZZE-v3k/s72-c/mini+uke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4313306678709839530</id><published>2009-08-27T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:58:54.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a coincidence, it's a plot.</title><content type='html'>On July 6th I watched&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzEKV2z0QwI"&gt; I Heart Huckabees&lt;/a&gt; with my friend Cassiford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16th I went to a joint tea/birthday party for her and a friend. The friend works at Velour (Live Music Venue) where I have played open mic. I know for a certainty that she has stamped my hand on more than one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 26th aka the first day of school. My psychology professor walked in late. I know him! I met him 10 days earlier at the previously mentioned tea party. He sat by us and we talked for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His TA for the class is named Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl sitting in front of me was wearing the blue version of a shirt that I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9wUp_d0U4I"&gt;Is your mind blown?&lt;/a&gt; Mine is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4313306678709839530?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4313306678709839530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4313306678709839530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4313306678709839530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4313306678709839530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-coincidence-its-plot.html' title='It&apos;s not a coincidence, it&apos;s a plot.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1957202056520909644</id><published>2009-08-22T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:13:00.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have terrible news...</title><content type='html'>It all began with the Sundance Film Festival. Before we left I wanted to get some awesome slash massive sunglasses so I would fit in with the cool kids. I spotted these gems and it was love at first sight. With the Pink, the hugeness, the zebra print...&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810055802/video/15100491"&gt;they were everything I had asked for plus the things I didn't even think to ask for or know I wanted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDoFvx9MEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7Ya0C8Is71g/s1600-h/glasses+Sundance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDoFvx9MEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7Ya0C8Is71g/s320/glasses+Sundance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373049540875989058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were there for me in so many ways. They accommodated my need to wear glasses by fitting over them perfectly, like they were made for each other. (on the serious, I did that) Never once were my eyes consumed by the blinding, harsh sun as I stepped outside after many hours in my "cave" at work. On the best day of my life (Full day, not just a couple of hours. Ex: Hiking the Y, Seven Peaks Waterpark, AND a Real Salt Lake Game with &lt;a href="http://thejazmin.blogspot.com/"&gt;bes&lt;/a&gt;t&lt;a href="http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;ies&lt;/a&gt;!) they were cheering along-side me, receiving compliments in the lazy river, and being awesome in general. Even in the depths of humanity they hid my shameful eyes as I made a complete (not half, full on) &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/videos/index.jhtml?videoId=232087&amp;amp;title=web-redemption-scarlett-takes-a"&gt;idiot of myself.&lt;/a&gt; They have not winced nor cried aloud. They stood (or sat on my face) unwavering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDoFaEfuDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A53aP2uUTv4/s1600-h/JazDrea+Real+SL+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDoFaEfuDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A53aP2uUTv4/s320/JazDrea+Real+SL+Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373049535048169522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see why I literally almost burst into tears when I got in my car and saw THIS helplessly strewn across the floor mat of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDdjniaYcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0KY3Ie6x-xQ/s1600-h/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDdjniaYcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0KY3Ie6x-xQ/s400/broken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373037959431479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog readers, I have lost a dear friend. The days have been long and sleep hard to come by. Please join me in a moment of silence as we reflect the life that has passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1957202056520909644?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1957202056520909644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1957202056520909644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1957202056520909644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1957202056520909644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-terrible-news.html' title='I have terrible news...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SpDoFvx9MEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7Ya0C8Is71g/s72-c/glasses+Sundance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-826819383460814973</id><published>2009-08-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:09:49.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know I have a strange fascinations with cats?</title><content type='html'>It started when I had a conversation with one. It wasn't deep or &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=27612962&amp;amp;blogId=494893886"&gt;meaningful&lt;/a&gt;, simply grounded in confusion with one another. Yes, I am probably crazy. No, I will not turn into a crazy cat lady and throw birthday parties for my pets and invite the neighbors animals. Puke! slash I know someone that really did that. pathet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share this to enrich our lives and maybe bring a little more joy. You're Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZSbC09qgLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZSbC09qgLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZSbC09qgLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-826819383460814973?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/826819383460814973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=826819383460814973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/826819383460814973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/826819383460814973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-you-know-i-have-strange.html' title='Did you know I have a strange fascinations with cats?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5876085273951817123</id><published>2009-08-05T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:56:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is it?</title><content type='html'>Pretend like I am your psychiatrist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....are you comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you could please just look at this picture for a moment and tell me what you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really stare at the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpE0D59_FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v-2zMi-WISA/s1600-h/mtm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpE0D59_FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v-2zMi-WISA/s400/mtm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677567157697618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me....would you say this picture most resembles the 16th President of this glorious country, Adraham Lincoln...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpEz9iNgEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tqarfPsXkmE/s1600-h/Abraham_Lincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpEz9iNgEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tqarfPsXkmE/s400/Abraham_Lincoln.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677565447438402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the beloved advertising icon Aunt Jamima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpEz6hLBnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nWvmV6eEe4s/s1600-h/aunt_jemima2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpEz6hLBnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nWvmV6eEe4s/s400/aunt_jemima2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677564637775474" 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/7930963007491117095-5876085273951817123?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5876085273951817123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5876085273951817123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5876085273951817123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5876085273951817123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-is-it.html' title='Who is it?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SnpE0D59_FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v-2zMi-WISA/s72-c/mtm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2706616111258384996</id><published>2009-07-29T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:31:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live with a Korean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;claRIZzah&lt;/a&gt; told me that pictures would be enough. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_52tda9hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SepSDKwkX3E/s1600-h/note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_52tda9hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SepSDKwkX3E/s400/note.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363780399532799506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_52VHTakI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ymfJy2OKgnY/s1600-h/SangA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_52VHTakI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ymfJy2OKgnY/s400/SangA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363780392997579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_5hSQk7FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i3-tWTrE3t4/s1600-h/real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_5hSQk7FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i3-tWTrE3t4/s400/real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363780031453916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this your effort to add ethnic diversity to your life for the month. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z22mgGzorDk"&gt;You're welcome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2706616111258384996?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2706616111258384996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2706616111258384996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2706616111258384996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2706616111258384996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-live-with-korean.html' title='I live with a Korean...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sm_52tda9hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SepSDKwkX3E/s72-c/note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8019926258601364014</id><published>2009-07-18T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:14:37.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laser tag awesome'/><title type='text'>I've found my calling in life....</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you know this, but when you people don't update your blogs it forces me to update mine. I don't have a lot to say about the current moment, but join me as I go back in time to last weekend (if you could picture in your head here a Saved By the Bell style flashback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a random series of events I ended up going down to St.Gizzy. I was unaware how much my life would change when LASER TAG spotted me from across the room and decided to say hello. To create a visual...It was a lot like this, except with terrified/uncontrollable girlish screams. (Yes, we were drinking scotch and smoking cigars when we decided to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0e9157QVNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0e9157QVNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how pumped you can get over it. Also, how much you want to punch little 14 year olds in the face for finding your hiding spot, then just standing there shooting you over and over again. You better watch your back Jimmy, this isn't over yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8019926258601364014?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8019926258601364014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8019926258601364014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8019926258601364014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8019926258601364014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-found-my-calling-in-life.html' title='I&apos;ve found my calling in life....'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7488050685519187254</id><published>2009-07-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:59:29.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain yourself....please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://owlcitymusic.com/home.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sl1givwsrwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VZc3Gr1_7b4/s400/Chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358545281693298434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spanish Fork. That might answer some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I saw a chicken crossing the road and said to myself "Why is that chicken crossing the road?!?" . I then laughed to myself as I was indecisive about which punchline to go with. It was a very weird moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7488050685519187254?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7488050685519187254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7488050685519187254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7488050685519187254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7488050685519187254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/07/stories-stories-embaerly.html' title='Explain yourself....please...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sl1givwsrwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VZc3Gr1_7b4/s72-c/Chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2187959266276430394</id><published>2009-07-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:31:02.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm proud to be an American!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to St. Gizzy for the 4th. It was simply the best. I cannot explain. I can only show you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-929f372cb3103ae3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D929f372cb3103ae3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BDE986189C254C072C7D5B435E1266CE7A0576E.22C7C7106F141ABF15A85C680CCA007ABA73287E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D929f372cb3103ae3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJAh54gOAJPLIR1pjOQjpoM7PQmc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D929f372cb3103ae3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BDE986189C254C072C7D5B435E1266CE7A0576E.22C7C7106F141ABF15A85C680CCA007ABA73287E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D929f372cb3103ae3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJAh54gOAJPLIR1pjOQjpoM7PQmc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2187959266276430394?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=929f372cb3103ae3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2187959266276430394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2187959266276430394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2187959266276430394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2187959266276430394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-im-proud-to-be-american.html' title='and I&apos;m proud to be an American!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-982600845151905519</id><published>2009-06-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:38:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Andrea!! ??? !#@!#%^@@#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SkROL8WPwiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EH3LVSjvt7k/s1600-h/fat+Andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SkROL8WPwiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EH3LVSjvt7k/s400/fat+Andrea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351488224307954210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no image enhancements or modifications were made to this photo. It is 100% (well more like 243%) me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how this happened. We were at lunch for Trixie's 21st birthday and she decided to take a picture. Had I taken this I would have seen it, gasped, then let my finger slip to hit the delete button and all would be right with the world again. I did not take this picture. I was browsing through the pics from the event and came upon....Fat Andrea. I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry. I was strong. I made a comment such as "Wow....that's awkward" and went on my way. AmeRIScan and I were discussing people that can't pull off the headband look and this picture came flooding back into my memory. I decided that if AmeRIScan and I were to continue being friends, she would need to meet my fat side...all of them. I whipped out my laptop and showed her. The sheer awesomeness almost brought her to her knees. She did not fall, but kind of ran into the water heater door in the hallway from the shock waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she regained her ability to speek she uttered "You need to blog about this" and one thing I have learned is that when AmeRIScan commands, ye obey. She, afterall, is the reason this blog is in existence. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-982600845151905519?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/982600845151905519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=982600845151905519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/982600845151905519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/982600845151905519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/fat-andrea.html' title='Fat Andrea!! ??? !#@!#%^@@#'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SkROL8WPwiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EH3LVSjvt7k/s72-c/fat+Andrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1581856430219507481</id><published>2009-06-18T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:56:22.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally...ha ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So my last post/non-post got me bummed. The video kept getting deleted and I had to keep changing it and it was too much work. Hence the deletion. I am shame-faced. So if you're wondering what video I was telling you to "Get Your Kleenex Ready" for, then click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&amp;amp;search_query=taylor+swift+t+pain+thug+story&amp;amp;aq=f"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and pick one of the active links. It's still amazingly beautiful, but the element of surprise is gone and my hilarious joke in ruin (sad face).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AFA46%7E1.DIZ/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thingsthatmakeyougoaahh.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SjontzsjxOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jXUuG0fZixI/s200/Yoda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348631175380583650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day was the big company party. All us ProCrafers gathered together in hopes of winning some of our products! ha ha (but really though). It was at this massive park up Provo Canyon and everyone came. Admin lady brought her adorable dog Bella, Shanno and Benji w/ daughters,  Addi Half Batty and I renewed our friendship (she's 4). Karaoke Girl came with her roommate and 2 little puppies. We saw The Law's little boy. He was hilarious. A good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking around with Lil' Lyl (I think she's had a few dif names in the course of this blog) and Girl Who Fell Down the Stairs at Prom (I'll blog about that some time...maybe). We were walking around saying hi to everyone, talking about how many people came and how we didn't even recognize half of the people there, everyone's kids were running around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Side note: You know phrases like "We'll be in and out like a fiddlers elbow" or "You're the cat's pajamas" They're just sayings, right? Well...) &lt;/span&gt;So Lil' Lyl turns to me and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, everyone and their dog is here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a saying, right? Wrong!!! I looked around and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; everyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;their dog was there!!! Literally!!! I am still laughing about that. Never in my life has a saying been literal like that. Literally!! ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1581856430219507481?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1581856430219507481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1581856430219507481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1581856430219507481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1581856430219507481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/literallyha-ha.html' title='Literally...ha ha.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SjontzsjxOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jXUuG0fZixI/s72-c/Yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-6279093930141252418</id><published>2009-06-11T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:23:01.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train is coming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Hmmm....Well....See for yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SjHN6zPLxsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LviDFwWN_Bo/s1600-h/boy+oh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SjHN6zPLxsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LviDFwWN_Bo/s200/boy+oh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346280642735490754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This is seriously on a box for a product in a retail store. I had to take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that I love America...Also I am awkward in almost every situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at a retail store and had to go to the bathroom. I selected the middle stall, not only because it is my &lt;a href="http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/01/natural-selection.html"&gt;BSPP&lt;/a&gt;, but because the first stall was occupied. As I locked the door I heard someone say "Hello?" (Pause) "Helloooooo?". I realize it is a kid by the second "hello". I panic for a minute as to how to respond. Public bathrooms are weird enough without adding me into the mix. I throw out a simple "Hello". I thought this would stop the hello-ing, but they kept saying "Hellooooo?" (Pause) Hello?. Did they not hear me? Oh well, they'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little human (that I've &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA"&gt;determined&lt;/a&gt; was a boy) mixed up his game and started yelling (not a loud yell, just a voice of stern warning) "The train is coming! The train is coming!" Which threw me into a brief state of panic. What train? Where? Where's it coming from? Do I need to move? He was very convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got even better. He started quietly singing "Lady liberty with her...." Was this kid singing about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8GaO6L9WpA"&gt;America&lt;/a&gt;?!? "and the flag....." Why yes, he was! A little boy was in the stall next to me singing about America? Of all the people in the world, it got to be me. He must have sensed my pride. It was the best and most patriotic bathroom&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3Z9-nnBTW8"&gt; experience&lt;/a&gt; ever. The second I walked out the door I started laughing so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-6279093930141252418?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6279093930141252418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=6279093930141252418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6279093930141252418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6279093930141252418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmwellsee-for-yourself.html' title='Hmmm....Well....See for yourself'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SjHN6zPLxsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LviDFwWN_Bo/s72-c/boy+oh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-6569618921886955697</id><published>2009-06-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:14:46.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>I love when someone totally captures the best parts of the last year of your life so eloquently and hilariously in a single paragraph that you're laughing and crying. That happened today and I would like to share. I know you won't understand the genius behind most of it or any of it. I know you don't understand how completely this captures Bossman's humor. I just ask that you bear with me as I remember the good times because as Bob Dylan wrote "The Times They Are A Changin'". Bossman quit. The following is an excerpt from his farewell letter to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May there always be some sort of catchy music in your souls.  May there always be some kind of nerdy, semi-awkward question burning in your mind, that you just have to ask your neighbor.  May they always respond in kind.  May you always be a big deal.  May you always tell what you love.  May there always be a ghost hanging around somewhere near your department.  May you always find time for storytime.  May you always like how you're thinking outside of the box.  May you always successfully smuggle in iTunes.  May you alway successfully avoid working too closely with {lady that we don't like to work with}.  May the many skylights in your lives always shine down upon your golden curtains.  May there always be something deep and meaningful to say about 'change'.  May you all, at some point, partake of {Hawaain Girl}'s exotic snack foods at least once in your life so you can know what the heck I was talking about.  May your twilight fairies eternally ascend unto your web-comic Olympus.  May Hugh Jackman always be our gay crushes.  May you always not be prepared or able to participate in {Boy #1} and {Beef Cake}'s sports conversations.  May you always help each other laugh through the deadlines... or even dance through them, but have some camera phones ready, somebody, please.  May you all clearly designate who has to bring in the next sound system for their computer.  But most importantly, may you always blame the Obama administration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to add this part too because everyone should hear it and believe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I encourage you all to be bold with whatever you plan on doing with the rest of your lives.  I encourage you to not settle for what other people decide is best for you.  I encourage you to not give a damn what other people think of you, your work, your ideas, or your goals.  I encourage you to stand up for yourselves when you know you deserve more.  But most of all, I encourage you to do what is best for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him referencing obscure movies/directors, using big words, discussing the iTunes free single of the week and his soap box speeches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-6569618921886955697?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6569618921886955697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=6569618921886955697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6569618921886955697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/6569618921886955697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2173046820983489738</id><published>2009-05-30T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:56:55.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too great...</title><content type='html'>I've started editing the video from Jaz-face and my roadtrip to Boise to visit Ms. LaDawn. It's a little bit magical slash I've been laughing a lot watching it all over again. I thought I'd show you a random moment of mine. I know I'm like a billion times obnoxious in this video, I apologize. We were having a way good time and it was hard to contain myself. Jaz-face's voice and camera work are featured here. I feel that this point needs to be made. Enjoy :)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37fcc3e9fcfe83b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37fcc3e9fcfe83b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2758D371181A3331E2765FBC55916C38BA6D19BE.36C5BFEB5EEB75E7CD5FF12B0290C6BB9F271DA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37fcc3e9fcfe83b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHUEY5PhNyZuXp0V58ESdD3AREZ8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37fcc3e9fcfe83b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2758D371181A3331E2765FBC55916C38BA6D19BE.36C5BFEB5EEB75E7CD5FF12B0290C6BB9F271DA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37fcc3e9fcfe83b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHUEY5PhNyZuXp0V58ESdD3AREZ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2173046820983489738?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=37fcc3e9fcfe83b0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2173046820983489738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2173046820983489738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2173046820983489738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2173046820983489738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-great.html' title='Too great...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1047468863876087432</id><published>2009-05-28T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:02:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and it would have worked!</title><content type='html'>So Beef Cake in my department is getting married in a couple of weeks. Both boys were discussing with Bossman the days they needed off for the event. I, as all employees do, was trying to come up with a reason I would need the day off too. This is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah, I need the day off too. [Beef Cake] needs me to drive his grandparents around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where that came from. It was such a random thing to think of. So random and specific, in fact, that Bossman said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? You're being serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I started laughing. Then made the comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah because there's not a relative or friend that can do it. He had to ask one of his co-workers to drive his Grandparents. They must have heard how great of a driver I am..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that statement gave me away. Maybe the sarcasm was a little too thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of my blog, I hope you can take my failure, learn from it and take it into your daily lives. You're welcome and Amen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clJQln1OzM0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sh92TCdfXcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nSnwSQ-bEBk/s200/parking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341117752534851010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw this parking job after the concert. It was so awful I had to take a picture. No, it was not me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1047468863876087432?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1047468863876087432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1047468863876087432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1047468863876087432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1047468863876087432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-would-have-worked.html' title='...and it would have worked!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sh92TCdfXcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nSnwSQ-bEBk/s72-c/parking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-4455386666259489806</id><published>2009-05-26T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:52:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Sang Hallelujah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/ShzWnmO0WfI/AAAAAAAAADs/g5rW83_ABiE/s1600-h/TaylorSwift_FearlessTour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/ShzWnmO0WfI/AAAAAAAAADs/g5rW83_ABiE/s200/TaylorSwift_FearlessTour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340379233920506354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be normal about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am Ris-eo's visiting teacher and she is mine. We are counting this as our VT for the month. Taylor Swift provided the lesson. It was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVUKHOcxzNI"&gt;magical&lt;/a&gt; y'all. Taylor is such a funny, humble, awesome person. She sang a song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YurvBT0kBB4"&gt;in the crowd&lt;/a&gt;, then made her way to a different stage and hugged fans along the way. Seriously?!? Who does that? It was so happy. She is so good to her fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even sported a Jazz jersey for part of the encore. I'm not so much a Jazz fan, but I feel like I was at that moment. The ONLY way this night could have been any better is if Jaz-face and the Sista could have been there. I love you all. I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-4455386666259489806?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4455386666259489806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=4455386666259489806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4455386666259489806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/4455386666259489806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-sang-hallelujah.html' title='We Sang Hallelujah!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/ShzWnmO0WfI/AAAAAAAAADs/g5rW83_ABiE/s72-c/TaylorSwift_FearlessTour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5222058423912148542</id><published>2009-05-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:48:40.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This DID NOT Happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This story is not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday at work we had to stay late. We had been in meetings all day, it was after hours, so I made a pizza run. On my way back to the office I got stuck behind a vintage car parade (only in Spanish Fark). I took the pizza inside, grabbed a slice and was ready to settle in for the night. I was in the zone and about to get the finale of Celebrity Apprentice going when my screen went black. I looked up as the lights started going out too. The room was pitch black. Pitch...black. Thank goodness for cell phones aka flashlights. We went out to see who else was there blah, blah, blah, words. We decide we were going to leave so we went back to our area to get our stuff. Since it was so dark in there Bossman had the idea to open the roof access to light the room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side Note: There is only one area of access to the roof in all of ProCraf and it just so happens to be in our area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bossman climbed up and opened it.  We decided it would complete our lives to go up ON THE ROOF!!! and have a &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/66095/late-night-with-jimmy-fallon-shared-experiences"&gt;shared experience&lt;/a&gt;. I have wanted to do this since we moved to the new area. I may have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Pizza ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Done a dance ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Ninja kicks ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Taken pictures ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Bossman ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Walked around to find the best place to jump off the roof ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Stood on one foot ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;Been the happiest girl in the world ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;and so much more...ON THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. Power outage + roof (in the same day)= my favorite moment at ProCraf and possibly the best moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: &lt;/span&gt;Again, this story is false. It DID NOT happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had this story actually happened, I would probably have taken pictures such as these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pP_WQ9II/AAAAAAAAADc/puvA_DSgYsE/s1600-h/Happy+on+the+Roof+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pP_WQ9II/AAAAAAAAADc/puvA_DSgYsE/s200/Happy+on+the+Roof+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599806881100930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pP1CW1ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/y9mYNbampsw/s1600-h/Rock+on+the+Roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pP1CW1ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/y9mYNbampsw/s200/Rock+on+the+Roof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599804113245586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this artsy picture would have been taken by Bossman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pD5HRRzI/AAAAAAAAADU/cK0MrumX4es/s1600-h/Roof+Pants+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pD5HRRzI/AAAAAAAAADU/cK0MrumX4es/s200/Roof+Pants+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599599049164594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and had we gone on the roof, Bossman would probably have accidentally ripped his pants...ON THE ROOF! Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5222058423912148542?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5222058423912148542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5222058423912148542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5222058423912148542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5222058423912148542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-did-not-happen.html' title='This DID NOT Happen...'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Sg9pP_WQ9II/AAAAAAAAADc/puvA_DSgYsE/s72-c/Happy+on+the+Roof+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-191348033096925815</id><published>2009-04-29T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:09:44.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Day Rule.</title><content type='html'>So it was Summer. It was hot. I was working long hours at my monotonous job. Then something happened.... The Greatest Show (I almost dare say EVER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer suddenly became awesome...very awesome. I was consumed by this show. I would watch episodes all day at work, then go home and watch more. I starting picking up character traits of Barney Stinson. I started saying "awesome!" more and "suit up!" and "what up?". I even gave my boss a "peanut five!" (I had a jar of peanuts in my hand and gave him a high five. He gave me weird looks in return). I had seen a few episodes before and loved it, but there was always a show conflicting with it. Confliction no more! I heart &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/a&gt;. Here is a legen....wait for it.....hope you're not lactose intolerant because the next part is...dary! clip from Mondays episode. Watch it. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8NWDXg266A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8NWDXg266A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav episodes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slap Bet, Slapsgiving, Intervention, Little Minnesota, Swarley...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-191348033096925815?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/191348033096925815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=191348033096925815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/191348033096925815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/191348033096925815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-day-rule.html' title='The 3 Day Rule.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-8144950553862105975</id><published>2009-04-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:44:25.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Excited!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2rSQF5Qx7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2rSQF5Qx7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I came up with a Taylor Swift inspired idea for a wedding announcement. No I am not getting married any time soon (slash I'm not dating anyone), I just get ideas from time to time. I may or may not write them down on a legal pad at my desk... To quote an &lt;a href="http://www.ericadelacruz.com/2008/03/what-it-might-be-like-to-date-me.html"&gt;awesome blog&lt;/a&gt; I found of a person I do not know "I know I'm a strange person, but sometimes I need to see it in writing to believe what a barrel of weirdness I really am." Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-8144950553862105975?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8144950553862105975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=8144950553862105975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8144950553862105975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/8144950553862105975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-excited.html' title='Get Excited!!!!!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-5731860575674284440</id><published>2009-04-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:39:28.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Love Love'/><title type='text'>I LOVE love. I love being in love. I don't care what it does to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xlovelyladyx.deviantart.com/art/Love-25312758"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Se_iK1wsqHI/AAAAAAAAADM/j4z0YB5R_aY/s200/Lovewall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725560060487794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So one day at work Lil' Kim was complaining. I (being the peacemaker that I am) said "hey Kim...What do you love?" and thus began the best game ever! We play it all of the time. When we're bored, when we're frustrated, when we want to laugh, when we want to love. There are rules to the game: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1:&lt;/span&gt; You can only mention what you love, never voice your dislikes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2:&lt;/span&gt; There is no limit to love, it can be anything. It has to be a LOVE though and not a like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I told Ris-kringle about the love game. The other day in RS at church (because Ris-kringle is Prez) we all went around saying what we love. It was pretty close to the best day of my life (We of course had to limit it to one thing). I found out some pretty awesome stuff about the peeps. So.....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on truck rides around the farm.&lt;br /&gt;Being happy.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the movies in the middle of a weekday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;My peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate covered strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers and Steaks cooked on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book at the park on sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;Shooting pistols with le bro-ski&lt;br /&gt;Listening to cheesy pop songs are targeted to a younger audience. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Pudding.&lt;br /&gt;Dirtbag- my cat&lt;br /&gt;Longboarding with Ris-kringle&lt;br /&gt;You, for caring about what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allred song lyric of the day: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still believe that everything will turn out right. &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky Scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-5731860575674284440?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5731860575674284440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=5731860575674284440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5731860575674284440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/5731860575674284440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-love-i-love-being-in-love-i-dont.html' title='I LOVE love. I love being in love. I don&apos;t care what it does to me.'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/Se_iK1wsqHI/AAAAAAAAADM/j4z0YB5R_aY/s72-c/Lovewall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7654405573778428471</id><published>2009-04-06T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:30:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzYwbvGGphc"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SdosTPRhX5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IqcU51egIIg/s200/0405092330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321614618720821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pic didn't work so well, but this says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM0P0Q94Z3Y"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT USE THIS CHAIR&lt;/a&gt;-Thank You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this note in my coat pocket the other day. I don't remember what happened, but I have this strange feeling that I used that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHjFxJVeCQs"&gt;chair. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7654405573778428471?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7654405573778428471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7654405573778428471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7654405573778428471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7654405573778428471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SdosTPRhX5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/IqcU51egIIg/s72-c/0405092330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-7878415706341435419</id><published>2009-04-02T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:26:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shirts and fire alarms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83JDXXKzOXg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SdT_QQ_AiGI/AAAAAAAAACk/pnO3ZSaWURM/s200/shirt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320157714733631586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I got up and got dressed in a plain tee shirt (like the pic, but blue) and jeans. I went to work. So I'm walking around, talking to people, just having a good time. I go over to Kake's desk to give her the other half of the Peanut Butter Twix (yeah...they're amazing) and as I'm talking to her she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is your shirt on b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ackwards?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I look down at it, then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no, this shirt [pointing to the white shirt I had on under it] just fits weird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I got looking at it, the more my life made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day as I was looking in the mirror I thought it had looked funny. I had tried to fix the shirt I had under it. No progress. When I got back to my desk it had felt a little weird when I reached for my keyboard....This had gone on for the majority  of the day and I hadn't thought that maybe my shirt was on backwards. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How had I not thought that?&lt;/span&gt; So I turned it around and all was right in the world again. Rash was the only other person around besides Kake who comforted me by saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's okay. I wore my shirt backwards once too.....in second grade&lt;/span&gt;." It was, however, less embarrassing than the time I wore two different shoes to work. Even better is that the next day Girl in My Department wore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; shirt backwards. What are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.provocraft.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SdUCWLMqrwI/AAAAAAAAACs/D7OUhhywloc/s200/0402091217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161114794405634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random thought that I have frequently:&lt;/span&gt; Whenever I walk down the stairs at work I stare at the fire alarm on the wall to the right. Every time I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if someone were walking up the stairs, tripped at the top, grabbed the wall for support and accidentally pulled the fire alarm?&lt;/span&gt; Then I go down the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-7878415706341435419?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7878415706341435419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=7878415706341435419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7878415706341435419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/7878415706341435419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/shirts-and-fire-alarms.html' title='shirts and fire alarms'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SdT_QQ_AiGI/AAAAAAAAACk/pnO3ZSaWURM/s72-c/shirt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-1567481076352331486</id><published>2009-03-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:33:29.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Your Part To Save The Scene....</title><content type='html'>Oh Fall Out Boy, how I used to love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So word on the street is that I lost my phone on Saturday. I know where I left it and I'm pretty sure the lady did something awful with it because we didn't want to take home the chicken. It was freaking amazing, but we weren't going back to my apt for a while therefore rendering it inedible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point? I don't have phone numbers, so please, if you could, call or text me so I have it. Thank you and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rissssssssssss is amazing and will still be when she's 40 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-1567481076352331486?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1567481076352331486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=1567481076352331486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1567481076352331486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/1567481076352331486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-your-part-to-save-scene.html' title='Do Your Part To Save The Scene....'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-9159074111412717590</id><published>2009-03-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:27:56.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh....mazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this movie today. So good. Life changing even. I've wanted to see it since I heard about it forever ago, but it wasn't a wide release. Now it's in theaters though and I think you should go see it. It is rated R. There's really not language or sexual content. It is a little graphic at times, but it is for the story, not pointless violence. It has shown me how much I have been blessed with in my life. I almost cried at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-9159074111412717590?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/9159074111412717590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=9159074111412717590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9159074111412717590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/9159074111412717590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/03/uhmazing.html' title='Uh....mazing!'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930963007491117095.post-2659110228097078139</id><published>2009-03-07T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:36:24.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart America!!! Is it the 4th of July?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SbfofoXTqZI/AAAAAAAAACc/9iy_hz5n0p4/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SbfofoXTqZI/AAAAAAAAACc/9iy_hz5n0p4/s200/flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311969915615553938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my patriotism is bursting at the seams right now. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; America! The Star-Spangled Banner is such an amazing song that I tend to randomly bust out into.  In fact, one day I started doing said habit for my father, DeV, and as I started to sing it he began moaning. I was confused. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does he not love America? This is our National Anthem we're talking about!. &lt;/span&gt;I stopped singing and asked "What?" then he explained to me that earlier that very same day, in the car that I had not been in, he was with my mother and SHE had randomly busted out The Star-Spangled Banner. That was the day I saw my future. How random is that? So then I started singing it again to annoy him, walked into the kitchen where the mother joined in and surprisingly, Chester even put in a few lines. It was the most magical and patriotic moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More America? okay. So another fave America song that Kake and I tend to duet is "God Bless the USA" by Lee Greenwood. Generally this is done at work. haha. We like to spread patriotism. And every time we do it, we have to put our fists in the air at a certain point. You know the part I'm talking about, I know you did that in Elementary school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, America by Neil Diamond. Come on. L-O-V-E. Serious shout out to Che'babylovecakes for the most amazing times of my life singing that song. It is impossible for me to listen to it without going all out. I made a pact with myself to never listen to that song in public (if I can help it). ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing, I have serious respect and admiration for anyone that can sing the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFE2Eu8EKGE"&gt;National Anthem&lt;/a&gt;. I LOVE America, songs about America, 4th of July, and impromptu family sing-a-longs to the National Anthem. Oh, and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riskins has made an impact on the content of my character...and America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930963007491117095-2659110228097078139?l=meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2659110228097078139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930963007491117095&amp;postID=2659110228097078139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2659110228097078139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930963007491117095/posts/default/2659110228097078139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-heart-america-is-it-4th-of-july.html' title='I heart America!!! Is it the 4th of July?'/><author><name>Anger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SNHIjCQtBnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bJtEmZjMzlk/S220/THE-BLOGGER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd_NBS8dhKU/SbfofoXTqZI/AAAAAAAAACc/9iy_hz5n0p4/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
