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color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TEFUL31kAPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/k-QgPNj0Gq0/s1600/email9.jpg"&gt;I  swear it was yesterday I was buckling my tiny little 6 pound baby  girl into her massive carseat, and driving her very carefully home from  the hospital. Now, a whole year later, and definitely outgrown her first  car seat, my sweet baby goose is a whole year old. Bright blue eyes,  and and a smile that will melt your heart every single time, my blond  haired angel reminds me every day how lucky I am. I never thought I  could experience unconditional love until I had her. She teaches me how  to feel things that I thought were impossible, but it happens  automatically. She is the sweetest and most happy baby I have ever met. I  don't know what I ever did to deserve her, but I couldn't ask for a  more perfect little girl. It almost scares me how much I love her,  because I feel like there are so many terrifying things in this world  that I have to protect her from. She is just so untouched by all the bad  that I never want that to change. I hope she always knows how much I  love her because there is not one thing in this world that can change or  replace the love that I have for her. I love you Matyx Mckell! 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cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TEFUL31kAPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/k-QgPNj0Gq0/s400/email9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494765583312617714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7898471262184297162?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7898471262184297162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-365-days-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7898471262184297162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7898471262184297162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-365-days-of-my-life.html' title='The best 365 days of my life.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TEFUqFmBuzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eeOrcdMcfzo/s72-c/email19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-445887019264599883</id><published>2010-07-16T11:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:11:08.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSoHajtVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dnW-9HwN818/s1600/email8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSoHajtVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dnW-9HwN818/s400/email8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552763274868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSn7eycTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2CJZKB1HAeA/s1600/email7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSn7eycTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2CJZKB1HAeA/s400/email7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552760071385394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSngLpVtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Oe1iguA4-Dk/s1600/email6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECScHaoZVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/igd29Gt2Lqg/s400/email3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552557116745042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSbWUnKOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gC8HeSyg8fY/s1600/email2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSbWUnKOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gC8HeSyg8fY/s400/email2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552543938160866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSbIkXjMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jzxV5F48DzU/s1600/email1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSbIkXjMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jzxV5F48DzU/s400/email1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552540246150338" 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/197133244257676772-445887019264599883?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/445887019264599883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/445887019264599883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/445887019264599883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TECSoHajtVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dnW-9HwN818/s72-c/email8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-8423790455465074193</id><published>2010-07-13T21:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:46:59.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime!</title><content type='html'>We are so glad that it is summertime! Max loves to be outside and loves to swim. (Despite her allergy to chlorine inherited from her father.) We have been to Moab, and St. George and have lots of other trips planned for the summer! We had a great Fourth of July with The Marleys and the Bettweisers, but Max was always too tired for us to even attempt fireworks this year, so maybe next. Matyx will be one on Saturday! I can't believe it. Its definitely a bittersweet kind of thing. Its so fun to see her get so big and smart, but at the same time I want her to stay my little tiny baby forever. I wish I could record every second of everyday with her so that I will never forget all of the funny things she does. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TD0wv0CBm8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/HX1h9yHu35E/s400/34330_1336508129749_1142462840_30754846_3724488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600718440995778" 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/197133244257676772-8423790455465074193?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/8423790455465074193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/8423790455465074193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/8423790455465074193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime!'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/TD0xoFlFiMI/AAAAAAAAAag/Sn0EFBbWNsA/s72-c/IMG_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7088912568352859436</id><published>2010-04-22T23:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:53:47.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S9E0rSXOkFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1d7mZNC6e-E/s1600/24106_383774199811_544844811_3720798_908616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463205741245403218" style="DISPLAY: block; 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If you want to read the blog, leave me your email. If no one gives me their email I guess that means I can write off the blog. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7850998812001480828?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7850998812001480828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-private.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7850998812001480828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7850998812001480828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-private.html' title='Going Private.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5668896236389889898</id><published>2010-03-15T09:55:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:36:50.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Attack</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't done one single post since November. I am a  slacker. But I am not sure anyone even reads my blog so I guess it's not  that big of a deal. Life has just been flying by. Max is getting so  big, I swear she grows an inch everyday. Already she is taking after her  mom in the height world. She is in the 90th percentile for her age!  That poor girl. =] She is almost 8 months old and I can't believe that  we will be celebrating her first birthday soon! 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width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S55a8advNBI/AAAAAAAAARc/nMOlMGs_1T8/s400/max8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892593107579922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S55azUth9JI/AAAAAAAAARU/BqCOh_md2QQ/s1600-h/max4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S55azUth9JI/AAAAAAAAARU/BqCOh_md2QQ/s400/max4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892436944385170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S55anqjjxEI/AAAAAAAAARM/b7d-QE2mUzQ/s1600-h/max1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S55anqjjxEI/AAAAAAAAARM/b7d-QE2mUzQ/s400/max1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892236649710658" 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/197133244257676772-5668896236389889898?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5668896236389889898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/03/slack-attack.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5668896236389889898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5668896236389889898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2010/03/slack-attack.html' title='Slack Attack'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/S55gl_l1E0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Rx3LhpB0mkk/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5718408447844546079</id><published>2009-11-23T12:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:55:33.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrn_krMK7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WLxvi3RQa7k/s1600/m24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407389381974305714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrn_krMK7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WLxvi3RQa7k/s400/m24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrn_YdxVzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bMtKMn9grbc/s1600/m21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407389378696795954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrn_YdxVzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bMtKMn9grbc/s400/m21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407389368398789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrn-yGiO7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/PgVwSI39DV8/s400/m17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407388983968763858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrm8o44e4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/CfGM1fhe4e4/s400/m5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407388220926058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrm7_bt4eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eGJC0gH3l-4/s400/m4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407387796589417938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwrmjSp-ldI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kHIDjyNBu-k/s400/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5718408447844546079?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5718408447844546079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/11/rest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5718408447844546079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5718408447844546079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/11/rest.html' title='The Rest'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Swrn_krMK7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WLxvi3RQa7k/s72-c/m24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-2361116221309451529</id><published>2009-11-17T12:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:30:11.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5sbu0L_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/I_CJywuA20Y/s1600/email6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5rxnEpoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/exWjpJ21EZM/s400/email3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405157033244927618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5r_maRdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IQGtlSdSgtc/s1600/email2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5r_maRdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IQGtlSdSgtc/s400/email2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405157037000246738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5ruszRzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cSX4jJ8dIyc/s1600/email1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5ruszRzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cSX4jJ8dIyc/s400/email1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405157032463648562" 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/197133244257676772-2361116221309451529?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/2361116221309451529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-princess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/2361116221309451529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/2361116221309451529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-princess.html' title='My little princess'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SwL5sbu0L_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/I_CJywuA20Y/s72-c/email6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5760138356193647435</id><published>2009-10-18T12:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:31:45.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months/90 days.</title><content type='html'>My little sugar pie Matyx is already 3 months old. Yesterday was her 3 months birthday. I can't believe how big she is getting. She gets bigger and bigger by the day. It makes me a little bit sad. We have been super busy lately. I am back at work. Just part time, and its nice because I can take her with me. I am a little big nervous about her being there as winter is coming and all the yucky flus that will be making their rounds, so I might be changing that routine fairly soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out with our friends Blake and Kara on Friday night. They have a little girl that was born one day before Max. Max is SO MUCH BIGGER than her. It makes me sad! But she seems so much older than Max to me. It is so weird how different they are! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007508910401554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SttdQCxk6BI/AAAAAAAAANc/AXGkCqX_E34/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007502578408034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SttdPrL6WmI/AAAAAAAAANU/oPNILeOAUeY/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007231074052706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Sttc_3wOqmI/AAAAAAAAANM/cjS2KilR5tk/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007220468515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Sttc_QPrAMI/AAAAAAAAANE/G3oXWJQom3o/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007212479289394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Sttc-ye5GDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dx4wzThxabU/s400/chaseandmeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394007199672528738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Sttc-Cxhb2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/go0FMIukJLc/s400/7919_150252924930_665194930_2467009_4465847_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5760138356193647435?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5760138356193647435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-months90-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5760138356193647435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5760138356193647435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-months90-days.html' title='3 months/90 days.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SttdQCxk6BI/AAAAAAAAANc/AXGkCqX_E34/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-8289478291111729198</id><published>2009-07-21T13:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:13:13.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matyx Mckell Moser</title><content type='html'>She is FINALLY here! Matyx Mckell Moser was born July 17, 2009 at 3:09 p.m. She weighed 6lbs 2oz and was 19 in long! We love her so much! I never thought she would ever get here. It felt like it was taking forever, and now here she is and she is THE BEST thing that has EVER happened to me. Labor wasn't so much fun and neither is the recovering, but it is worth it by a long shot! On Wednesday I went in to my doctors appointment and my doctor stripped my membranes again. She said I still hadn't dialated anymore, but that I was 95% effaced. As soon as we got in the car to leave the doctors I started having really consistent contractions. During that day they got worse and closer together, and that night we went to my parents and took about an hour long power walk. By the time we were done my contractions were 3 minutes apart and pretty painful. (Little did I know.... I hadn't seen nothing yet.) So we went home and got in bed and at about 3:30 I finally decided to wake Chase up and make him take me to the hospital. So they checked us all in and put me on the monitor and at about 6 that morning the nurse came in and told me that I wasn't dialating and that they were sending me home. I cried. I was so disappointed and I thought for sure that was it. So we went home and I got some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon (Thursday) we went to visit our friend Blake and Kara who just had their new baby girl that morning. Kara went a week past her due date and ended up having a C-section. It made me more impatient and more mindful of my persisting contractions. We headed out to Murray to watch my cousin Nichelle play softball and got home around 11 p.m. Again at 3 that morning I woke up and the pain had TRIPLED. So I stuck it out for fear of being sent home again and then finally at 7 I called the hospital and talked to a labor and delivery nurse who told me that I was too early to be in labor and to stick it out till my doctors appointment at 11 that morning. I was so mad. I called my doctors office and asked if they could see me any earlier and they told me that my doctor was in surgeries till 11 and was only coming in for my ultrasound. Chase's sister Anisha called me and talked to me and told me that she could tell by the sound of my voice that I needed to go in. So despite what the hospital nurse told me, we went in again, and had them put me on the monitor. That was at about 9 Friday morning. My contractions continued to worsen. At 11:15 my doctor came in and said... "We are going to keep you. I will break your water and we will start you on a little bit of pitocin and you can get your epidural whenever you want it." NOW!!!!!" haha. After she broke my water it was about 45 minutes till I got my epidural. I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE FELT MORE PAIN THAN THAT. When I first got to the hospital the contractions were only about a minute long... I could wait it out and it didn't seem so long. That all changed. They were lasting so much longer and hurt so bad I couldn't even think. The epidural wasn't bad and totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor told me she wasn't counting on her coming till about 11 that night since it was my first so the nurse would keep checking me and she was going to go home. I was only at a 3 so she figured she had a good while. At 2 the nurse checked me again and I was at a 6, so we were thinking maybe at about 5 that night she would be there. At 2:40 she came in and checked me again and her face went pale. She said, YOU ARE COMPLETE! DON'T MOVE YOUR LEGS! I panicked. COMPLETE? AH!!!! So they started getting everything ready and the doctor rushed back and at 3:09 my little sugar bean was born. She is beautiful and I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had anyone come into my life that I knew that I loved right off the bat. She didn't need to do anything to earn it or prove to me she wanted it, or earn my trust. I just knew that I loved her more than anything else in the world and all the pain and tears were more than worth it. Losing all my sleep and sacrificing my body and sanity is nothing when I get to hold her and she opens her big blue eyes and I know that there is no one else in the whole world who gets to be what I am to her. HER MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is such an amazing dad. I can't even believe howfast he stepped up to the plate. He couldn't wait to change her diaper and loves to hold her and talk to her. I knew he would be amazing but he surprised me by just how amazing he is. I love him so much and so glad that he is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing  and changing so much and everyday I love her more and more. Here are a few of the pictures that I have so far, but I am sure there will be many more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SmYUAJ27QkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zUbeoOHIgsM/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360994399310004802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SmYUAJ27QkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zUbeoOHIgsM/s400/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SmYT_-sjepI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hQq4XXnzc88/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360994396313713298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SmYT_-sjepI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hQq4XXnzc88/s400/DSCN0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SmYT_jZkm0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/aVW7Zyh9LHg/s1600-h/DSCN0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360994388986338114" style="DISPLAY: block; 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STILL dialated to a 2 and 90% effaced. I went into the doctor today and she stripped my membranes in hopes of moving things alot a bit faster. If my water doesn't break by Wednesday then I will go in to get them stripped again, and again on Friday if I still haven't gone into labor. I may possibly be leaking amniotic fluid so they want to do an ultrasound on Friday if I haven't had her by then and that is the soonest they can get me in. Needless to say, Chase and I go on long walks and never take the elevator. I am so ready to be done!!! JUST GET HER OUT OF ME!!!! AH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the bright side of things, I FINALLY finished her nursery and I love it. I just sit in there for hours! And I know some of you are waiting for pictures so here they are... Befores and afters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107247250565874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSJyTQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/73eQXlya-G4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107252527412114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSKF9XM5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gZWNlU0156k/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107260549885970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSKj2EcBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YR6BdraGt3A/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107264402752818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSKyMqhTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EXiXXdCobC8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107613569126626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSfG8akOI/AAAAAAAAAII/93W5wlc-8kA/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107615773540466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSfPJ_QHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/H5Y86NpvTs8/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107616234530754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSfQ35Z8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BAC_jJCQpMs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107265097709730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSK0yWuKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NS-btFKl0YM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107611355273474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSe-sl2QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XtJy8btxaWY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how many flipping clothes this girl has and she isn't even born yet! Haha it is absolutely impossible for me to walk into a store and not want to buy every little girl outfit that they have! She just needs to get here for crying outloud! Anywho... I will keep you updated on everything else! Keep your fingers crossed for little Matyx to be gracing us with her presence this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-3554642615925963169?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/3554642615925963169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-upgrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3554642615925963169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3554642615925963169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-upgrade.html' title='Update, Upgrade.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SlvSJyTQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/73eQXlya-G4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5302701422940040552</id><published>2009-06-29T18:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:13:26.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Appointment</title><content type='html'>Today I had the first of my weekly check ups till my little Matyx gets here. I asked my doctor about early induction or at least induction at 39 weeks a few weeks ago and she said it all depended on if I was dialating or effacing at 35 weeks. So I went into my appointment a little bit anxious today. AND THE NEWS WAS......&lt;br /&gt;I am dialted to a 1 and 80% effaced! WOOHOO!!!! I was all excited about it until I called my aunt Sheila and she told me that she walked around dialated to a 3 and 80% effaced with Janessa... boo. But I guess I should just be patient because after all it IS still a while before my due date. I am starting to get so nervous! Every little pain that I feel I get more and more nervous! We have so many trips and family parties planned these next few weeks I hope she doesn't come at too inconvenient of a time like while we are up the canyon or in Idaho or something. I guess we will have to be a little picky about where we go and when we go! I am stressing the 15 minute drive to the hospital from our house, I think Chase might have to throw Dr. to the front of his name if it was any longer!&lt;br /&gt;The baby room is almost done, just a few more finishing touches and then i will take some pictures and post them.&lt;br /&gt;I had a baby shower on Saturday at my Mom's house, so as soon as Sheila emails me those pictures I will post them as well. Until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5302701422940040552?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5302701422940040552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctors-appointment.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5302701422940040552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5302701422940040552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctors Appointment'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-3115309021952777258</id><published>2009-06-25T21:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:12:20.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup...Catsup...Catch Up. =]</title><content type='html'>WOW! I am such a flippin slacker! So much has happened and I have been shurking my duties on my blog. So now is the time to catch up... though I am not sure anyone even looks at this dang thing anymore... Oh well it is nice to vent I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Chase have been quite busy I suppose. I guess its a nice prelude to the super busy summer we have ahead of us. About a month ago we went camping in Delle, Utah with Chase's friend Rick and his family. We played around on the Razors and the Mules and it was a pretty fun time. It was quite the random camping spot. Just a bunch of trailers gathered closely together in the middle of a big dry field. But perfect for the recreational activities I guess!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472483071235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkQ_3rq9FpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/729jH9wJXVo/s400/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first week in June was the girls' dance recital. Chase and I went and watched them and they did such a great job. They are both so cute and such good little dancers. My grammy and grampy came and watched as well and then we went and celebrated afterwards with some Pace's Dairy Ann. =] mmm. The next day was also my Mom's birthday... the big 3-0! Haha. I hope she had a happy birfday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473068558820930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkRAZwyEpkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1nDDutmsym4/s400/DSCN0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last weekend we took a girls trip to St. George to go to the Tuacahn (?) theater and see Annie. We stayed in a pretty sweet condo in Santa Clara, and had an all around great time. I wish I wasn't pregnant as a Whale so I could have had some more quality pool time, but due to the fact I am not in the middle of my best bikini days, and I didn't want to overheat my womb, I monitored my time in the rays very carefully. AND I only had ONE traumatic episode in the pool. Don't worry everything was fine, and I didn't give birth in a Chlorine bassinet. My child is still in her rightful home for a few more weeks. Note to self... trying to tread ice cold water while 8 months pregnant calls for extremely painful stomach charley horses and cramping. As usual the girls all had a few silly moments, and we all had a blast together! I can't wait for next year!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351477141015897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkREGz3gJNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lugR7GeT6DQ/s400/DSCN0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351477147414013442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkREHLs7pgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PP4WODSjsVc/s400/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351477754194922018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkREqgIxiiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hhQZf9mAYdA/s400/IMG_1545_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351477757450204050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkREqsQ5M5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZFDYfOtIti8/s400/IMG_1552_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351477760945184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkREq5SKYFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OjdxWudExcI/s400/IMG_1554_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you have most likely noticed from the previous pictures is that I am a ginormous whale. Yes, I am ready to pop. I am 35 weeks, and feel like I should be 78 weeks. I am so ready to be done, and I keep getting different weird little sicknesses and I can't handle it. I swear swine flu or west nile will get the best of me one of these days. I have my first baby shower on Saturday. I am pretty stoked on that... can't wait to get more cute baby stuff. I just feel like I am so close that it should just be here already. Pregnancy is over rated. Anywho... that is enough of an update. Gotta stay a little mysterious. =] Adios! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351483936008161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkRKSVL5x4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/2KWjLB-ZOMI/s400/DSCN0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/197133244257676772-3115309021952777258?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/3115309021952777258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/06/ketchupcatsupcatch-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3115309021952777258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3115309021952777258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/06/ketchupcatsupcatch-up.html' title='Ketchup...Catsup...Catch Up. =]'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SkQ_3rq9FpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/729jH9wJXVo/s72-c/DSCN0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-1831438521993656290</id><published>2009-06-03T10:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:34:21.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your husbands name&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Chase Clayton... but he never gets called by his name... I have many nick names for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long have you guys been married&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? 3 1/2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How old is he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is taller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? He has me beat. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can sing best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? We both suck. Haha but Chase doesn't sing, he makes up his own raps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is smarter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Umm book smart, me. Street smart, Chase. Smart ass, Chase. haha ok me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who does laundry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  I do mine he does his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who pays the bills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed when looking at it from bottom to the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who mows the lawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Someone does it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who cooks dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is the first to admit they are wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Ha ha I am never wrong. Usually Chase will because he knows i am a crazy prego..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who kissed who first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I had to kiss chase! But it was in the rain... awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wears the pants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I do of course. Well, with some things. But Chase will put his foot down.&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/197133244257676772-1831438521993656290?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/1831438521993656290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/06/husband-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/1831438521993656290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/1831438521993656290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/06/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7563814052350627174</id><published>2009-05-13T22:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:17:25.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>YAY! New hobby! Anisha taught me how to digital scrapbook, and I LOVE IT! It is all I want to do, and Chase wants to kill me! I made this whole blog by myself! Arn't you so proud? WOOHOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7563814052350627174?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7563814052350627174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/05/digital-scrapbooking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7563814052350627174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7563814052350627174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/05/digital-scrapbooking.html' title='Digital Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-454562300603872699</id><published>2009-04-30T10:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:30:21.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed... =[</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting all week for my headband order to get here from little girl mart... and today IT CAME!!! WOOHOO right? WRONG! I anxiously opened the box and started looking at all of my fun new things, but was quickly disheartened. They sent me two of every color of flower, which limited my 12 assorted flowers to only 6 different colors, and instead of sending me the little waffle crochet baby beanies, they sent me the big people ones. =[ The headbands were ok, but I think a 1/3 satisfaction on an order is pretty sh**ty. So I am sad. I called the little number on the invoice and the mailbox was full. So I emailed the email address and we will see if they ever get back to me. =[ Now I am sad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330522153225925442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfnRp_Jhs0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qGJoOY6Lt5Q/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330522151418094402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfnRp4agY0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dLzcYjhU5oU/s400/hats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330522157030062962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfnRqNUgO3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/4N5LfsYEDyU/s400/bands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-454562300603872699?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/454562300603872699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/454562300603872699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/454562300603872699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed... =['/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfnRp_Jhs0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qGJoOY6Lt5Q/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-324102844902875195</id><published>2009-04-29T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:03:11.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EWWWW.</title><content type='html'>So I have sort of strayed from my American Idol watching. It's not as fun for me to watch talented singers as it is to watch the completely embarassing ones. BUT, last night Chase and I went over to my parents house for my Dad's birthday and my mom was watching it. There are only about 5 left and I watched them all in order and all of the did a really good job. Danny Gokey is still my favorite and I am not sure if it is because I have sympathy for him or what but I just love him, and he's for sure going to win. After Danny it was the last contestant... a thing named ADAM LAMBERT. I say thing, because that's what he is. First of all he is terrifying to look at. So flamboyant and annoying. Ugh. He sends irritated chills up my spine. And then to make it worse, he starts singing. One of my favorite songs called Feeling Good. The song was originally written by Anthoney Newley and Leslie Bricusse for the 1965 musical called The Roar of the Greasepaint- The Smell of the Crowd. It's a jazzy type song and many very talented artists have re-recorded the song, and most of them kept it in the very jazzy-playful genre. But... the fifteenth Artist to record the track was one of my favorite bands. Their name is Muse. It's a very tech-rock kind of band and they are amazing. They did the song on their 2001 album called The Origin of Symmetry. It was the first time the song had been recorded in a more rock and roll kind of feel and they did fantastic. All in all the song has been recorded a grand total of 45 songs including its original recording. The only one of those time that it was recorded in a rock sense was by Muse, in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here trots femmy Adam Lambert on stage to sing Feeling Good, and the arrangement starts out with a very techno piano beat... In the original recording, the song doesn't even start out with piano. In Muse's version, ironically the same exact techno piano is used that Adam Lambert miraculously used for his embarassing and pathetic rendition. THE ENTIRE SONG WAS A COMPLETE COPY CAT OF THE SPIN MUSE PUT ON THE SONG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat there. Fuming mad watching this emo-clown prance about the stage completely slaughtering the song and ripping off Muse's creativity and when he finishes, the judges give him a standing ovation!!! They said that song had never been recorded in a rock and roll feel and called him creative and artistic. I about blew my lid. It still makes me angry to think about and no words I can type on this computer can show you just how livid that thing they call Adam Lambert makes me. I want him to go home. He is repulsive and irritating and such a flaming homo. Take off the make up buddy. Not even I can pull off thick black eye liner surrounding my entire eye, and sorry to tell you, you can not either. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, turn up your speakers because on my blog I posted the Muse version of the song. They do great, and that thing sucks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330189759596802002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfijWIYxL9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/4vqI4JrZXd0/s400/adam-lambert-american-idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww. Just looking at his face makes me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-324102844902875195?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/324102844902875195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/ewwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/324102844902875195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/324102844902875195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/ewwww.html' title='EWWWW.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfijWIYxL9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/4vqI4JrZXd0/s72-c/adam-lambert-american-idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-4762831980804821882</id><published>2009-04-25T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:21:04.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Shoes, My Shoes... Issues.</title><content type='html'>Chase surprised me the other day and came into my work with a cute pair of new shoes just for me. Exibit A:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328676963119244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfNDdyWHo_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vUOIqj1wy-Q/s400/1_79623_FS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute right? Except for he got me a size 7 and I need a size 8. So he took them to Layton Mall to exchange them on Thursday before the game, and I wore them to the game and loved them every second. But that night and Friday, my right foot was really hurting and sore. So I looked at the shoe,and sure enough the right side was smaller than the left. So I took them to the mall and they felt really bad and called around to see if they could find the right sizes that I needed. And of course with my lucky they coudln't. So the girl told me I needed to find another shoe I liked or just get my money back. Well I wanted a new pair of shoes so I looked around and could find only one shoe that I liked. Some really cute black DC's, moccasin style with white pin stripes on them. But, the only problem was that Chase had bought the exact same shoes for him the same days he bought mine... So I thought to myself... Do I take the risk and get the shoes that I want, or do I just get my money back in case Chase throws a fit and is mad at me. So I thought, what the heck... they are cute and the chances of us wearing them on the same day are slim... So I got them. Ha ha! Exibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328679899343523954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfNGIsoikHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p3w88plTPV8/s400/1_95499_FS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Was I wrong to get the shoes? Should I have just taken the refund? I don't think it's a big deal... What do you think? INPUT PLEASE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-4762831980804821882?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/4762831980804821882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-shoes-my-shooes-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4762831980804821882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4762831980804821882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-shoes-my-shooes-issues.html' title='His Shoes, My Shoes... Issues.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfNDdyWHo_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vUOIqj1wy-Q/s72-c/1_79623_FS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-820221103306438886</id><published>2009-04-24T09:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:00:41.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Jazz!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I surprised Chase and managed to score us some sweet lower bowl Jazz tickets. Chase loves the Jazz and I told him I was taking him out and he got all mad because he was going to have to DVR the Jazz game and it wouldn't be as exciting. I tried to keep it from him all day but he came into my work and would NOT leave me alone. "Is it a play? Are you taking me to a play? I have to DVR the Jazz game for a play? Is it a Soccer game? Is it Real?" Finally when he asked me if it was the Jazz game I cracked a smile and he got SO EXCITED!!! Then when I told him we were sitting lower bowl I thought he was going to wet his pants on the floor. Now I am glad I told him what it was because he went and bought me a sweet Kyle Korver Jersey. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went with out friends Matt and Lynsey and I am so glad they came they are so fun. Matt wanted to wear his Kobe jersey and Lyns wouldn't let him. So due to the fact that Lyns LOVES Paul Millsap she wore her Millsap jersey and they bought Matt one at the game. Ha Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and ate at Iggys before and of course, everytime I eat there I end up leaving my phone on the table. So, if any of you have called of text me since last night, I still haven't recovered it from Iggy's yet. This morning Chase left for Rock Springs at 6 in the morning and took his phone with him so I had no alarm to wake up for work. I woke up at 8:55 and jumped out of bed and ran out the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an awesome time at the game and now I just hope the Jazz can pull off a win on Saturday!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328288101755075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfHhzE4NPUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z1mK1roSH8A/s400/DSCN0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328288100513624338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfHhzAQOMRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q0ShEWkJPDY/s400/DSCN0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328288108894211842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfHhzfeTzwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0w02U2_NbGc/s400/DSCN0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328288106706929362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfHhzXU0htI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wU_pg7yGB-A/s400/DSCN0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328288111625867874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfHhzpplkmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A04kqczj32M/s400/DSCN0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-820221103306438886?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/820221103306438886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-jazz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/820221103306438886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/820221103306438886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-jazz.html' title='Yay Jazz!!!'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfHhzE4NPUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Z1mK1roSH8A/s72-c/DSCN0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-3707061050416873718</id><published>2009-04-23T09:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:09:52.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Crazy</title><content type='html'>I went into the little boutique next door to my work a few days ago just to look and see what they had. And to my surprise they carry those cute little crocheted (?) head bands and beanies with the flowers. They are TOO CUTE to resist buying. So I bought 3 headbands, 3 flowers, and 1 beanie, all coming to a total of $47.97! AH! Chase wanted to murder me when I got home, but then he was a little softened when he saw how darling they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, last night was a girl I just hired's first day working. She just had a little girl who is now 3 months old. So I was telling her all about how I got the cutest headbands but I paid so much stinking money for them. Little did I know, she is a little girl guru! She told me that "I had to look at this website! It's so amazing!" So I did, and thanks to her, this morning I placed a $47.97 order online. On what? Beanies, headbands and the dang flowers that clip on them!!! But... I got 12 headbands, 12 beanies and 12 Flowers WITH the clips all for the same price that I spent at the boutique!!! YAY FOR BARGAIN SHOPPER MEG!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327914984109970098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfCOcxVbErI/AAAAAAAAAEA/brf62dFFd6k/s400/yhst-18990516406081_2051_75431006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327914986972320002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfCOc7_3EQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8_0rtAcsKLY/s400/il_430xN_39093272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so excited! They should be here in about 5 days, so I will let you know if I got ripped off! =] The website, yes I will share with you is &lt;a href="http://www.littlegirlmart.com/"&gt;http://www.littlegirlmart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More baby Matyx news... I can SEE her moving all the time. Especially late at night I can watch her move around and watch my belly shift and move. Ha! It's so funny! I can't believe how soon she will be here! But you can bet that she will be the cutest little thing ever with all her cute bows!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for a scary story that Chase's friend Tommy told us the other night...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This family had a big Boaconstrictor, and it was like part of the family... AND it slept under their 2 year old daughters bed.... weird? Yes, but I guess it was too big for a cage and the family obviously treated this huge Boa like any other family pet. I know alot of you share beds with your dogs! Anyway, eventually the snake stopped sleeping under the girls bed and started stretching out right next to the bed. The snake also stopped eating it's mice, and was pretty much starving itself. So after a week or two of the snake not eating, and them still wondering why it was sleeping stretched out next to their toddler's bed, they decided to take it to the vet to see if it was sick. Guess what the doctor said...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327919301389281666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfCSYEdBaYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kVg1CjSK8kI/s400/BigBoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;THEIR PET SNAKE WAS STARVING ITSELF BECAUSE IT WAS PREPARING TO EAT THEIR CHILD!!! The snake had been laying by the bed to size up its prey! (Their daughter!) Ugh! That sends chills up my spine! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327919295907041906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfCSXwB9EnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DWmUyNd0hAU/s400/584524269_4b2e895a68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anywho... life is good! =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-3707061050416873718?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/3707061050416873718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-crazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3707061050416873718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3707061050416873718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-crazy.html' title='Baby Crazy'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SfCOcxVbErI/AAAAAAAAAEA/brf62dFFd6k/s72-c/yhst-18990516406081_2051_75431006.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5222115721059188951</id><published>2009-04-22T09:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:15:39.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my 26 weeks appointment. No ultrasound. =[ But.... I have an ultrasound in three more weeks and then after that we start my two-week appointments and those continue untill she comes. probably about 4 of those! AH!!! She will be here soo soon! I can't believe it. I would like to say time is flying by but it's not. I feel like I have been pregnant for 7 1/2 years. =] She said I am measuring right on schedule and from now on I can only drink milk and water. Which I am fine with. I took my first belly picture yesterday and I wish I would have started earlier. But... I didn't, so here it is. The 26 week belly picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327534646839062578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Se80iOltsDI/AAAAAAAAADo/iMZKlC5JTn4/s400/DSCN0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5222115721059188951?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5222115721059188951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/26-weeks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5222115721059188951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5222115721059188951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/26-weeks.html' title='26 Weeks'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/Se80iOltsDI/AAAAAAAAADo/iMZKlC5JTn4/s72-c/DSCN0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7505298857035398180</id><published>2009-04-17T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:39:46.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Perfect Life</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the title may be a LITTLE exaggerated, but for the most part, perfect is exactly how I would describe my life these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like before I always felt so lost and incomplete, and usually not in full control of my life. But this new leaf I have turned and the new journey I have begun is the most stable and directed I have ever felt. There are a few reasons I can tag why that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my family. I have the best family ever. Included in that family you would have to mention Sophie. She is the light of my life. Chase always gets so mad at me because I say, "How can I ever love Matyx as much as I love Sophie? It's impossible!" And even though I  am joking because loving my child could never compare to my dog, but still! I love that dirty rat so much sometimes it's unreal. She knows when I am happy, sad, mad. She just knows me. My Mom and Dad are the best. I could not ask for better parents. They do so much for me. Even though I gave them a hell of a good few years I know how much they love me and I hope they know how much I love them, and how much I appreciate everything they did and continue to do for me. My little sisters are SO CRAZY! I don't think I was ever as crazy as them... hahah you are right they ain't got nothin on me. I love them so much. It is so crazy to me how different they are. But both equally cute. =] I know I give Rylie a hard time and tease her alot, (another thing Chase gets mad at me for) but it's because I love her. Usually. Ha ha. Kenlie is just the sparkle in my eye. I have always kind of taken Ken as my own. She is my baby sister and therefore my territory and sometimes I feel like the Mother cub. It scares me that one day she will grow out of her awkwardness and have striking looks to match her awesome fun personality and then we will have major issues. Look out species of the Male Race. Last but not least my Tader Tot. He has seriously been surprising me lately. He is growing up so fast and even has a GIRLFRIEND!!! AH!!! Haden?!?! A girlfriend? I never though I would see the day! I thought that he would always think girls had cooties. He is such a cool kid. The weird part is, the older he gets, and the more different I see we are, the more I love him and respect the person that he is. I always wanted Haden to be the star athlete and Mr. Popular. But I wouldn't change one thing about him. He is such an intelligent young man and the girl who snags him forever will be one lucky girl. (And also very strong and brave because she will have to go through me. =])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inlaws. What a weird concept. I thought inlaws weren't real except for in punch lines of jokes. But I can say that now after being married for a little bit and having it actually sink it, my inlaws are one of the biggest blessings that came from getting married. I could not ask for a better group of people. Chase's Mom is superwoman. Seriously, I don't know how she does it. It makes me tired just thinking about all the things she does. Chase gets so many of his amazing personality traits from Cyndi and I am so greatful that she raised such a good man that is now the biggest part of my life. And Brian. Oh Brian. Ha Ha I think about 90% of the time I annoy the crap out of him and he wants to punch me in the noggin, but I just love the guy. He is such a good example and such a strong role model for Chase. Cyndi is lucky to be married to such an awesome man and Chase is lucky to have him as an example. Stephen is just too smart for his own good. He is such an intelligent guy, and such a good supporter for Anisha. The talent those two have together blows me away. Where do I even start with Anisha? I have never had an older sister, I have always been the older sister. I am so so so so blessed to have a new sister.  Especially Nish. I feel so inadequate as a wife and a soon to be mother when I compare myself to her. She is such a good mom, homemaker, and wife. That girl is the most crafty and talented woman I have ever met. I look up to her so much and I hope that one day I can be half the woman she is. Their kids are so adorable. I always tell Anisha that when Matyx gets here she better be ready to trade straight across for Macy. =] And my Bracky. I have such a tender spot in my heart for Chase's twin. I love him so much and he is such a good person. He makes me laugh daily and I am so grateful for the close friendship we have created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my Chaser. I actually feel bad for the rest of all of you. I have the greatest man on earth and the rest of you have to settle. In my journal the other day I was listing all of the things that I love about Chase. There are so many that I couldn't even write them all down. Everyday I find at least one or two new things about him that I love. I really did marry my best friend and I realize that more and more everyday. Yes we argue, I normally am a crazy pregnant hormonal girl but he puts up with it so good. Even the little things he does like offer me a back rub, or bring me a Lemonade to work make me so happy that he is mine. I am so lucky. He is going to be the best dad. Everyday I swear all he talks about is how ready he is for her to be here, and how excited he is to be a dad. I will have the luckiest kids on earth because they will have the best dad ever. I love Chase so glad and so grateful that he picked me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7505298857035398180?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7505298857035398180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-perfect-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7505298857035398180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7505298857035398180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-perfect-life.html' title='My Perfect Life'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-529277109933044687</id><published>2009-04-15T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:36:50.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeep Safari 2009</title><content type='html'>Every year for about the last 9 years Chase and his friends go down to Moab for the Jeep Safari. I had never been and in fact, I have only been to Moab one time and I was asleep the whole time. So this year Chase and his friends kept up the tradition and planned to go down again. So thursday after work, we packed all of our things in Stephen and Anisha's trailer and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really long drive, and Chase tried to kill us only one time. =] But luckily his fantastic driving skills pulled through and we survived. It was actually a pretty big group that ended up going, even though the majority of them ditched out right before we were supposed to leave. It was me and Chase, Rick and Heather and their two little girls, BJ and Jill, Matt and Lynsey, Clark and Brett, and a few other stragglers that seemed to come and go. Matt and Lynsey have a jeep so Chase and I were able to ride with them, and everyone else had some sort of off roading atv. Either a Ranger, a Rhino, or a Razor. (Don't worry I had no idea what they were until I saw them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a few trails and they were all really fun. I was worried I wouldn't like it, but I only jumped out of the jeep on one scary part... the rest I toughed out. On Saturday we were on a trail and all of the sudden it started hailing SO HARD. Luckily, Lynsey and I were cuddled in the back of the jeep with a huge quilt and I was wearing a hoody and a coat and a hat, so I wasn't effected much. Chase and Matt on the other hand were in the front of the jeep and they were soaked! Chase didn't even have a hood on his sweatshirt! They both looked like they had just jumped out of a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back Matt asked me if I wanted to drive back. I don't think he thought I would actually say yes, because he asked Chase first, Lynsey next, and finally got to me. And of course I was all down to test my rock climbing skills. So I drove all the way down the trail and I had SO MUCH FUN! Now I know why everyone loves it so much! I would much rather drive! We finally got off the rocky area and made it to the part where its just a pretty mild dirt road. So I cruised on that part pretty fast and then we got to a little S turn in the road and it was on a really steep incline. And of course me being the fantastic stick driver that I am, I killed it right on the edge of the cliff on this HUGE incline. Don't panic I thought, Chase is sitting right next to you and will talk you through it. You will be fine. So, I looked over to Chase for him to confirm my thoughts, and he had already bailed. He was standing on the side of the road shaking his head. NICE CHASE!!! Leave your wife and child to die while you stand by and watch. So after I whined and nagged him for a few seconds he jumped back in and I did FINE. At least now I know how much faith my husband has in me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night there was a surprise visitor in the campground. We saw a bunch of flashing police lights, so BJ walked over and talked to the cop and while he was over there we heard a gun shot. A few minutes later he came back and said there was a Cougar that has been coming into town and they found it and were trying to take it down. The one gun shot was them shooting it, which they hit it in the leg and wounded it and it took off. So of course all the guys got on  their little atv's and went cougar hunting. Apparently after about 6 shots they took it down and it must have been a very old cougar because all of its teeth were all worn down and flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the long trip home on Sunday, and over all I had a great time. Now Chase wants to sell his bullet bike and buy a jeep to fix up which is absolutely fine with me. I didn't take too many pictures, it rained alot so I was scared to bring it out, but I will post the ones I have soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-529277109933044687?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/529277109933044687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeep-safari-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/529277109933044687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/529277109933044687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeep-safari-2009.html' title='Jeep Safari 2009'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5953902098915277490</id><published>2009-03-27T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:45:20.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theastills.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-pregnancy-survey-all-you-soon-to-be.html"&gt;Fun Pregnancy Survey- all you soon to be mommies, copy and paste!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Name: Megan&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Brownish Blonde?&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Green&lt;br /&gt;First child?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;About the daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Name: Chase&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Goldish brown&lt;br /&gt;First child?: As far as I am aware&lt;br /&gt;Finding out!!&lt;br /&gt;What day did you find out?: Sunday November 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;How did you feel when you found out?: I cried and cried and cried and laughed and cried and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Who was with you?: Ashlee, Chase was in New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you told?: Ash, I handed her the pregnancy test and asked her to make sure i wasn't seeing things&lt;br /&gt;How did they react?: Laughed and screamed and jumped up and down she was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;How did the daddy react?: He was shocked at first. I had to wait a whole week to tell him because he was out of town, and then gave him a little gift with baby shoes and all the tests and a daddy book in it, and he opened it and said, "Are you serious?..." and I said, "Yes." and then he got a huge smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;Telling the grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;How did your parents react?: My mom cried, and my dad asked me if I knew how that happened. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;How did his parents react?: Cyndi couldn't contain herself she was so excited, and I am sure Brian was pretty mellow about it like he is about everything. haha&lt;br /&gt;Are they helping with baby names?: Cyndi actually gave me the name and I just changed the spelling a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Have they bought anything for the baby yet?: Yep, Cyndi has bought 2 baby outfits and burp cloths.&lt;br /&gt;How often do they call to check on you?: Well I see Cyndi everyday so she doesn't call much, but my mom calls everyday if i dont' make it out there.&lt;br /&gt;About the pregnancy!&lt;br /&gt;When was your first appointment?: Dec 23rd&lt;br /&gt;When is your due date?: august 3rd&lt;br /&gt;How far along are you?: almost 22 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Pre-pregnancy weight?: around 135-140&lt;br /&gt;Weight now?: 148&lt;br /&gt;Have you had any ultrasounds?: yes- i have had 4. and I LOVE THem!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the heartbeat?: yes&lt;br /&gt;What was the heartbeat?: uh… 120 i think&lt;br /&gt;Sex of the baby!&lt;br /&gt;Are you finding out the sex or will you wait until birth?: Yep! We already did!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?: I wanted a girl from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;What does the daddy want?: He claimed he wanted a boy but i knew he wanted a girl really&lt;br /&gt;If you have kids, what do they want?: this is the first one&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you are having?: I thought it was a girl from day one&lt;br /&gt;Have you had your big ultrasound yet?: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;If so, what are you having?: a GIRl!!!&lt;br /&gt;About the birth!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you are taking with you?: Some candy hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to be with you?: Chase and I haven't decided who else i will let be in there. Anyone can wait in the waiting room but i am a private person so i dont want anyone in the delivery.&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to videotape it?: HELL NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Natural or medicated?: Haha bring on the drugs&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will need a c-section?: i hope not&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry with you hold your baby for the first time?: n o but i bet chase will&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the daddy will cry?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you will say to the baby when you first hold him/her?: i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared about the labor?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;Names!!Do you have a name picked out?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Matyx Mckell&lt;br /&gt;Is your baby going to be named after someone?: Mckell is my grandmothers maiden name&lt;br /&gt;Other random questions!!&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt the baby move?: yes! and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;What race(s) will your baby be? From you and daddy?: all white meat&lt;br /&gt;Do you have stretch marks yet?: No&lt;br /&gt;What was your first symptom?: missing my period. hahah that has been my only symptom&lt;br /&gt;Will your baby have godparents?: ummm no&lt;br /&gt;What is the baby's room theme?: lime green and black&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you bought for the baby?: a bow&lt;br /&gt;If you already have kids, how do you think they will adjust to the new baby?: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Will you cloth diaper?: Definitely not&lt;br /&gt;BFing or formula?: we will have to see&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite pregnancy book?: what to expect when you are expecting&lt;br /&gt;What do you look forward to doing again once you are no longer pregnant?: eating sushi in a hot tub&lt;br /&gt;What physical features do you hope the baby will get from daddy?: eyes and bone structure and i want her to get her aunt anisha's skin and mostly all her features, so if that is possible, i will take that.&lt;br /&gt;What physical features do you hope the baby will get from you?: my hair and legs&lt;br /&gt;Is he ready to be a daddy?: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to be a mommy?: meh... i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5953902098915277490?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5953902098915277490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommy-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5953902098915277490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5953902098915277490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommy-to-be.html' title='Mommy to be'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7848677278866136165</id><published>2009-03-26T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:12:18.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matyx Mckell Moser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQhlh0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/HBHB48hWjv0/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529886399778866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQhlh0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/HBHB48hWjv0/s400/img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQZ0-JHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WgD1eO5syCo/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529884317066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQZ0-JHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WgD1eO5syCo/s400/img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529883850459186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQYFuSDI/AAAAAAAAADI/x8QW5xWlxDM/s400/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQF4W_rI/AAAAAAAAADA/TpNkc4SicDA/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529878962568882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQF4W_rI/AAAAAAAAADA/TpNkc4SicDA/s400/img001.jpg" 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/197133244257676772-7848677278866136165?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7848677278866136165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/matyx-mckell-moser.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7848677278866136165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7848677278866136165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/matyx-mckell-moser.html' title='Matyx Mckell Moser'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/ScupQhlh0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/HBHB48hWjv0/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-4308841210602319135</id><published>2009-03-25T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:05:53.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Attack</title><content type='html'>UGh! I am getting so bad at keeping this stinking blog updated. So... let me go ahead and catch up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The wedding was great! We had so much fun! Thanks to everyone who came and to our families for hanging out and putting up with us all week! I couldn't have asked for a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our honeymoon was great, I posted the pictures in my last post and I wish I would have taken more. We went to Sea World, and that was probably my favorite day. Then we went to a few different beaches and ate some good food and on the last day we went Whale Watching. It was the absolute most terrible experience of my life. The waves were huge that day, and as soon as we got out of the bay I got extremely motion sick. For the entire three and a half hours I was trying my best not to regurgitate my lunch. Unfortunately Kara wasn't as lucky as mine, and lost hers. =[ But all in all we had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are moving again! The condo we are in right now is terrible. It has a flat roof and so the condo next to us had its roof cave in over the winter so the entire building smells like mold. Also, the master bedroom is downstairs and the other bedroom is upstairs by the front door. So that won't work with me for the baby. Chase also needs a garage and we would love to have a backyard. So we found a nicer one with a garage and a backyard for the same price, and it's closer to my work! We are excited!&lt;br /&gt;We also sold the Neon. =[ I know, I know, so terribly sad. It was such a good car and my long time companion. But we got a cute new Jeep Grand Cherokee and I am loving it. Chase tinted the windows 2 saturdays ago and then he got a tint ticket the next day! Ha ha that's what he gets for being illegal. So now we just have Chase's monsterous truck and my cute little Jeep with illegal windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I had my 21 week ultrasound yesterday! Matyx is getting so big, and she is for sure still a girl! HaHA! she is in the 40th percentile for her size, so she is pretty average. She has extremely low chances for Downs and Spina Bifida, so that is good news. We got to see her little feet and toes and face. She definitely has the Moser nose, and the Lauder lip. It's crazy how detailed you can see their features in the 3d pictures. Those pictures are up on my facebook and I will post them on here when I get home from work! I am five months and only have four left to go! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-4308841210602319135?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/4308841210602319135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/slack-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4308841210602319135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4308841210602319135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/slack-attack.html' title='Slack Attack'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-2959416824872948692</id><published>2009-03-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:28:35.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbH0FydsT2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/joWfzJYymlU/s1600-h/RSCN0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310293815929360226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbHzbuShQXI/AAAAAAAAACI/9-8H9AknUTw/s400/DSCN0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbHzbcW6aOI/AAAAAAAAACA/EXUx3hSSZIE/s1600-h/DSCN0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310293088440838370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbHzbcW6aOI/AAAAAAAAACA/EXUx3hSSZIE/s400/DSCN0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbHza2aK2OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lF5v8pq8SV0/s1600-h/DSCN0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310293078253951202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbHza2aK2OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lF5v8pq8SV0/s400/DSCN0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Married finally! The wedding went great as soon as I get the pictures I will post them. For now, here are the honeymon pictures! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-2959416824872948692?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/2959416824872948692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/2959416824872948692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/2959416824872948692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/03/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SbH0FydsT2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/joWfzJYymlU/s72-c/RSCN0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-6672672339946097454</id><published>2009-02-17T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:53:18.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perinatal consult</title><content type='html'>This morning was our appointment at the University of Utah with Dr. Sullivan who is a Perinatal Specialist. After our scary appointment last month, they made us an appointment to go get an ultrasound with a specialist to check and make sure that everything was ok and that the spots they saw on our baby's belly either went away, or were nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;So bright and early this morning we made our way in the blizzard up to the hospital and I was so nervous I thought I was going to jump right out of my skin. They called me back immediately for my ultrasound. The girl looked around for a bit and once again, baby was moving around all crazy. She took a few measurments and showed us it's arms and legs and fingers and toes. Then I asked her if she was seeing the spots on the tummy and she said that she looked everywhere and she couldn't see anything wrong at all. No spots or anything. PHEW!!! What a relief. Then she looked to see if she could tell what the gender was and.... IT'S A GIRL!!! WOOHOO!!! Little Madyx is on her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is on Saturday and I am so excited! I feel  like it has been coming forever! So that is the good news for the day! See you all on Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-6672672339946097454?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/6672672339946097454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/02/perinatal-consult.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6672672339946097454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6672672339946097454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/02/perinatal-consult.html' title='Perinatal consult'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-9201052202095925546</id><published>2009-02-04T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:32:01.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We need</title><content type='html'>Go to google and type in your first name followed by the word needs. Post the first ten results, and see how many funny ones you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Megan needs.... a mirror. (yeah today i probably do.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Megan needs... a hug. (sure...who doesn't.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Megan needs... to gain ten pounds. (working on it.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Megan needs... to upgrade. (nah... I'm happy. =])&lt;br /&gt;5. Megan needs... a quiet home. (have one!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Megan needs...to get Sarah’s contact information from Glenda.(sure it's been a while since I've talked to Glenda.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Megan needs... a makeover. (sign me up.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Megan needs... a summer intern. (ummm what.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Megan needs...a plane ticket to a warmer climate. (got one, thanks! March 1st!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Megan needs... a theme song and to work on gun contorol. (hahah yes and yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chase needs... to stop playing with peoples lives. (Yes he does!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Chase needs...to settle down. (he is!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chase needs... your help. (Chase needs alot of help. =])&lt;br /&gt;4. Chase needs... surgery. (he really really does.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Chase needs... a foster home. (Not yet. =])&lt;br /&gt;6. Chase needs... to be destroyed. (hahah please no!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Chase needs... to win the lotto. (SIGN ME UP!!!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Chase needs... a family. (we're workin on it!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Chase needs... to be fixed. (hahaha a little too late for that. =])&lt;br /&gt;10. Chase needs... a homefield advantage. (... ok?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-9201052202095925546?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/9201052202095925546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-need.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/9201052202095925546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/9201052202095925546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-need.html' title='We need'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5659851665624489774</id><published>2009-01-27T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:03:43.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-ElVs2DHI/AAAAAAAAABg/gbBe-2_iEIc/s1600-h/l_e1aa8396de3c4358a186520073fed8c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097463826254962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-ElVs2DHI/AAAAAAAAABg/gbBe-2_iEIc/s320/l_e1aa8396de3c4358a186520073fed8c9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EhTrXVbI/AAAAAAAAABY/BJhTDehcnbo/s1600-h/l_a06c0a4d8eec42ee8150ca77e4e67b08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097394563700146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EhTrXVbI/AAAAAAAAABY/BJhTDehcnbo/s320/l_a06c0a4d8eec42ee8150ca77e4e67b08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EhOYBDCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ccbVcV8Seyk/s1600-h/l_446cfd5aee5e44dfb0e7fc77b8e88e39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097393140370466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EhOYBDCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ccbVcV8Seyk/s320/l_446cfd5aee5e44dfb0e7fc77b8e88e39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-Egy0S0II/AAAAAAAAABI/W_NsxyYNEAU/s1600-h/l_312f3ff83da14840972fcd604e6a5de8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097385742782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-Egy0S0II/AAAAAAAAABI/W_NsxyYNEAU/s320/l_312f3ff83da14840972fcd604e6a5de8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EgouAGYI/AAAAAAAAABA/GoKOrdTgHB8/s1600-h/l_31bf1df8028b4bad9c572d8b024c77ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097383032035714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EgouAGYI/AAAAAAAAABA/GoKOrdTgHB8/s320/l_31bf1df8028b4bad9c572d8b024c77ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EgqQkzkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EYjHrQrLLdo/s1600-h/l_22d4096125a9441c949b53c719f9611a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296097383445483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-EgqQkzkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EYjHrQrLLdo/s320/l_22d4096125a9441c949b53c719f9611a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5659851665624489774?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5659851665624489774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5659851665624489774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5659851665624489774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SX-ElVs2DHI/AAAAAAAAABg/gbBe-2_iEIc/s72-c/l_e1aa8396de3c4358a186520073fed8c9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7574015374407581815</id><published>2009-01-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:45:36.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Chase and I went to my second ultrasound. Everything went great. we got the see the baby. She is getting so big, and was quite the wiggle worm. Moving around and flipping and wiggling. She definitely will be a dancer. =] We got to hear her heartbeat and everything was strong and normal. then the doctor said, "There is something that I am seeing that concerns me, let me show you what it is." My heart instantly dropped. She moved the picture in the screen to my tiny little baby's stomach and pointed out a large black circle. very significantly sized and I would even say large compared to the rest of the body. much larger than her hands, or feet and I would even say almost as large as her head. She told us that is was a pocket of fluid. She wasn't sure if it was on the stomache or kidneys, but may be a problem with the chromosomes. I automatically knew exactly what that was and my heart sunk even deeped. She told us that we would most likely need to go to a specialist to have it further checked out. Of course the tear flow had already started. Something so exciting turned so terrible in just a few seconds. She printed us out some pictures of our tiny little guy and then we went back to the waiting room to wait for the doctor. I was beside myself. I don't think either Chase or I knew what to say to each other. Finally after what seemed like ages, we got called back. The doctor came in and told me not to worry yet. She said with technology the way it is these days, ultrasounds pick up on things early enough that normally if the ultrasound would have been a month or two later, they would just take care of themselves. Dr. Zelenkov called the pocked of fluid cysts. She said that our baby has on the left side of it's abdomen and one on the right side which is a little bit bigger. She gave us a few possibilities of what could happen. She said that we needed to go meet with a Perinatal Specialist because they would be able to do a closer ultrasound and see exactly where the cysts are growing. She said she is pretty sure she got a clear shot of the kidneys so they probably aren't there, and they look too low to be on the lungs. So... on February 17th we go to meet with a doctor at the U to figure out for sure what is going on. Also on that day, we will find out what the sex of our baby girl is. I am terrified... but I know things will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7574015374407581815?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7574015374407581815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/ultrasound.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7574015374407581815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7574015374407581815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/ultrasound.html' title='Ultrasound'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-4664410297186401383</id><published>2009-01-21T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:33:16.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>Just because you told me not to. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-4664410297186401383?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/4664410297186401383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4664410297186401383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4664410297186401383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5949507651600166521</id><published>2009-01-06T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Chase Clayton Moser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we got our engagement pictures taken. Chase's sister Anisha took them. She did such a good job, even though both of us were a little freaked out about acting cutesy to each other on camera. =] haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I write this in every single blog post that I write, but I don't care. I love Chase so much. I know that everything happens for a reason, and I know there is a reason Chase happened to me. He is such a good thing in my life and he makes me so happy. We argue like we should, both of us are very stubborn. But the best part about it is even when I am terribly angry at him, I can't stop thinking about how much I love him. There's something about his eyes that wins me over. Stinking brat. =] It's too bad for the rest of you that I snagged the most amazing person in the entire world and the rest of you have to settle. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of our pictures. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288323651966039154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SWPmV7y7dHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J4BjvIvuSGU/s400/n665194930_1085482_5687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288323653482984994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SWPmWBcmNiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/D6cI_5FARoQ/s400/n665194930_1085483_6014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288323657190804994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SWPmWPQnDgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Yiup8I7HCU8/s400/n665194930_1085484_6325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288323663565448338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SWPmWnAcZJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KXEC7nMDdZ0/s400/n665194930_1085485_6674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288323667076216450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SWPmW0FedoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8Kz0AZPLM3o/s400/n665194930_1085492_909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5949507651600166521?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5949507651600166521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-chase-clayton-moser.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5949507651600166521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5949507651600166521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-chase-clayton-moser.html' title='I Love Chase Clayton Moser'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SWPmV7y7dHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J4BjvIvuSGU/s72-c/n665194930_1085482_5687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7345047931740019165</id><published>2008-12-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Update</title><content type='html'>I used to be so good at blogging, and now I feel like it's a rare occasion that I get a chance to write 2 words! Christmas was fun! On Christmas eve, chase and I went with my family to the Vervloet's for dinner and then went to Chase's Mexican's party. (Can I say that?) It was cool! Except for the meat that they served was full of fat! Then later that night, we went over to Anisha's to help set up the trampoline that they got for Christmas. (Well, I didn't help. The guys did, and the girls stayed inside chatting. =]) But it looked freezing! Christmas morning, Chase and I opened our presents from each other and then went over to my parents house to open presents with them. It's fun because Kenlie is still so young so she makes it exciting! At 11 we went over to Chase's mom's house to eat breakfast and open presents with them. They are all older so it is fun to get to have an older kid party. =] We got lots of fun things! Cameras to document our soon to be exciting life together, dishes for our new house, clothes, all sorts of fun things! All in all it was a super fun day, and I am so happy I got to spend it with Chaser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas my family and Chase's family all went bowling at Bountiful Bowl. Its fun that our families can do things together! It was Haden's birthday, so we went to eat at Applebee's after, and it wasn't very good. I can't believe my baby brother is 17! AH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to an appointment with my OB, and they gave me my first Ultrasound. It was so crazy! I got to hear baby's heartbeat, and see her (haha) on the screen. Right now she just looks like a jelly bean, since I am only 7 weeks, but her heartbeat sounded loud and strong. I have my next appointment on January 20th, and will be able to see more then! I think the appointment after that we will be able to see that she is a girl. =] Chase insists it's a boy, but he doesn't know. If it is a girl I think we will name her Xalee Mckell, but no ideas if it happens to be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy right now, finishing up wedding plans and making sure we haven't left anything out. The big day is less than 2 months away and coming so fast! so mark your calenders and watch for an invite in the mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285383153111529442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlz-X8L9-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/thisf5sVgbk/s400/n665194930_1049347_3342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285383151397653250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlz-RjkSwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kLOITJFV_qc/s400/n665194930_1049346_2270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285382954690564098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlzy0w8UAI/AAAAAAAAANw/JAJt-7Z9tq8/s400/n665194930_1049344_101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285382951103709794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlzynZxQmI/AAAAAAAAANo/6q-tcpOwD7U/s400/n665194930_1049343_8986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285382945202499170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlzyRaz7mI/AAAAAAAAANg/umw1XIPCIkU/s400/n665194930_1049260_5221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285382942277305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlzyGhZBKI/AAAAAAAAANY/EfycjpBuPZo/s400/n665194930_1049258_2200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285382941914112306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlzyFKzITI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JQqFQf1Aj04/s400/n665194930_1049257_9717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285383159590540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlz-wE51eI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ocvGSyEtfkE/s400/n665194930_1049350_1590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7345047931740019165?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7345047931740019165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7345047931740019165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7345047931740019165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-update.html' title='Winter Update'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SVlz-X8L9-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/thisf5sVgbk/s72-c/n665194930_1049347_3342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-6664389453794215831</id><published>2008-12-16T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>Is February 21st. Mark your calenders!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-6664389453794215831?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/6664389453794215831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/12/day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6664389453794215831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6664389453794215831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/12/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-927181607636877918</id><published>2008-12-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; While I was at work on Saturday, I got a call from Chase at about 5:30 p.m. He said, "Hey, we are going out tonight, and you have to dress up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dress up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yeah, no jeans." He confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew something was up. I knew he had something tricky up his sleeve, and that if he wanted me to dress up, then most likely he was going to drop the bomb tonight. Knowing that tonight was the night, sort of took the element of surprise out of the whole situation. So, Cyndi came into work to help me close, and way playing it very coy. "What are you and Chase doing tonight?" She pretended to be uninformed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't know, Chase called and said we were going out, and asked me to dress up." I answered suspiciously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh, dang it. I was going to see if you guys wanted to come out with me and Brian." She lied. "But, you two will have fun, I wonder where he is taking you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't know, but I will let you know for sure." I played along. I knew Cyndi knew exactly what was happening. Chase doesn't blow his nose without talking to his mom about it. And while I love this about him, they both need to realize that they can't pretend to be keeping things from each other. Especially at a time like this. I see right through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... I got all dressed up, did my hair, and went to meet Chase at about 8. We drove out to Salt Lake and he asked me if I have ever eaten at The Roof. I told him that I hadn't and he told me we had reservations at 9:30. Chase really wanted to go on a carriage ride, but when we walked over to where the carriages pick up, there was a line of at least 30 people. Neither of us wanted to wait, so I said, "Let's go walk around." CHASE WAS ACTING SOOO WEIRD! We walked around for a bit, and Chase was just acting so nervous. So we went and sat down by the waterfall in front on the Temple, and I could tell Chase was about to jump out of his skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting right next to me, he turned and very normally said, "Meg, will you marry me?" Just sitting there next to me, like it was no big deal, and not a question that he had to think about at all. So I said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes, of course I will." And he slid a ring on my finger that is identical to one I have been wearing for years, except for 3 sizes too big. Automatically Chase started freaking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OH MY GOSH! IT'S TOO BIG!!!! YOU TOLD ME SIZE 6!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No, Chase I told you size 5."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I can't believe it's too big for you! I feel so dumb, I can't believe this is happening! Oh my heck Meg I am so sorry, I feel so stupid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I tried to comfort him, "Chase, calm down we can get it sized it will work out. Calm down. Let's just go eat and it will be fun." He continued to huff and puff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside I was extremely disappointed in Chase. He didn't even get on his knee. I wasn't surprised at all, and it wasn't what I had hoped it would be since I was a little girl. But, at the same time I didn't really care. It was my Chaser, and those five little minutes he ruined with his nerves would be completely irrelevant compared to the many years of fun we had ahead of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went up to The Roof, and sat at our table that was right above the Temple. We ate our dinner and then continued with dessert. After we had filled our bellys, the waiter came up and asked us if we were ready for our check. Chase said yes, and we both sat waiting for the bill. Then, to my suprise, the waiter brought out a silver platter covered in rose petals, and a ring box. There in front of everyone in the whole place (keep in mind a family party of 40 people had just come in and sat right next to us.) Chase got on his knee and asked me to marry him the right way. It gives me chills even thinking about it. Of course I said yes again, and Chase put a much better fitting and most on character beautiful ring I have ever seen. It completely fits my personality and I love it. The hostess was standing near by to take pictures and i'm sure everyone in the whole place was staring. I wouldn't have known either way because I was way too tuned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chase is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and by far the best guy I have ever dated. He puts up with so much from me, and I don't know how he does it. I love him so much and can't wait to start our lives together! I love you Chase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835479664540642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/ST6jZ9Rbu-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/0hWZ47S2fj8/s400/n665194930_977455_338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835481847031730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/ST6jaFZx57I/AAAAAAAAAM4/-36Pu01-0WY/s400/n665194930_977456_1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836282352289154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/ST6kIrhGxYI/AAAAAAAAANI/kdOzquGMD6I/s400/n665194930_977457_2360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-927181607636877918?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/927181607636877918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you-marry-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/927181607636877918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/927181607636877918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/ST6jZ9Rbu-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/0hWZ47S2fj8/s72-c/n665194930_977455_338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-717212794458066167</id><published>2008-11-26T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made Chaser take me to see Twilight a few days ago. I was really excited because I have read all of the books and absolutely fell in love with all of the characters and the story. My anticipation for the movie couldn't have been greater and neither could my disappointment. I HATED IT!!! It was too cheesy and too pretend for me. I know, I know, you say it's about vampires and wherewolves it's supposed to be pretend, but I think the funnest part about the whole story for me is mixing fantasy with reality. The idea of walking around with disguised characters that aren't really what they seem. But no.... Edward was Edward indeed, but not Edward Cullen, to me he was more Edward Scissor Hands, still pale face, terrifiying facial expressions, and out of control hair. Long story short, I was not impressed. The funny part is that CHASE LOVED IT! hahah oh the irony. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-717212794458066167?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/717212794458066167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/717212794458066167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/717212794458066167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-4737745896683697220</id><published>2008-11-24T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective Hearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since I was little my Dad has been telling me I have a bad habit of  not listening. I don't think I really understood the severity of that problem or even recognized it as a problem until the last few weeks of my life. I have noticed that I can have a full conversation, be responsive and coherant and walk away not having a clue what they said. I can stare right at a person pretending to listen to what they are staying, and nothing will register in my brain. Its not that I don't want to hear or that I am ignoring them, sometimes my brain is just in LALA land. Ha. At first I thought it was funny, but it's actually a problem! So... If I have a conversation with you and ask you the same question 5 minutes later... don't be offended... I just don't pay attention. ha. Don't worry I will work on it. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-4737745896683697220?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/4737745896683697220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/selective-hearing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4737745896683697220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4737745896683697220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/selective-hearing.html' title='Selective Hearing'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-661793891374025485</id><published>2008-11-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTHhN6CjtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z4FG64jAmEw/s1600-h/DSCN0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270556837413031634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTHhN6CjtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z4FG64jAmEw/s400/DSCN0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, the trip to Silver City, New Mexico finally came through. We left on Friday morning, woke up at about 4 to catch our flight at 7. Ick. I hate mornings, that doesn't even qualify as morning, to me that is still night time. We had a layover in Vegas then finally made it to El Paso, Texas to pick up the Rental truck and make the drive to Silver City. Only a slight problem on the way there... the Penske truck got high centered while we were trying to figure out where we were. Apparently flipping a U turn on a 2 lane road in the middle of Deming, New Mexico doesn't get you anything but a hundred dollar bill from the tow truck company. =] Oops. (Chase was alot more calm during that fiasco than I would have guessed he would be, so kudos to him.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557050065430674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTHtmGUqJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/noFA5Olkmn8/s400/DSCN0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Overall I was not impressed at all with New Mexico. It is ugly, mostly flat, and all the way boring. The building that had the offices that were being torn down was completely filled with dead beetles and cockroaches. It was disgusting, everywhere you stepped it was inevitable that you would take out at least a few per step. It was a huge building and there were office stations in every square inch possible. I felt bad for the guys who had to take all of the office stations down, ha. Poor souls. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557367055760050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTIAC-tOrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lmayFLjdR8g/s400/DSCN0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Silver City should change it's name to Hole in the Middle of No where. There are no decent places to eat and nothing to do.Our trip was short by 2 days, which I wasn't sad about. The drive home was terribly boring... the same drab dirt and sage brush over and over again. Just before Luna, Arizona we went through these mountains and stopped at a look out point that was really cool. Other than that, it was LAME! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557671881136754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTIRyivWnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qOCujfS0wjs/s400/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270557915824212194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTIf_TTSOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ONv8BWgScB8/s400/DSCN0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More than anything I was so happy to see grass when we got home. I didn't see one blade from the time our plane took off, to the time we got back to Utah. It's crazy how finished it makes everything look. Now more than ever I am such a Utah girl and could never permanently live anywhere but here! Over all it was a fun trip, but so glad to be back! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270558372086724978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTI6jAwuXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jrUlq2fA2io/s400/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-661793891374025485?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/661793891374025485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/661793891374025485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/661793891374025485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SSTHhN6CjtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z4FG64jAmEw/s72-c/DSCN0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7977455514120410941</id><published>2008-11-13T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well well well, what do I have to tell you about what is currently going on in my life? It is pretty much awesome. I am more happy now than I have been in a very long time! Still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday, Chase and I went and listened to his sister Anisha and her husband Steven speak in their ward. They did such a good job. Anisha gave her talk on gratitude. She addressed it to the kids which I thought was such a good idea. She is so darling and has the cutest kids in the world. I love going over there with Chase to play with them, even though they always get so riled up. =] Chase is so cute with kids. That is one of the characteristics that I love the most about him. I love watching him with his Nephews and Niece. Steven also did such a great job on his talk. He talked a little bit about temple marriage, and what a great blessing it is in him and Anisha's life. I can't wait for the day that I can go through the temple with my husband. That afternoon we went back over to Steven and Anisha's house for Aiden's 6th birthday party. He is such a sharp kid. During Sacrement meeting he and I passed notes back and forth to each other and I can't believe how good he is at sounding words out. He is so funny. Chase has such a cute family and I love how close knit they are. It reminds me of my family. Not just relatives, but friends too. His mom has become such a huge influence on me these last few weeks. What a cool lady she is. So strong and so down to earth. Chase is lucky to have her. And I am lucky to know her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which brings me to my family. Thanksgiving is coming up and lately I have been thinking about just how grateful I am to have such a neat family. I can talk with them so easily and my siblings are my best friends. I am also lucky to have such a close extended family. I have the best aunts and uncles and cousins I could ever ask for and am so thankful for how close we all are. Don't even get me started on the Grandparent topic because there is not enough memory on this silly blog to express how much my grammy and grumpy mean to me, so I won't even try. Words do no justice for the way I feel about my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288721287907090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy4re6QBxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yzmBpEMBOG8/s400/DSC_4000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad is such a good provider for our family and loves my Mother so much. He is so sweet and patient with her. He is so intelligent and useful. It is so nice to be able to get an oil change in your own driveway. I am so lucky to have him as a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom is my best friend. We fight, we laugh, we cry, we yell, we joke. I am so much like her sometimes it scares me. (Not that it's a bad thing, sometimes I just look at her and laugh at what a nerd she is, and then realize that I am the same way. So thanks mom for making me such a huge FON. hahahah) My mom is the biggest motivator in my life. I know I pretend to ignore what she tries to tell me about the lessons I learn in life, but the truth is, I contemplate everything she tells me on a daily basis, and I remember the things she tells me always. She is such a huge blessing to me and I love her so much. There is not a stronger woman in this world, and defintely no one who could fill the position of my Mother better than she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My little brother is such a dork. Ha! He is so smart though. It is weird how the older he gets, the more we have in common. I find him listening to the same music as me, and watching the same movies I like. He is such a good kid, and one day some cute girl is going to be lucky to snatch him up. My sisters are my rocks. Both for different reasons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rylie is less like me than Kenlie, but I think that is a good thing. Our personalities balance each other out, and even though we fight more than any of my other siblings, I know that when we get older we will be best friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenlie is my personality twin. The way she talks about school and friends reminds me so much of how I remember my outlook on life being at her age. She is probably the funniest little girl I have ever met and also one of the most positive. She is so easy to be around and can make me smile even when I am trying not to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my family so much and I am so lucky to be blessed with them in my life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well enough blabbing. Here are some pictures, again, just for you Alece. I decided I needed to et one up of the love of my life.... the other one... Sophie. Ha! The other day she sat on my lap while I was getting ready and just slept. It was so precious! It took me like and hour to get ready because I just didn't want to move her! Enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285881190397170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2GKuPNPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4aJJaXxQnVY/s400/DSCN0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285890114237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2Gr92NCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kTF7UvoQ_wU/s400/DSCN0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285901101916514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2HU5g4WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cq7LCAiuChs/s400/DSCN0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285905983681938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2HnFatZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z3aAUegu2-Q/s400/DSCN0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285909368456850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2HzsaRpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i2VwBblrSkc/s400/DSCN0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268286547494445746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2s85gIrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WV5weuVuM-k/s400/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268286548783641522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy2tBs3s7I/AAAAAAAAALA/xoJK3iQRCnc/s400/DSCN0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268287461468588562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy3iJt6yhI/AAAAAAAAALI/OSyiBAXrgk8/s400/DSCN0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268287464408604354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy3iUq33sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t8Kd9aveGS4/s400/DSCN0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268287471425079490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy3iuzuyMI/AAAAAAAAALY/daqCMlWGlq8/s400/DSCN0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268287480232304434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy3jPniXzI/AAAAAAAAALg/92_Bb4NElRI/s400/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268287483369632578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy3jbTiM0I/AAAAAAAAALo/_9H2vUd2A6I/s400/DSCN0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288718066877298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy4rS6TA3I/AAAAAAAAALw/sjmqKILLeac/s400/n744685272_4639216_4280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7977455514120410941?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7977455514120410941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7977455514120410941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7977455514120410941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRy4re6QBxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yzmBpEMBOG8/s72-c/DSC_4000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-8090486151445504687</id><published>2008-11-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Is my boyfriend? I think he is SUPER cute... I am so blessed to have Chase in my life. He makes me so happy and treats me like a Princess. Actually, just today he told me that I am his Princess. =] And I am. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267483925469677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRncuM2zRrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PapTJXblj2g/s400/DSCN0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things I love most about Chase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he kisses me on my forehead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he gives me butterfly kisses on my cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he surprises me at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he calls me Mrs. Moser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he wraps his arms around me and squeezes hard as he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he lets me pick what movie to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he smiles at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he holds my hand wherever we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he lets me pick where we eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he laughs at the stupid things I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he puts his foot down when I act like a brat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he lets me listen to country in his truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he laughs at me and lets me throw my fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When tells me I am cute haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he takes me to family events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he calls Sophie our child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he is patient with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he gets mad and then I laugh at him and he calms down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he laughs at me when I tell him he has to go see Twilight with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I miss him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I hug him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I kiss him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the best boyfriend in the world. Sucks for everyone else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267484167698308450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRnc8TOm3WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/idWavWcc6Zk/s400/DSCN0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-8090486151445504687?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/8090486151445504687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/8090486151445504687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/8090486151445504687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-cute.html' title='How Cute'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRncuM2zRrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PapTJXblj2g/s72-c/DSCN0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-2244709621049934238</id><published>2008-11-08T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Where is your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is in the drawer next to me. I am at work, gotta keep that sucker hiden. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Where is your significant other?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am guessing that Chase would qualify as my significant other. Right now, since it is 9 in the morning he is laying in his bed trying to decide if he is ready to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your hair color?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Platinum blonde right now. I am thinking of making a change though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is a crazy funny lady who sometimes drives me crazy but always makes me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your father?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is smart and strong. A fantastic provider for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your favorite thing(s)?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophie, movies, Coffee Heath Bar crunch ice cream, summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't remember it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your dream/goal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be successful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The room you're in?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The front lobby of work. It is FREEZING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Your hobby?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guitar hero =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Your fear?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married and a bebe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Where were you last night?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan Richins birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What you're not?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patient, short, overly nice. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. One of your wish-list items?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A beach cruiser bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Where you grew up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spanish Fork &amp;amp; Clinton, UT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. The last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carls Junior that my Dad brought me to work yesterday at noon. It has almost been 24 hours since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A black long sleeve, jeans and my cutie hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Your TV?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hasn't been used by me in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Your pet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the love of my life. Oh cute witto Sophie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Your computer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sucks. Thanks Windows Vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Your mood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired, bored, starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Missing someone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg, Manda, Ross, My grammy and grampy, and I haven't seen Sophie in about 12 hours so I miss her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Something you're not wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Favorite store?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bebe, Bastille, and you can never forget Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Your Summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FANTASTIC! Wish it was still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Love someone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family and friends. And Sophie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black. Don't tell me it's not a color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning at the crack of dawn talking to Chase's mom. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea. Ha how funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I mentioned above, I am about 2 seconds away from coloring my hair... This is the coloring I am contemplating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266331332555748354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRXEcdp-tAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MFnXtpryzQM/s400/AshleeSimpsonSignsNewCDWalMartDtUkU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really think I am going to go for it... so tell me what you think! CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-2244709621049934238?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/2244709621049934238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/2244709621049934238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/2244709621049934238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRXEcdp-tAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MFnXtpryzQM/s72-c/AshleeSimpsonSignsNewCDWalMartDtUkU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-7230341612911523678</id><published>2008-11-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACKOUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRTGFTiWDsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yJezEkOSWAA/s1600-h/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266051658748923586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRTGFTiWDsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yJezEkOSWAA/s400/DSCN0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GO UTES! Last night me and Chaser went to the Utah vs. TCU game. It has been getting pretty cold lately so I knew we were going to freeze our tooshies off. On our way there Chase stopped and bought us some gloves to keep our fingers warm. We were all bundled up, but I don't think we could have anticipated just how cold it was going to be. We sat on the 15th row in the student section (which are bleachers) and we didn't sit down the whole time! I had no idea it was going to be as cold as it was! Utah was down the whole game and by the fourth quarter and no action since the first, I was starting to lose faith in the boys. But sure enough, the Utes held up their last minute win reputation, and all thanks to the terrible TCU kicker (who missed 2 field goals in a row from MAYBE the 30 yard line) Utah pulled ahead with a touchdown right at the last second. I could not believe how crazy the whole crowd went. Sitting in the student section is always more fun because the crowd is a little more into it. We were jumping and screaming and cheering, and the last quarter was definitely alot more warm than the first! It was such a good game, and I am so happy my Chaser took me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My trip to New Mexico got pushed to Sunday... so I've still got 2 more days in the cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-7230341612911523678?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/7230341612911523678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/blackout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7230341612911523678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/7230341612911523678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/blackout.html' title='BLACKOUT!'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRTGFTiWDsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yJezEkOSWAA/s72-c/DSCN0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-4290270792819164214</id><published>2008-11-04T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to the Picky Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were a bum, (a literal bum, with no home, or clothes, or a bed, or food) I would be willing to accept anything that I was offered. Today, Ashlee and I went to lunch at Lorenas. For those of you who don't know what Lorenas is, it is the best mexican food this side of the equator, and also the second love of my life. Sophie obviously being my first. The meals at Lorenas are extremely big, and Ashlee has alot left over. So she put it in a to-go box, and off we went to run errands. We went to Trolley Square, and ash dropped off her resume to a few places, and as we were pulling out of the parking lot, there was a homeless man standing on the corner with a cardboard sign that read: 'Homeless, hungry, cold. Anything helps.' So I said, "Ashlee! Why don't you give your Lorenas to this sad hungry toothless man?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh yes of course I should!" She replied. So she flipped around and pulled up right next to him. She rolled down her window and said, "Here you go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is it?" He said with distain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's food." She offered selflessly. He opened the box sniffed it, looked at it, looked at her, looked at me in the passenger seat, paused for a second then said... "Uh.... No thanks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you flipping believe that! A homeless man turned down a box of steaming hot delicious mexican food from two young girls! What has this world come to? Ha. Ingrates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe the snow. Ugh. SO depressing. But fun too! I can't wait for winter activities. And that you all for your applications for my winter time partner. I have looked them over, and will be filling the position this week or the next. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Alece told me that she loves to read my blog, but she likes to see pictures, so now I guess I will fill up some space with random pictures. Some recent, some not so recent. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264946104378844114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDYlkkT49I/AAAAAAAAAHg/nNZ7YhazvSY/s400/DSCN0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my darling Chase.  He is my snuggle bear. =] He is also my bosses son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264946545310298082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDY_PKj7-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ToZXhJ3uVnw/s400/Party_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is me and my friend Mallorie and some random who jumped in the picture at my friend Lex's birthday party. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264946803464920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDZOQ3a3gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9bBxA4RYuvQ/s400/Party_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the Wife of course. =] How could you turn down food from us?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264947076917177090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDZeLjhKwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bGmsCbH55_c/s400/crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The HILLACIOUS grandkids. Can you find me? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264947296331693426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDZq88A_XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UAKRroX9fmA/s400/me+and+lynds.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Lynds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264947636643141666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDZ-wslmCI/AAAAAAAAAII/wo7P_NjT40o/s400/DSCN0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264947866292244786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDaMINM0TI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LkZyJ3kT-Lw/s400/DSCN0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My old friends Justin and Spenc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-4290270792819164214?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/4290270792819164214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/salute-to-picky-homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4290270792819164214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4290270792819164214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/11/salute-to-picky-homeless.html' title='Salute to the Picky Homeless'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzLY1HM_zdU/SRDYlkkT49I/AAAAAAAAAHg/nNZ7YhazvSY/s72-c/DSCN0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-5556264631337774703</id><published>2008-10-30T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>The Lodestar of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is like the Polar Star. In a changing world, it is a constant. It is something that, when sincere, never moves. It is the very essence of the teachings of Christ. It is the security of the home. It is the safeguard of community life. It is a beacon of hope in a world of distress."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        -Gordon B. Hinckley, Standing for Something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-5556264631337774703?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/5556264631337774703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/lodestar-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5556264631337774703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/5556264631337774703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/lodestar-of-life.html' title='The Lodestar of Life'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-4365380044039927354</id><published>2008-10-27T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consequence of Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My rhyme ain't good just yet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brain and tongue just met,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And they ain't friends, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so far,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My words don't travel far,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They tangle in my hair,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And tend to go nowhere,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They grow right back inside,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right past my brain and eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Into my stomach juice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where they don't serve much use,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No healthy calories,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nutrition values.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I absorb back in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The words right through my skin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They sit there festering inside my bowels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The consonants and vowels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The consequence of sounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got a soundtrack in my mind,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kids-Screamin' from too much beat up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And they don't even rhyme,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They just stand there, on a street corner,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Skin tucked in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And meat side out and shot,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'd like to turn them down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But there ain't no knob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Run into picket fences&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not into picket lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All this hippie stuff is for the 60's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a cliche for our time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But a one of these days your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will just stop ticking,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you know that the gravedigger's still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gettin' stuck in the machine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even tough it's a whole other daydream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's another town it's another world,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where the kids are asleep, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;where the loans are paid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the lawns are mowed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whad'ya think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the gravediggers were gone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just cause one song is done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's always another one,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting right around the bend,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till this one ends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it begins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Squeaky clean, then it starts all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The weather report keeps on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tossing and turning,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Predicting and warning,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And warning and warning of,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Possible leakage from news publications and,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Possible leakage from news TV stations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That very same morning right next to my coffee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;National Geographic was being too graphic,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When all I had wanted to know was the traffic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The worlds got a nosebleed" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it said &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"And we're flooding but we keep on cutting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The trees and the forests!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The world that has made us can no longer contain us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And profits are empty then rotting away 'cause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The consonants and vowels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The consequence of sounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-4365380044039927354?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/4365380044039927354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/consequence-of-sound.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4365380044039927354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/4365380044039927354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/consequence-of-sound.html' title='The Consequence of Sound'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-6572624607198177250</id><published>2008-10-26T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In-er-sun</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I have been blogging so much. I guess I just feel like writing all the time, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was good today. It was the primary program today, and Kenlie did such a good job. She is so cute, and I love her so much. My mom gave the lesson today in YW, and she also did such a good job. I think her lesson was so important especially to the young women today. She talked about the story of the ugly duckling, and pointed out that he was not the outcast because he was necessarily ugly, but because he was different. Because his feathers were gray instead of yellow, and his neck was a bit longer than the other ducklings. After time had passed he began to grow and develope into a beautiful swan, and was no longer thought of as the "ugly duckling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society puts so much pressure on girls these days to be more thin and pretty. Every where you go, there is someone or something telling or showing you how you need to look dress and act. It leaves no room for difference, or accepting of something that is a change from what they think perfect is. It is sad how vain our world has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom talked about loving yourself. And having self confidence in your own skills, abilities, talents, and personal appearance. She talked about how you can't serve and love other people until you know how to love yourself. I think that concept can also be turned around. People can't fully love, respect and appreciate you, unless you can love and appreciate yourself. Even though my moms class was extremely uncooperative, and unresponsive, I think she did a very good job teaching the lesson. It was an important one for girls of that age to hear. If I could give my little sisters one piece of advice as they grow up, it would be to love themselves for who they know they are and who they want to be, and to never lower or change their standards to please anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the 2 most amazing little sisters on this earth. Rylie is so sensitive to other people's feelings and so fun to be around. She has such a bright personality and she can make you laugh at anytime. I think Rylie has more self confidence than most 14 year old girls I have ever met. She is who she is, and doesn't care much about what other people think about her. She is so willing to help around the house with chores and extra things, and is such a close friend to me, that I feel like I can confide anything in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenlie is my ray of sunshine. She is one of the biggest examples to me in my life. She is always so positive. I can't express to you what a positive influence she is to me in my life. She cares so much about everyone around her and would do anything to help anyone out. She has so much love inside her and not enough time to give it all out. She is the most unselfish little girl I have ever met with such a strong testimony. I have never met a little girl who is more willing to give and help with such a positive attitude. I think most people in my life could take a lesson from Kenlie on how to love your friends and family. She is such a good example to everyone around her and I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my two little sisters can always remember who they are. It is so hard to grow up and it gets harder everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda leaves tomorrow to go back to Oregon. I am so sad! She is my best friend. She is like my crutch. I feel like me and amanda go through the same things in life at the same time. I am so sad that she is leaving, I feel like my rock is being taken away from me. She is also such a positive influence on me. But she will be back. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, Justin came over and I just have to share this picture. Justin thinks a mustache is the in style facial hair trend right now.... (no one dares tell him that it's not.) He just hasn't got it long enough yet to where is significantly pops out and catches your eye. So.... we painted over it with mascara. You would have though it was Christmas morning for the kid. Talk about love for yourself, I don't think he has been that happy with his appearance ever. Ha! Funny boy. So here is the picture of me and Justin, his pervert mustache, and our love child Sophie. (yes, justin loves Soph almost as much as I do.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v698/lippystix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=family.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v698/lippystix/family.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-6572624607198177250?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/6572624607198177250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-er-sun.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6572624607198177250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6572624607198177250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-er-sun.html' title='In-er-sun'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-8118480960248300769</id><published>2008-10-23T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Some say they think it's right for people to be happy. That in fact they should be happy. Well, some do find a reason for happiness from the set of possibilities provided by current reality. Others see a potential happinessfrom the set of possibilities that are not yet provided by reality. The first group is lucky, I guess.Such folk say to the second group, "You are unrealistic." And, "You should be happy." The second group helplessly shrugs.They detest the first group. The second group changes the world. Happiness is so much more meaningful when you know what the world is like without it. How can you feel warm when you have never been cold? How can you feel full when you have never felt hunger? So how can you know what it looks like when the sun rises if you have been living in darkness your whole life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happiness" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;For a long time i think i meandered through mediocracy. I was ok with the glass not being full or empty. In the middle was just ok for me. And just ok was sufficient. I don't know why it changed. I don't know why I feel different. I don't know why I can look at the sun and even though I know it will rise everymorning, i can appreciate it even still. I am grateful to the people in my life who want to make me a better person. I am grateful for the people who want to see me with my glass half full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I found this website while I was searching for quotes. I thought it was pretty interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://help.com/post/199270-i-noticed-everyone-belonging-to-th"&gt;http://help.com/post/199270-i-noticed-everyone-belonging-to-th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was pretty funny. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. For the first time in a long time. I am happy. =] I don't know why, but I don't really care. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way will be lighter, the worries will be fewer, the confrontations will be less difficult if we cultivate a spirit of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldscompanion.org/index.php?op=quotes&amp;amp;author=8"&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/a&gt; - Oct. Conf 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-8118480960248300769?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/8118480960248300769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/8118480960248300769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/8118480960248300769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-happiness.html' title='Ode to Happiness'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-6240143532774227971</id><published>2008-10-22T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Grateful I am.</title><content type='html'>My earlier post about how no one knows me, I think came across wrong. Maybe it was just the downer mood I was in, or something else... I don't know. But I have the most awesome people in my life. I think that sometimes i take for granted how many things in my life are such huge blessings. So thank you, Lynds, and Linds, and Debbie for helping me to remember. So now, I am going to take a minute and list all of the things that I am most grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rylie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My extended family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(namely Manda, Kyle, Ash.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My old friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Their mothers =])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A house to live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A car to drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patience and Understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repentance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lessons I have learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The places I have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long length jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flat shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who are different than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Integrity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tough love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fruit and Veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason's Deli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The people who make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Namely the shins for keeping me from going insane.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-6240143532774227971?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/6240143532774227971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-grateful-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6240143532774227971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/6240143532774227971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-grateful-i-am.html' title='How Grateful I am.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197133244257676772.post-3743304646625637789</id><published>2008-10-21T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Sailor.</title><content type='html'>The gutter may profess its love,&lt;br /&gt;Then follow it with hesitation,&lt;br /&gt;But there are just so many of&lt;br /&gt;You out there for rent&lt;br /&gt;A stronger girl would shake this off in flight,&lt;br /&gt;And never give it more than a frowning hour,&lt;br /&gt;But i have let my heart decide,Loss has conquered me,&lt;br /&gt;You've won one too many fights,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing many hats every time,&lt;br /&gt;But you wont win here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You've made it through the direst of straits alright,&lt;br /&gt;Can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting?&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed an ounce in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot lecture you,&lt;br /&gt;And does anything I say seem relevant at all?&lt;br /&gt;You've been at the helm since you were just five,&lt;br /&gt;While I cannot claim to be more than a passenger,&lt;br /&gt;But, you've won one too many fights,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing all of your clothes at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times end tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, sail her, don't sink her,&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment or two from now,&lt;br /&gt;Not a mind will retain even a trace,&lt;br /&gt;Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell&lt;br /&gt;And how our stack of cards just fell,&lt;br /&gt;So settle this once and for all,&lt;br /&gt;The light no longer shows the cracks around my door,&lt;br /&gt;And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You are not some saint who's above,&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone a stroll through the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;You've got so much more to dream of,&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, sail her, don't sink her,&lt;br /&gt;This time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197133244257676772-3743304646625637789?l=meganandchase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/feeds/3743304646625637789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sailor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3743304646625637789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197133244257676772/posts/default/3743304646625637789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganandchase.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sailor.html' title='I am a Sailor.'/><author><name>Meg and Chase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775518909018069210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjWKa-uZNys/SWaLopwHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WbZ6BVAFJiw/S220/bloggy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
