<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:18:16.497-07:00</updated><category term='moving on'/><category term='women'/><category term='lemonade'/><category term='easter'/><category term='amusement park accidents'/><title type='text'>Can you follow my thoughts?</title><subtitle type='html'>Because apparently it is very hard.  It is also hard to follow my speech.  My hope is that this blog will give people a little bit of insight into how my mind works (very spatially).  Enjoy!  And comment if you visit, so I know who is leaving love!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1870834520687593172</id><published>2008-04-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:41:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>check out our&lt;a href="http://nadaletfam.blogspot.com"&gt; new blog...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting here anymore, so check there to keep updated on my life (and Matt's too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1870834520687593172?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1870834520687593172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1870834520687593172&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1870834520687593172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1870834520687593172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7998680700316491716</id><published>2008-02-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:20.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>I just remembered that I never posted my story about Matt's bachelor party.  So anyways, I had been in on the thing for a long time, Kenny was taking him paintballing.  All of his groomsmen (minus my bro, stupid baseball. haha jk davis) were going.  So the night before, I had this crazy dream that all of these girls kept showing up.  and I wasn't allowed to be there.  But finally I started yelling and throwing a fit.  I believe I was yelling "Girls can't go to a bachelor party unless they are stripping, and he isn't having any strippers.  auughhghh"  haha  I remember flailing around.  I woke up in a sweat and then just laughed.  Ironically, 2 girls ended up going to his bachelor party at the end (I was livid) and they weren't stripping.  They mostly went because they played pool at one girl's house.  But yeah, so Lindsey and I were talking the next night.  And apparently I was really flailing around and yelling, because I woke her up (which is like impossible) and made her think there was an earthquake.  Oh top bunks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at day 10 in the wedding countdown.  It's so close I can taste it.  Yet, I still don't feel like I'm a bride.  Everything just feels normal.  But everyone keeps commenting that I'm not stressed out or crazy bridezilla, so that's good.  Hopefully I can keep it calm for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few picture to get you through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WXMGWoTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/liXRpbv0pzE/s1600-h/shower4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WXMGWoTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/liXRpbv0pzE/s400/shower4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171705981224635634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Em and Katie at the shower up North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WW8GWoTOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xNmpZ3AZW1Y/s1600-h/shower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WW8GWoTOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xNmpZ3AZW1Y/s400/shower+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171705706346728674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my rehearsal ribbon bouquet and boa!&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/15051627-7998680700316491716?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7998680700316491716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7998680700316491716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7998680700316491716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7998680700316491716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WXMGWoTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/liXRpbv0pzE/s72-c/shower4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-4551063912967384393</id><published>2008-02-07T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:22.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too long!</title><content type='html'>So basically, Christmas came and I got busy.  And haven't had a chance to post in over a month. On the bright side, I will show some pictures of what is keeping me busy!  A few days before Christmas, Emily and I planned a trip to the Zoo to feed the giraffes.  Papa set this up for us for Dan's birthday about 12 years ago.  We thought it would be a fun way to remember him and something he would enjoy watching us do from above.  Mama and Claire got each "family" (new and old) an animal ornament, by which we can remember the day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s2ZG2811I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E9icjLpZkew/s1600-h/xmas07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s2ZG2811I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E9icjLpZkew/s320/xmas07+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164281202676127570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, a few weeks before, we went on a trip to Disneyland with my parents for the day. This was a memorable day indeed.  Just ask my Dad about dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEoW2819I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fDbrr3bIMF4/s1600-h/random+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEoW2819I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fDbrr3bIMF4/s400/random+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296857831921618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEp2281-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2zj-AjT09Jc/s1600-h/random+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEp2281-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2zj-AjT09Jc/s400/random+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296883601725410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Christmas as a Koenig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEqG281_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/arcYAmKl6u0/s1600-h/random+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEqG281_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/arcYAmKl6u0/s400/random+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296887896692722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davis looks redic. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And while we were up North, Joel took our engagement pictures.  They are all so wonderful!  To check out the whole slideshow, visit www.clients.joelflory.com/mattandmegan Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9JG2814I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hUyWms--L9s/s1600-h/MMENG0132E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9JG2814I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hUyWms--L9s/s400/MMENG0132E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288624379615106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9J22815I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wskPeU2qy44/s1600-h/MMENG0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9J22815I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wskPeU2qy44/s400/MMENG0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288637264517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9LG2816I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ByRtd1H0yro/s1600-h/MMENG0477E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9LG2816I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ByRtd1H0yro/s400/MMENG0477E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288658739353506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9M22817I/AAAAAAAAAFU/edKoJ7XnC7M/s1600-h/MMENG0512E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9M22817I/AAAAAAAAAFU/edKoJ7XnC7M/s400/MMENG0512E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288688804124594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9N22818I/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-fxiw7ZcKs/s1600-h/MMENG0757E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9N22818I/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-fxiw7ZcKs/s400/MMENG0757E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288705983993794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing... another couple has joined us in the ranks of the engaged, as of Superbowl Sunday.... the best halftime show ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFcm282AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ODgHPt-bxVk/s1600-h/engaged+couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFcm282AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ODgHPt-bxVk/s400/engaged+couples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164297755480086530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_b6I0CRuwc/s1600-h/n1404300063_30014647_5103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_b6I0CRuwc/s400/n1404300063_30014647_5103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164297759775053842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HhnQ-AGd5XQ/s1600-h/blomg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HhnQ-AGd5XQ/s400/blomg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164297759775053858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I am done posting pictures, as I am sure you are tired of looking at them!  Hopefully I will post again with a funny story about Matt's bachelor party, if I remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-4551063912967384393?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/4551063912967384393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=4551063912967384393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4551063912967384393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4551063912967384393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-too-long.html' title='Way too long!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s2ZG2811I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E9icjLpZkew/s72-c/xmas07+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2281291741809018199</id><published>2007-12-19T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:01:15.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so it has been a month and a half since I posted</title><content type='html'>It probably has something to do with the fact that my life has been really busy.  Wedding plans were driving me crazy for awhile,  and holidays are always hectic.  My apologies to any devoted readers (I do not think there are many of you, so it is okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is tomorrow.  Well, Christmas with the Nadalets, that is.  We are having turkey dinner and opening gifts.  I am pretty excited about it.  But trying to keep out any preconceived notions of Christmas out.  My family is rampant with traditions, way more than the average family. So anything less than that is hard for me.  But I know these changes are a good thing, as Matthew and I make our new life together.  Next year we plan on starting our own  traditions, it will be easier once we are living together.  So, tomorrow will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we may have found an apartment. I mean, this place is great and only 850 a month, near downtown Redlands.  Two bedrooms and two bathrooms.  But a dozen people have seen the place already, so we have no idea where we stand in the matter.  Please join us in praying that we can get this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always said I love earthquakes. I just think they are cool.  I think I need to make an addendum to that statement.  I love earthquakes that are not life threatening, and not when i am in the top bunk!  haha  Last night there was a tiny earthquake that woke me up.  And I laid in bed thinking, okay was that it, or is there more to come??  Because I know that the aftershocks are worse (I don't think this one was even big enough to have aftershocks).  I had a plan in mind,  if there are more quakes, jump down onto lindsey's bed and wake her up (this would require actually jumping on her and maybe slapping her in the face haha) and then get in the doorway.  If D doesn't get out, then open her door and yell.  Thankfully there  were no more vibrations and I fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if it wasn't bad enough that Britney was a mom, she is now an aunt. &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=ee993dc5-0c02-4111-8395-a2ea50502c3a&amp;amp;entry=index&amp;amp;sid=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;amp;utm_campaign=rss_topstories"&gt; Her 16 year old sister is having a baby.&lt;/a&gt;  Sixteen!  I mean, I was talking to people last weekend about how girls as young as 13 or 14 are getting pregnant now. But it is usually girls from low income families who have not learned about birth control. No one can tell me that Jamie Lynn is low income, and how could she not have learned about birth control.  One good thing, since she has gone public about it, I doubt she will abort it.  Usually people don't make headlines about a baby if they are aborting it.  The article says she plans on raising it.  I think she should give it up for adoption, but who am I to tell her what to do?  If she keeps this baby, I doubt her career will go anywhere.  That or her 16 year old boyfriend will be famous, for being her baby's daddy.  (kevin federline anyone?)  And don't you have to be 18 to have sex, legally?  Just a thought.  (I mean, how do they prosecute that, both were underage and consenting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=ee993dc5-0c02-4111-8395-a2ea50502c3a&amp;amp;entry=index&amp;amp;sid=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;amp;utm_campaign=rss_topstories"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2281291741809018199?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2281291741809018199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2281291741809018199&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2281291741809018199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2281291741809018199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-so-it-has-been-month-and-half.html' title='Yeah so it has been a month and a half since I posted'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6401637876044294502</id><published>2007-10-31T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:22.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found Nemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RyjlCBlSKUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zn_dFOHGJE0/s1600-h/foudn+nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RyjlCBlSKUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zn_dFOHGJE0/s400/foudn+nemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127599998708623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I thought that was rather funny.  Anyways, tonight I will be re-donning the mermaid costume.  Hard to believe, I know.  It has been almost 3 years since I last wore the lovely skirt.  i was trying to find pictures online, but thankfully there are none around, since facebook was after that!  haha  anyways, I have revamped the costume (a few layers of green sequins) and am wearing a green tank top instead of the blue bikini.  For some reason I just did not feel like that was appropriate for Halloween Happenin at the church.  haha  My booth is going to be Toss nemo.  Kids will throw Nemo (and friends) into a fishtank and get candy!  yay!  Maybe more pictures to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6401637876044294502?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6401637876044294502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6401637876044294502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6401637876044294502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6401637876044294502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-found-nemo.html' title='I found Nemo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RyjlCBlSKUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zn_dFOHGJE0/s72-c/foudn+nemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-287655827267001999</id><published>2007-10-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:06:12.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life of Faith</title><content type='html'>That is what my grandfather lived.  Papa was a man that so many people looked to for wisdom and guidance.  And his funeral showed just that.  There were 300 to 400 people at his funeral, and many of them under 50. This is a lot for someone who died at 78.  By the time most older people are buried, only a few of their friends are left, and family.  So they have rather small funerals.  But I think the sheer amount of people that came to give condolences shows the great man that my Papa was. He gave up so much of his time and money to others, that I do not know how he managed to raise such a wonderful family.  It seems like something should have fallen to the wayside, family, friends, work, extra stuff.  But it did not.  Five different people shared about ways that Warren lived his life.   He practically built the Oakland Zoo.  He was on the board at Bethany College for many years. He was dedicated to his work and had more integrity and respect than anyone I know.  He gave up many hours to his church and spent many years teaching a Sunday School class, he let the men in Teen Challenge know that they could change and be a new creation.  But most of all, he loved his family.  He left us a legacy of faith that not many people have.  Three children and their spouses, 7 grandchildren and three fiances, and his beautiful wife.  We all have a faith that is real, a relationship with the Lord that is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service on Monday was a true inspiration.  Papa was a man that lived well.  I want to be able to honor him and live my life that well.  To inspire so many people.  And to touch so many lives.  To hear his nephew cry about how he sent money to get him books for college (with no strings attached) was so incredibly touching.  In a society where we are so stingy with money and want to make ourselves the best, he gave fully to others.  And still provided for his family and had a beautiful house!  i want to know how he balanced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing my Papa did that Matthew and I have been doing for the past year or so is nightly prayer.  Every night we pray before one of us (whoever goes to bed sooner) goes to sleep.  When we get married I plan on continuing that. But also, starting my day with prayer, just as Papa and Mama did.  I know that no matter what was going on, I had at least one prayer going up for me daily.  That is what makes  a marriage work and starts a day off right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-287655827267001999?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/287655827267001999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=287655827267001999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/287655827267001999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/287655827267001999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-of-faith.html' title='A Life of Faith'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1968124839069831417</id><published>2007-10-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:14:00.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love with ebay</title><content type='html'>I have just found the plethora of wedding supplies.  and for less!  tulle, petals, tiaras, you name it!  Many of my bridesmaids have found there dresses there (I am totally down for it, I felt kinda bad because I picked an expensive dress anyways).  But yeah, ebay has vendors with estores, and I can get stuff for so cheap.  I am now excited, because it looks affordable!  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1968124839069831417?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1968124839069831417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1968124839069831417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1968124839069831417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1968124839069831417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-love-with-ebay.html' title='in love with ebay'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-4442033538243244688</id><published>2007-09-28T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:18:18.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>So I am very excited about the new season of the Office.   Matthew and I watched the new episodes with Allison and Monet last night.  The first 2 episodes were great, and elicted lots of great reactions.  WARNING HERE, I will discuss what happened... so stop reading if you haven't watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Michael hit Meredith we all gasped, then rewound the tivo to watch it again.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pam pulled over, hid, and let Jim in the car and they kissed... Allison and I screamed a little shout of joy.  So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of episode 1, Monet said, to make Allison and I upset about the Jim/Jan thing... "Guys, it is not going to work.. What happened to Dawson and Joey (I didn't like them anyways)?  Didn't work out.  What about Buffy and Angel?  didn't work out because he started killing everyone she loved"  Emily eloquently said what I wanted to... check out emilyatwood.com/blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;"Dear NBC/the Office Writers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a fairly new die-hard fan of The Office, I have but one request. Please don’t let Jim and Pam’s relationship suffer the same fate at Dawson and Joey. You see, the following seasons of that show no longer had the necessary plot tension and intrigue to make it interesting. Well, interesting to buy beyond the DVDs beyond season three. I hope to, in the future, be buying a boxed set of The Office DVDs that puts the Friends DVDs to shame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your eternal fan,&lt;br /&gt;Emily"&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/15051627-4442033538243244688?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/4442033538243244688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=4442033538243244688&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4442033538243244688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4442033538243244688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6719482403988828032</id><published>2007-09-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:23.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm engaged</title><content type='html'>For reals this time.  and it feels great!  Many of you want to know the story... so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I were supposed to go to Disneyland last night, so he was picking me up from work at 4.  Around 3 45 he text messages me and says he is running late and it has been "one of those days".  I say okay and for him just to call me when he gets here.  He does, only 5 minutes late,  but looks at me and says "You will not believe this, I lost my Disneyland pass."  I just laughed and told him i had it in my purse, where he left it.  He seemed releived.  But then opened the center console to get his wallet out and realized he left it at home.  At this point I am just kinda laughing and realizing we probably won't make it to disneyland.  About halfway to his house, he says "I am so stressed, today was just terrible, I need to go sit and breathe, we are going to a park."  I agree and just sit in the car and wait for him to calm down as we get to prospect park.  He opens my door and gets me out, where i see the in n out and picnic  things in his toolbox!  that sneaky guy!  I look at  him and say "We aren't going to disneyland, are we?"  He laughs and says no.  As we sit down on the picnic blanket, he gives me a book that he made for me.  It was pictures of us from before we dated, all through our relationship, and the next to last page was pictures of us at prospect park.  I turn the page to read "Megan, will you marry me?"  I look at him and start crying, as he is on one knee with the ring.  Of course I agreed.  After we spent some time together, and finally got to say i love you, we made the phone calls.  Then we showed up at Praxis, right at the end, and I went to the mic and said "I have one more announcement, and it's this..."  and pointed at the ring.  Everyone cheered and was way stoked for us.  Then Mark prayed for us.  All in all, a wonderful day &amp;amp; night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting the camera a few minutes after... so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqFY9bqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Et9ZLLxcixE/s1600-h/mexico+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqFY9bqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Et9ZLLxcixE/s320/mexico+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296584578428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the Ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqlY9brI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QdTn0anLEgc/s1600-h/mexico+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqlY9brI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QdTn0anLEgc/s320/mexico+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296593168363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGr1Y9bsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZTZKWU7t0Vs/s1600-h/mexico+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGr1Y9bsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZTZKWU7t0Vs/s320/mexico+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296614643199682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally uncorking the Champagne&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGsVY9btI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DNhPG9T3WXg/s1600-h/mexico+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGsVY9btI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DNhPG9T3WXg/s320/mexico+258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296623233134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6719482403988828032?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6719482403988828032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6719482403988828032&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6719482403988828032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6719482403988828032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m engaged'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqFY9bqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Et9ZLLxcixE/s72-c/mexico+249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5003526464960656800</id><published>2007-09-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:04:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutsch 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ring Ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello this is the LA Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Die Zeitung?  Hast du die Zeitung auf Deutsch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Um maam do you speak english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein!  Ich bin Deutsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is there anyone in your house the speaks English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein!  Wir komme nach Deutschland und wir sprecht only Deutsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do you under stand me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein.  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You speak a little English Maam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang up the phone.  That was the conversation between me and the lady with the LA Times.  We get almost daily calls from them trying to get us to sign up for the paper.  My new tactic... speak German.  Because you know they will find someone who can speak Spanish to me.  So now I have a new way to treat telemarketers... bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Matthew was around when this happened and could not stop laughing!  Well, he could not stop laughing once I told him what I was saying later. He thought I was talking to my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5003526464960656800?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5003526464960656800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5003526464960656800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5003526464960656800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5003526464960656800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/deutsch-101.html' title='Deutsch 101'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7952129743969583862</id><published>2007-09-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:02:51.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>Now that you opened this, you have to answer completely and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you meet your boyfriend/ girlfriend/husband/wife?&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reduction Night, March 16, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thought that went through your head when you met ?&lt;br /&gt;Um he's Christian, and cute, I should give him my number (I did)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you remember what you or they were wearing?&lt;br /&gt;jeans and a shirt.  I was wearing some shirt about being Irish and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where was the first time you kissed this person?&lt;br /&gt;Um 2 months into our relationship... my apt probably? *matt says at my apt at the of r on the couch by the door... he's better at this than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did they ask you out ( or you ask them out )?&lt;br /&gt;By putting "my amazing bf" into my phone... at Kevin's parents.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you go for your first date?&lt;br /&gt;After we started dating?  Dinner at in n out or route 66...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long did you know this person before you became a couple?&lt;br /&gt;A year and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Has this person ever proposed to you?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you and this person have kids together?&lt;br /&gt;No, we aren't married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever broken the law with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Speeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the first time you realized that you loved this person?&lt;br /&gt;Um, when he dropped me off at the airport in july 2006... well,yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who said I love you first?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you get along with any of the ex's of your boyfriend/girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;I live with one of them.  So fine.  And the other is cool, don't know the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you trust this person 100%?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.You get along with the in-laws?&lt;br /&gt;THey are not inlaws, but yet.  They took us kayaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the best thing this person ever gave you?&lt;br /&gt;So far... happiness and support&lt;br /&gt;but something physical... butterscotch the stuffed puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the most expensive thing this person bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;butterscotch?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is the one thing this person does that gets on your nerves?&lt;br /&gt;um nothing?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the thing you do that gets on their nerves?&lt;br /&gt;i get clingy sometimes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where do you see each other in 15 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;married?  kids?  don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7952129743969583862?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7952129743969583862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7952129743969583862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7952129743969583862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7952129743969583862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6398690996962230185</id><published>2007-09-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:37:42.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing to Vent</title><content type='html'>I am a girl (duh) which means I let things get bottled up for a few hours or days and then need to get them out.  These are the things on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Poverty.  Why do we have so much money in America and yet there are so many poor places that need help.  I want to save up money to paint my truck, but then I think, that 20 dollars a week could be feeding a family of 4 for a month (on the streets). And then do not get me started about other countries... Africa, anyone?  I mean, there is a lot that is being done.  but what are YOU doing?  I am going to look into ways to invest in others.  Whether it is making 500 shoeboxes of Christmas presents for kids in Mexico (that I am organizing) or building a lofthouse in Mexico (going this weekend hopefully) or supporting a child in another country, or doing something right here in the Inland Empire.  I think I am going to contact a shelter and see if they can take a constant canned food donation.  and get people excited.  I hate that wealth is so unequally spread.  (yet there is a part of me that wants a house and a car... I need to find the right balance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Love and Grace.  I know God has it for me, in abundance.  I just cannot figure out how to drink of his Love.  I want to overflow His love to others, but feel like it has all been drained out of me.  I wish God's love was a fruit I could pick, and just eat of it whenever I needed replenishing.  So you can pray for me, that I would listen to God and receive his Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Patience.  I am very anxious about things that are in the near future.  But I know I need to be patient and let things unfold on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  High Schoolers. I am starting to lead a discipleship group with the high school group of Trinity.  Last night was our first meeting and it was lots of fun.  I was with the Seniors, but we do not know if that is going to continue (they may need me with freshman and sophmores).  However, I do not feel much older than them. I mean, I am four years older.  But it does not feel that way.  I always feel very young in comparison to others.  Unless they are acting really immature, the I get really fed up. But I am excited to see what God is going to do this year with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  MIND GAMES.  This is my final thing to rant about.  This one and the first are the only ones that I am really frustrated with.  The other three are just on my mind.  Okay.  Let's stop playing mind games, people.  Do you really have nothing better to do than lie to me about stupid things that do not matter?  And am I to blame for being a caring person and thinking that people would not lie to me?  I  guess so. Pooh pooh on you Megan, way to give people the benefit of the doubt and trust them.  Okay but seriously, stop telling me you are going to be late to something when you are right outside, that's stupid and upsets me.  (at least Matthew, my wonderful boyfriend, knows this angers me and does not do this, thank you Matty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6398690996962230185?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6398690996962230185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6398690996962230185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6398690996962230185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6398690996962230185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/needing-to-vent.html' title='Needing to Vent'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1544598085933629050</id><published>2007-09-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:19:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 random facts</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday! I was tagged by my friend Krista, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their 8 things) and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Random Facts/Habits about Me:&lt;br /&gt;1. This was Krista's last, but creepily I am the same exact way:  I have an obsession with blankets. Whether it is 50 degrees or 90 degrees outside I want a blanket on me. I know, strange.&lt;br /&gt;2. I broke my ankle in February and it is still swollen.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can knit, crochet, and sew/quilt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cooking dinner makes me feel like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I imagine my life as a tv show or movie and can hear the soundtrack playing and visualize things cinematographically.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the show Ace of Cakes and secretly want to open a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm scared of eternity because I cannot understand it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I still sleep with my blanky from when I was a baby and the puppy that Matt got me for Valentines Day (it's wearing a red silk negligee... haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Emily and Elise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1544598085933629050?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1544598085933629050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1544598085933629050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1544598085933629050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1544598085933629050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-random-facts.html' title='8 random facts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7542822059899983000</id><published>2007-09-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:10:35.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin spice latte</title><content type='html'>I had one of those on my way to work on Friday.  As a treat, because I knew I had to be up for 18 hours (oh broomball).  But as I drove to work and sipped on the latte, I felt Fall.  I mean, in Redlands we do not see much of a change in season besides a 10 degree temperature drop.  But tasting the fall-ish drink made me feel all warm inside and like the air was crisp outside.  My favorite fall drink is the caramel apple cider.  However it has no caffiene, so it is no good in the morning!  But I know that when I taste that I will be brought back to the Dublin Starbucks and my first ever discipleship group in high school.  The group was me and Melissa Bowen.  Such a long time ago, so much has changed.  But with each new season comes great and wonderful things.  And some crappy things.  But it's all about the... Seasons of Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7542822059899983000?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7542822059899983000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7542822059899983000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7542822059899983000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7542822059899983000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/pumpkin-spice-latte.html' title='pumpkin spice latte'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-593779631587620126</id><published>2007-09-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:49:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year</title><content type='html'>and two days.  (or three if you go by day of the week and not date of the year).  That is how long Matthew and I have been together.  A huge feat for me as my last relationship lasted 3 months.  I took the day off work, as did he, so we could spend the day together.  He had a whole day and night planned with Disneyland all day and then a really nice dinner... BUT it would our first week back on campus with praxis and so Mark really wanted us there.  So we just kinda spent the day lounging around together.  Had a great breakfast at Mimi's, rented a movie, and then a late lunch at Elephant Bar.  We also put major plans on hold because we are trying to save money.  But all in all, it was a good day and I am so happy to have Matthew in my life.  He is wonderful and amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-593779631587620126?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/593779631587620126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=593779631587620126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/593779631587620126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/593779631587620126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-year.html' title='One year'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6209163131557310732</id><published>2007-09-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:54:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been on campus at the U of R all week.  Yes, I am that kid.  That does not leave college. BUT... I have a purpose.  And a reason for being on campus a lot.  Some of us at Praxis have decided to be a lot more purposeful with how we are on campus and want to make an impact.  Even though I am no longer a student, my heart still goes out to college students.  So we have been giving out otter pops just so that people get to know us and realize we are not a cult.  (I actually said that on Sunday.  "Um so what is this praxis?"  me- "well we are not a cult (big sign of relief from the girl) we are the college ministry of trinity church"  "Ooohh"  haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today would be my first day of classes back at the U.  Last semester I showed up 30 minutes late for a class because I read the schedule wrong. oh well.  At least the teacher and I are tight.  haha  But my heart is still confused.  It wants to go to class.  I want to be sitting in with 20 other students and learning.  But I am stuck in an office working.  17 years of professional learning and now it is over.  I  will have to find other ways to learn (msn news and cnn are great!).  my goal for the year is to look at a person and figure out how much electricity they use.  So I can split up bills fairly.  Because many people waste electricity.  (I am guilty sometimes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6209163131557310732?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6209163131557310732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6209163131557310732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6209163131557310732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6209163131557310732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-been-on-campus-at-u-of-r-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1375552790347780409</id><published>2007-08-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:08:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a student</title><content type='html'>After 17 years of school.  I am no longer a student. (until a year or so from now).  It sunk in last night.  Some of us from Praxis went to the U of R to pray for the school and I realized it was freshmen move in day.  Exactly 4 years to the day had gone by since I started college.  I saw all of the freshies walking down ad hill after screaming the Och Tamale.  Then as I approached the Chapel I saw all of the tables from dinenr being taken down.  It is a dinner with your freshman seminar and your parents.  It was just surreal that I am not going there anymore.   I called my dad and we got a little nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Lisa.  The girl who I met 4 years ago to the day and who has become a great friend.  We talked about how much things had changed and how much we have all grown up.  Looking back at that first day, I remember feeling anxious.  I liked my roommates and hoped they liked me.  And a little sad that my parents were leaving.  And I met people who would change my life.  Lisa and I thought we would be closer to Kell in the end, but really, it is Lisa and I who bonded and will continue to keep in touch.  We do not talk all that often.  But our weekly phoen calls keep us up to date, and I love hearing about her busy life.  (she really is in the real world, being staffed at a huge company).  Last night we talked about things such as health insurance, other benefits, and 401K plans.  Something I had no idea about 4 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this all goes to say it is weird to be done with school.  But I am so glad I had this amazing experience.  AND I think I will get to see some old friends come October for Centennial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1375552790347780409?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1375552790347780409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1375552790347780409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1375552790347780409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1375552790347780409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-longer-student.html' title='No longer a student'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6928538462300178971</id><published>2007-08-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:42:20.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sore</title><content type='html'>that is what I am.  Kayaking is rough stuff.  Matt and I went to Belmont shores with his family on Saturday.  It was a very trying experience both physically and emotionally.  I am so used to family vacations with my family that anything else is weird.  And I think I am one of those kids who gets all cranky when the routine is changed.  (I nannyed a kid like that).  Because I was all cranky and I could not figure out why.  (well pms could have been a minor factor).  But I am used to the laid back hang loose style of my dad, and Matt's fam is not like that.  It is not bad or good, it just is.  So I needed to get used to not splashing people.  Whereas with my dad, he would have been the one trying to tip people's kayaks over.  Althought the girls did get into the spirit when they brought a water gun (I thought it was funny) and I finally splashed them enough (Matt let's go faster, I need to get Caity) that they were allowed to splash back.  haha  It was fun though.  And I got a major workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt also learned what happens when we make Megan do things she does not want to do.  He made me play ultimate and got rammed into by my head.  Needless to say he was shocked, and I got a good laugh out of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized this weekend that I need to be a)more patient and b)more vocal in expressing my hurts. Like I had a few people hurt me this weekend, when I actually talked to them about it, it made it a lot better.  I like to be non-confrontational so that I do not create waves. However I also like to create drama and get it all out.  I am either too shy or way too much of a bitch.  There is this part of me that just wants to yell at some people and call them out and go crazy on them.  But I bite my tongue.  For the most part.  Then I make some underhanded remark, which Matt inevitable hears and tells me to be more Christlike.  Last night my response to that was that Jesus called people out on stuff.  Matt pointed out that Jesus was perfect.  Eh, minor details.  haha  So I am trying to understand why people are the way they are and what that means for me.  Matt says I need to be the bigger person.  I know I do.  It is just frustrating, because I just want to smack people and get them to see what they are doing to themselves and others.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is killing me.  It is never clean.  Maybe that will change.  Maybe I just need to accept it and move on... ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6928538462300178971?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6928538462300178971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6928538462300178971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6928538462300178971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6928538462300178971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-sore.html' title='so sore'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2499723200307060239</id><published>2007-07-20T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:32:03.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is a many splendored thing (yes), it lifts us up where we belong(correct, it can),  All we need is love(wrongo)."  Hold the phone.  that is wrong.  Love in itself is not all we need.  We need Jesus and his love.  Otherwise we would die forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the point of this blog. Love is overused.  It is a sacred word that so many people throw around like sliced bread.  (I don't know how you throw around sliced bread, but you get my drift).  But people, that gushy feeling in your stomach, that makes you want to kiss your significant other.  That, my friends, is not love.  That is lust.  Or infatuation.  Love is not just a feeling.  It is an action.  How you treat someone.  Granted.  The way you treat them and how they treat you will bring up feelings of tenderness and affection.  But that is not all that love is.  I am just tired of hearing people say they are in love after dating for 2 months.  Is that a long enough time?  Do you really want to go around saying you love people that you are not married to (in that passionate romantic way)?  Will that not take away from your marriage?   Kind of like why I am against having sex before marriage.  That and that whole sex being God-designed for marriage thing.  Anyways, I know I need to change my attitude, because my friends are not going to stop saying they love each other.  (I'm okay with saying you love your friends in a friendship way, it is the marriage and relationship one that I think is overused).  That is pretty much all I wanted to say, let's put the sacredness back into love.  If you have any opinions on the matter, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2499723200307060239?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2499723200307060239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2499723200307060239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2499723200307060239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2499723200307060239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-many-splendored-thing-yes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2128058976989480139</id><published>2007-07-10T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:23.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Emily send me this photo of a cute little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RpPK7IEVCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4j6yzh8OAnc/s1600-h/0,,5561546,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RpPK7IEVCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4j6yzh8OAnc/s320/0,,5561546,00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085631521358153730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is adorable, Matt (West, the fiance, not the boyfriend) thinks it is ugly.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2128058976989480139?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2128058976989480139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2128058976989480139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2128058976989480139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2128058976989480139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-emily-send-me-this-photo-of-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RpPK7IEVCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4j6yzh8OAnc/s72-c/0,,5561546,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6461844849379658720</id><published>2007-07-06T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:07:58.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>car wrecker</title><content type='html'>That is my Dad's new nickname for me.  Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my stupid apartment complex gave us three spots instead of two.  if only the uncovered parking spots were more than 2 feet wide.  If only I hadn't gotten a littl too close to that pole.  if only I remembered that even once you clear the sideview mirror, you still have a bumper to get past the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I finally told my Dad about the dent.  (Dad, it's been 2 weeks, I was a little wary of letting you know). And he is just making jokes about it now.  Probably because he is giving me the pink slip on monday and knows I have to pay to fix it myself.  Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have a boyfriend with connections to a dealership (um 100 bucks to fix the dent) who also happens to paint cars for a living.  How sweet life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to repaint the whole truck (it will set me back about 200 dollars) and then sell it.  It is a 2000, so I can get about 6 thousand for it.  Anyone looking for a wonderful Dodge Dakota?  I want a sporty car that gets good gas mileage (is that possible), that I can get for under 6, so I do not have to pay off any loans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6461844849379658720?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6461844849379658720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6461844849379658720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6461844849379658720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6461844849379658720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/07/car-wrecker.html' title='car wrecker'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-8100043729345962489</id><published>2007-06-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:23.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemonade'/><title type='text'>lemonade</title><content type='html'>Remember those days of selling lemonade in your front yard?  Emliy and Davis and I (and sometimes neighborhood friends) can look back fondly on those days. With a lemon tree in the front yard, we always knew we could make a quick buck by selling some lemonade.  One of my favorite memories is when the firefighters stopped by, they had just put out a fire and were thirsty, so they stopped by our stand.  We gave them big servings with lots of ice, because we were in awe that a real fire truck had stopped in front of OUR house for lemonade.  One of our neighbors ran down the street with freshly made jam (we are talking so fresh she had to wear oven mitts to carry it down the street) for them.  They gave us a five as they left and we were shocked.  That day of childhood wonder will always remain dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember using 10 or 12 ounce paper cups and selling the lemonade in them for about 25 cents.  Apparently those days are long gone.  I saw some girls, about twelve years old, selling "crystal light and soda" outside their house the other day. I pulled over to get some and realized they were charging a dollar.  Seriously?  A whole dollar?  It was good if we made a few of those in a day.  But by pulling over I had committed and did not want to leave without buying some.  So I got a up of Crystal Light.  When they handed me the cup I was shocked, there was about 6 ounces in that little plastic cup.  I swallowed it in a matter of seconds. At least it was cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject.  I was looking through Magnum's photos that changed the world and came across a feature on Taiwanese brides.  What is interesting about these brides is that they have these things called wedding albums.  They will take hundreds of pictures in multiple wedding dresses, with their fiances, months before the wedding.  They then create and album for the house and have great pictures to show off at the wedding.  But the biggest thing is a HUGE picture above the couples' marriage bed.  These photos become and obsession and parents will spend thousands so that their daughter will have the best album.  In this collection of photos, I found this intersting picture.  Which showcases another aspect of Taiwanese weddings, the city will put on group weddings so multiple people can get married at once.  Weird, right?  Well they spent all of their money on pictures, so they cannot pay for a wedding! haha  But this picture is a bride who is seasick on her group wedding aboard a boat.  How sad.  I am not sure who took the picture, but it check out &lt;a href="http://todayspictures.slate.com/20070619/?GT1=10135"&gt;Magnum photos&lt;/a&gt;.  Here is the one I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RoKYbYEVB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GI5TJ5_tELU/s1600-h/NYC10478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RoKYbYEVB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GI5TJ5_tELU/s320/NYC10478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080790925711837170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-8100043729345962489?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/8100043729345962489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=8100043729345962489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/8100043729345962489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/8100043729345962489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/lemonade.html' title='lemonade'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RoKYbYEVB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GI5TJ5_tELU/s72-c/NYC10478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2999120175476080118</id><published>2007-06-22T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:25:03.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusement park accidents'/><title type='text'>amusement parks, part 2</title><content type='html'>it is official, the girl's feet were amputated.  a cable whipped up and pulled them off her legs and the ride was broken.  The park employees found her feet and sent them to the hospital with her.  She is undergoing surgery, but no other details will be released, as she is a minor (age 13).  I cannot imagine having my feet ripped off my body.  Breaking an ankle was enough, but to look down and have no feet.  They better have numbed her up real quick.  Hopefully she will make a full recovery, or at least get good prosthetics.  So sad though.  You go to a theme park to have fun with your family and end up with your feet being pulled off of your body.  Tragic.  Puts my life into perspective.  All of a sudden a messy roommate does not seem as bad, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2999120175476080118?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2999120175476080118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2999120175476080118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2999120175476080118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2999120175476080118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/amusement-parks-part-2.html' title='amusement parks, part 2'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2094266610379619830</id><published>2007-06-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:55:59.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amusement park rides</title><content type='html'>Are lethal.  I just heard a story on the radio about a girl who got her feet chopped off on a ride at a Six Flags back east.  So scary. However, I have searched for the article and have not found it.  But I did find a listing of all theme park injuries for the year 2004.  I was happy to find that about 90% were from Carnival or Fair rides.  Which is why I usually stay away from those! I have always been scared of the teetering metal rides at the fair.  It just does not seem safe to have a ride which you can fold up and drive away in a few hours.  i have always been a little wary about rides, but this just ups it for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I heard this from the same radio station that told me yesterday that a woman had fallen into a cement mixer, was poured, and lived.  I thought it was funny, and even shared the story at the bid opening that I was at.  They did not believe me.  That is when I began to doubt this news source(KFROG radio station).  Thankfully, I found the &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007280646,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; today! Let me know what you think about the drunken Russian woman falling into the cement mixer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2094266610379619830?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2094266610379619830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2094266610379619830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2094266610379619830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2094266610379619830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/amusement-park-rides.html' title='amusement park rides'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-9147560691317074063</id><published>2007-06-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tap water</title><content type='html'>I grew up drinking tap water daily.  There was no such thing as a brita filter in my house, or anyone i was related to, for that matter.  Some people in San Leandro had the filtered water in their fridge, but it was mostly for ice and the cold factor.  I loved EBMUD (East Bay Municipal Utilities District) water, apparently it is one of the best quality waters in... umm... everywhere!?  I also drank the water at the University of Redlands.  While it was not fantastic, I was not a sucker who used Brita pitchers and paid high bucks for bottles (unless using debit dollars, because then it was practically free).  But last night I got a nice glass of tap from the bathroom sink, drank about half of it, and then spat out the disgusting taste in my mouth.  Redlands water on this side of town is disgusting.  I am now a Brita user (mostly because D bought a Brita) and I greatly miss San Leandro water.  Stupid Redlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came to visit the bay, and the good tap water, a few weekends ago.  Here are a few pictures.  First is our best impression of a seal face, while watching the seals off of Pier 39.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIAQdJI7I/AAAAAAAAACk/oR7hSg5LG8I/s1600-h/n46000227_30683752_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIAQdJI7I/AAAAAAAAACk/oR7hSg5LG8I/s200/n46000227_30683752_4095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078239592835523506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have a lovely display of taffy love, I still have a few pieces left, which get me through the workday and remind me of my beautiful city by the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIOgdJI8I/AAAAAAAAACs/cneYFNjrdl4/s1600-h/n46000227_30683755_4818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIOgdJI8I/AAAAAAAAACs/cneYFNjrdl4/s200/n46000227_30683755_4818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078239837648659394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly a funny picture of us as we walked down from the presidio viewpoint of the Golden Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIgQdJI9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ExvoJpRJvVM/s1600-h/n46000227_30683777_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIgQdJI9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ExvoJpRJvVM/s320/n46000227_30683777_165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078240142591337426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-9147560691317074063?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/9147560691317074063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=9147560691317074063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9147560691317074063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9147560691317074063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/tap-water.html' title='tap water'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIAQdJI7I/AAAAAAAAACk/oR7hSg5LG8I/s72-c/n46000227_30683752_4095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5737128120492300876</id><published>2007-06-18T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:35:45.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baklava kicks baklabutt...</title><content type='html'>That's right.  Today was my first successful step into the art of Greek cuisine.  Well second, if you count the amazing Greek salad that I made last night, with homemade red wine vinegarette! woo!  After watching Giada in Paradise: Santorini on the Food Network, I decided that I wanted to remember my days in Greece by the food.  So I found some recipes for baklava (actually I combined the one on the show with a few others to create my own), fried cheese (my absolute FAVORITE Greek food of all time, well maybe next to Eva's tsatziki), Greek Salad, Feta and Spinach puffs (the baklava sparked an interest in phyllo dough inspired food), and Tsatziki to finish it off.  The baklava took forever (about 30 minutes to chop the toasted nuts alone) and I was not sure if I would get it right, because I had made my own recipe.  Which is pretty adventurous for a first time with a dish.  But it came out of the oven golden brown (I used my brain and tented foil over it until the last 10 minutes) and crispy.  I poured the sugary sweet and lemony sauce over it and let it set for about 20 minutes.  This whole process was about 2 hours. haha  The girls in my bible study ate it and said it was great!  I served it with some French Vanilla ice cream.  I feel as though I have redeemed my kitchen skills.  While I may not be able to cook chicken, I am able to make some great baklava. Oh and an awesome Greek salad.  And the chicken salad with avocado that I had for dinner was great.  The nice thing about being unmarried is the ability to have a salad and call it dinner.  When I have a husband, a salad will not suffice.  There will need to be red meat and potatoes.  haha not really, but more than just a salad, even if it is very filling.  Guys have it in their minds that salad is not a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other subjects, I saw pirates 3 and was quite dissappointed.  I cannot count the times that I turned to Matt during the movie and made the "what the heck is going on" face.  And the end, which apparently most women do not like was fine.  In fact I liked it because it ended story lines, at least for Will and Elizabeth.  No idea what it will do for Captain Barbosa and Jack though.  And for those who stayed after credits... does this mean the next movie happens 10 years later?  Or are they going to pretend that did not happen?  Because I know this is not the end of the series.  Sadly.  Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5737128120492300876?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5737128120492300876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5737128120492300876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5737128120492300876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5737128120492300876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-baklava-kicks-baklabutt.html' title='My baklava kicks baklabutt...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7027789968143037895</id><published>2007-06-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:48:42.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get bored...</title><content type='html'>Megology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOUTHOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A. Thousand Island.  No, Goddess Dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. In N Out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Olive Garden.  No, Bubba Gumps.  No, Napoli.  Wait, okay too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ask Matt.  haha jk  about 15%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?&lt;br /&gt;A. Taffy!  haha jk that would make me sick after a couple hours.  Probably Salad (lots of variety in salad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pepperoni.  Or honey mustard dressing with bacno and pineapple and ham and noodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;A. Butta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;A. Mac:  Me &amp; Matt (camera on top).  PC:  Salzy.   Work PC:  Blue, should change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A. 3, in  my apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;A. right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What’s your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;A. My bootay.  No, legs.  No, I'm pretty sure it is my eyes!  and my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;A. Wisdom teeth and part of my ankle, replaced with screws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?&lt;br /&gt;A. Smell?  Touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?&lt;br /&gt;A. I had 8 when i first went to the dentist.  Probably like 4 or 5 in my mouth now, but last time one found and filled?  2 years ago (cavities don't go away people, they are filled with metally stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;A. Tried to put the futon up.  didn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;A. probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL[CRAP]OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is love for real?&lt;br /&gt;A. I am pretty sure.  At least, real love is. I'm tired of people confusing love with lust.  ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A. I love my name.  But I wish I got my uniue name that my parents thought of, Leisl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. blue, or pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A. I think I ate ants as a child.  But I never swallowed 15 Barbie doll heads like the guy on Grey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever saved someone’s life?&lt;br /&gt;A. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;A. Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What were you doing last night?&lt;br /&gt;A. Trying to unpack and watching Jeopardy (who knew it repeats at 10?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;A. About 2 years ago, yes. Now, nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000&lt;br /&gt;A. No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. That is a lot of money.  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.  My body is mine. And eventually my husband's.  I don't want the world to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yeah.  That's 1/18th of my college loans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. No way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;A: No pockets on this skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yup.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A: MOstly carpet. The laminate stuff ripples in the bathroom.  ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Stand, although I went through a sitting on the bathroom floor and using no rinse soap and shampoo phase when i was in a cast and couldn't get in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Could you live with roommates?&lt;br /&gt;A: I am. It is really challenging at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A: probably 7 or 8 pairs. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;A: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A: following Jesus.  And a wife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Friend you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;A: the M@.  (Boyfriends are friends too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Matt.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: Matt... I need to get out more. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?&lt;br /&gt;A: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Color?&lt;br /&gt;A: pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?&lt;br /&gt;A: Summer, but may become Spring after a summer in redlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: My Mom and Dad (in Norcal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;A: happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Good Directions by Billy Currington.  And the fax machine next to my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;A. nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;A: Matthew being sick.  Cuz i would have a lot to do at praxis. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: the Bathroom.  Then the closet. The kitchen.  Then work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: eat lunch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: Pirates 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7027789968143037895?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7027789968143037895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7027789968143037895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7027789968143037895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7027789968143037895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-i-get-bored.html' title='When I get bored...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5271519519081475949</id><published>2007-06-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:24.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!!</title><content type='html'>The wonderful and amazing Daniel Medina is now into photography.  Matthew and I were the objects of choice during the Ducks game on Monday night... here are some of the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc65gdJI1I/AAAAAAAAABs/C7p-WN_kYKA/s1600-h/n719911540_104149_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc65gdJI1I/AAAAAAAAABs/C7p-WN_kYKA/s200/n719911540_104149_3320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088264895275858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7DwdJI2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/L-O069_nbKs/s1600-h/n719911540_104159_5572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7DwdJI2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/L-O069_nbKs/s200/n719911540_104159_5572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088440988935010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7LwdJI3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SSxaXWBpmhw/s1600-h/n719911540_104160_5798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7LwdJI3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SSxaXWBpmhw/s200/n719911540_104160_5798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088578427888498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7YAdJI4I/AAAAAAAAACE/L-uzrFYq58g/s1600-h/n719911540_104161_6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7YAdJI4I/AAAAAAAAACE/L-uzrFYq58g/s320/n719911540_104161_6024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088788881286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5271519519081475949?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5271519519081475949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5271519519081475949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5271519519081475949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5271519519081475949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures.html' title='pictures!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc65gdJI1I/AAAAAAAAABs/C7p-WN_kYKA/s72-c/n719911540_104149_3320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1299170141825350856</id><published>2007-06-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in 2.0 hours</title><content type='html'>I will be done with Res Life.  For ever!  So glad!  Well, maybe not forever (I may go crazy and think I miss it and sign up for a job at a NEW school).  But I am done at the u of r at least.  haha  So happy about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have gotten into hockey.  I found myself reading an article about Pronger being suspended from tonight's game (apparently elbows to the face are bad... it's not his fault that his elbows are so much higher than everyone else's) and then texting him about it.  As much as I talk through the game, I actually like watching it.  And live games are so much fun!  Anyone else like hockey?  I know it's not A's baseball.  But it is not our fault that the Sharks are not very good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it is me in front of Fairmont... the end... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RmRC4F0JJnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ooF-qCmIqnc/s1600-h/me++fairmont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RmRC4F0JJnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ooF-qCmIqnc/s400/me++fairmont.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072252611727009394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1299170141825350856?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1299170141825350856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1299170141825350856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1299170141825350856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1299170141825350856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-20-hours.html' title='in 2.0 hours'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RmRC4F0JJnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ooF-qCmIqnc/s72-c/me++fairmont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-323955223652616499</id><published>2007-05-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new computer.  It has cool new thingies.  Like I can make comics.  How to upload them here, I have no idea, but this is a shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rl0Awl0JJmI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOCRnCgHVWI/s1600-h/grad+comic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rl0Awl0JJmI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOCRnCgHVWI/s400/grad+comic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070209590273582690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-323955223652616499?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/323955223652616499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=323955223652616499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/323955223652616499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/323955223652616499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-new-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rl0Awl0JJmI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOCRnCgHVWI/s72-c/grad+comic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6181881333328040685</id><published>2007-05-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:06:59.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky facts about chemistry</title><content type='html'>These are my favorite 3 of the 7 listed "facts" about chemistry in a msn online article.  They are about dating, so each number corresponds to a way that you and your partner would interact or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1. Like go-get-’em types? Look for a long fourth finger. Here’s why: If your date’s &lt;strong&gt;ring finger is longer than his or her index finger&lt;/strong&gt;, it’s an indication that he or she was exposed to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;higher than average amounts of testosterone in the womb&lt;/span&gt;, says Dr. John T. Manning of Rutgers University in his book Digit Ratio. This correlates to a personality which tends to be logical, decisive, and ambitious. If these traits tickle your fancy, stick around. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have this trait.  Is this why I am manly? I refer back to my freshman year nickname of Mangan... and Joe Nervis used to call me Megaman... punk.  But I wonder how true this really is?  Check your ring and index finger to see if you fit this.  Let me know if this is or is not true for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4. Don’t let your married friends weigh in on your love life. Think your hitched pals can help you detect good chemistry with a date? Um, no… &lt;em&gt;Science&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;has revealed that your married friends are clueless when they try to give you dating advice&lt;/em&gt;. In one study, psychologist Frank Bernieri asked 168 subjects to watch video clips of couples and rate how in love they were. Subjects who were in relationships guessed wrong again and again compared to their single peers. So the next time your friend with the rock on her finger waxes poetic on the intricacies of your love life, smile serenely and then get a second opinion. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not sure if I agree with this... my plan was to ask married couples for their advice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5. There’s such a thing as “Pill goggles.” Consider these the first cousin to beer goggles—if you’re taking the birth-control pill, ladies, your taste in men may take a turn. That’s because birth control pills affect women’s hormone levels and to whom they are attracted. In one study, researcher Tony Little showed women different images of men and asked them to make their picks. Results show that women on &lt;strong&gt;birth control pills tended to choose men with more pronounced &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;masculine&lt;/span&gt; features&lt;/strong&gt; than those who weren’t on the Pill. The downside here? These &lt;em&gt;manly traits are linked to high testosterone levels, aggressive behavior, and even higher divorce rates&lt;/em&gt;. So if you’re on the Pill, don’t turn a blind eye to those red flags… your contraception could cloud your judgment and lead you to fall for a less-than-wonderful guy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really makes me laugh that they coined the phrase "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pill goggles&lt;/span&gt;."  This is not something that I learned in human sexuality. However I did learn that when women were menstruating or ovulating they were attracted to more masculine men.  The "scientific" reason for this is that those men would have superior genes and their offspring would be more likely to be successful.  And women are always subconsciously trying to find the best genes for their children.  (see men can shoot out as much sperm as they want, but women have to wait about 9 months for the child.... so men can impregnante whoever they want to get a really good chance of having lots of offspring, but women need to be more selective because they actually have to carry and birth the baby... make any sense at all?)  I have been on birth control for about 3 years, because of acne, but I have not noticed a strong preference for masculine men.  Although, I have never had a thing for skinny guys, my men need to have muscles.  And Matt, well he does have a pronounced jawline which is a strong trait of masculine men... although I do not think he is move aggressive than the next guy, and he will not be getting a divorce.  I need to call him and discuss this new finding of pill goggles with him.  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6181881333328040685?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6181881333328040685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6181881333328040685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6181881333328040685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6181881333328040685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/quirky-facts-about-chemistry.html' title='Quirky facts about chemistry'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5698443381636911947</id><published>2007-05-18T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:09:03.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>Stupid season finale.  I do not think I want to watch the show anymore.  And "Private Practice," what a lame runoff name.  I am so mad at Burke.  For so long he fought for Christina and declared how much he loved her and wanted her to commit, then he leaves her at the altar?  Granted, what he said made sense.  He doens't love her, he loves who he wants her to become.  Although, maybe that is who she is now.  And he left.  HE LEFT!  Jerk.  And then Meredith left Derek?  For so long she was so torn up over him and so hurt, and now it is over?  Stupid show.  Anyone?  Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I read this verse during my bible study today and thought it was good.  (Totally switching from the adulterous and sex filled life that is Grey's).  So today you get a verse instead of a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1:13-16&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed.  As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance.  But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do, for it is written: 'Be holy, because I am holy'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5698443381636911947?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5698443381636911947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5698443381636911947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5698443381636911947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5698443381636911947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-greys-anatomy.html' title='I hate Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5231250591952239305</id><published>2007-05-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt proposed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To Emily that is... her boyfriend Matt. Not mine. This is the mean practical joke that I played for about 5 hours and tricked about 20 people. Oh I love the world of facebook and instant messenger. Although I felt like a jerk once I got tons of congratulations (for the future, you say best wishes to the bride, congrats to the groom). But yes. I did trick some people. But someday, I am pretty sure I will be able to say Matt proposed and be talking about mine. And then life will be confusing, 2 Matts in the family! It is a good thing I call mine Matthew, half of the time. Matt #1 (in order of appearance, only) goes by Matt all the time. Mine can go back and forth. haha But trying to split checks at a restaurant is confusing too. They have to write their full names, because Matt does not suffice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all, I am really excited for Emily. And she tried to tell my mom that her wedding colors would be bright yellow and green. So the dresses could double as A's attire. Mean Emily, very mean. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Picture...  this is an angry baby Megan.  And yes, I look kinda like a boy in this picture.  Deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065553648156223058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rkx2NF0JJlI/AAAAAAAAABU/QP91ScXYZ9k/s320/angry+baby+megan.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/15051627-5231250591952239305?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5231250591952239305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5231250591952239305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5231250591952239305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5231250591952239305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/matt-proposed.html' title='Matt proposed!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rkx2NF0JJlI/AAAAAAAAABU/QP91ScXYZ9k/s72-c/angry+baby+megan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6475967293905718761</id><published>2007-05-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:12:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm graduating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot believe it.  19 days and I can check the "college graduate with a BA" box in surveys.  Wonders never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am moving out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contracts get signed on Friday.  Move in a week after.  Sleep on the floor on airmattresses for a few weeks after that.  (until I go home on June 11th for Jury duty.  haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the top two news feeds for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyone should stop bugging Matt about weddings, and stop pushing him to propose.  Let us take our own time in doing things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6475967293905718761?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6475967293905718761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6475967293905718761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6475967293905718761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6475967293905718761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-graduating-i-really-cannot-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-3057508235142718230</id><published>2007-05-02T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are much better now... I should remember not to post when I am upset! But I did not know what else to do, I wanted to write out a muted version of what was going on in my head.  I ended up calling Sarah, my best friend from high school, now a good friend, and we talked for an hour.  We spent a long time discussing everything in her life before talking about me, and I felt good about it.  I did not feel used or underappreciated, like I did earlier.  Sarah and I talked about how we are similar in the best friends area.  But that people change and their lives move on.  So  it is inevitable that you do not stay best friends forever.  It is just weird because I saw others (Lisa, Kelley, Brenna) stay really close with friends from home, and I never had that.  But I am becoming more okay with that.  I have a bunch of friends who I could call at a moment's notice and they would have my back.   I am okay with that too, I like having different groups of friends and different people to call at different times.  I realized I have one best friend though, Matt.  And that is what he should be, boyfriend and best friend.  If everyone else in the world bailed on me and dissappointed me, I know he is there.  I do like that a lot.  He is wonderful... and here is another picture....  How wonderful is my Matthew?  He will make a good  Dad someday to some lucky kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjkBs21GlpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ea1j69nasC4/s1600-h/eday-bday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjkBs21GlpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ea1j69nasC4/s320/eday-bday+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060077526471579282" 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/15051627-3057508235142718230?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/3057508235142718230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=3057508235142718230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/3057508235142718230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/3057508235142718230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-are-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjkBs21GlpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ea1j69nasC4/s72-c/eday-bday+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5354335170430358786</id><published>2007-05-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am pretty sure that the reason I cannot keep close friends is not them... but me.  I am a screw up.  I do not know why, but basically, I do not have best friends.  I get close to someone for 6 months or so, but then we slowly stop hanging out as much. I am not sure if there is anyone who would call me one of their really close friends (Em you are the exception)... like I can think of 4 or 5 people to include in my wedding party... but who would choose me?  sad to think about.  Em, you are still my maid (or Matron) of honor... whenever i get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  A depressing post needs to end with a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjgqXm1GloI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzajWEKnwr4/s1600-h/eday-bday+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjgqXm1GloI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzajWEKnwr4/s200/eday-bday+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059840766399387266" 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/15051627-5354335170430358786?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5354335170430358786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5354335170430358786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5354335170430358786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5354335170430358786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-i-am-pretty-sure-that-reason-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjgqXm1GloI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzajWEKnwr4/s72-c/eday-bday+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-9036915601219225030</id><published>2007-04-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:46:07.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><title type='text'>the language of women</title><content type='html'>My friend bulletined this on her myspace, I thought it was funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What women really mean:&lt;br /&gt;1.) FINE: This is the word women use to end an argument when they're right, and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means half anhour. Five Minutes is only five minutes if you have just been givenfive more minutes to watch the game before helping around thehouse.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This meanssomething, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "Nothing" usually end with "Fine" (see #1).&lt;br /&gt;4.) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;5.) Loud Sigh: This is not actually a word but a non-verbal statement, often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of "Nothing.")&lt;br /&gt;6.) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. "That's okay" means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Thanks: A woman is thanking you - do not question or faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Whatever: Is a women's way of saying "F*CK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;9.) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has asked a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "what's wrong" - for the woman's response refer to #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best gramtically, but some of it is pretty funny... i personally liked the response to whatever and don't worry about it... those are totally my things.  I ask Matt to do something like 5 times and he doens't.  When I start to do it (i.e. dishes at his house) he tried to help, I say "don't worry about it, I got it"  but I am thinking "What the heck are you doing watching the stupid ducks game when you should be helping me, I will just do it and you will pay later..." haha  But as a side note, this does not happen often, Matt is usually very good about helping me out with stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-9036915601219225030?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/9036915601219225030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=9036915601219225030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9036915601219225030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9036915601219225030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/language-of-women.html' title='the language of women'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7634664243312349168</id><published>2007-04-25T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>it feels the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a month left of college.... a month left of high school. i feel very very similar to what I felt then... ready to move on. And without my friends. This weekend was a big reminder of that. All of my friends spent the whole weekend in Laughlin wasted... I lounged by the pool, had the occasional drink, and went to bed relatively early (okay, 10 the first night and 1 the second). It makes me sad, that I am just kind of done with it. But at the same time, I am ready for the "real world." To work and live on my own and save money (that is going to be hard with rent tho) to buy a house, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am sad because some of my friends seem like they have these wonderful jobs lined up for right after college, we are talking $60 thousand a year. I will hopefully make a third of that, unless I get a raise. But yeah, it just makes me feel like I really do not have that much to look forward to, except being in an office from 7 to 4 and going to bed at 10 every night. Well, I am sure it will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you were just ready to be done with something and your friends were all stuck in the past? (let's be real, it's not my freshman year of college, it is time to take some responsibility for our lives...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and here are some pictures from my  "surprise" birthday party last weekend.  Me and my Matthew.  And then my good friend Jenna and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oom1GlmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5wpsSw_PHA/s1600-h/me+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057417734829545058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oom1GlmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5wpsSw_PHA/s200/me+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oum1GlnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ioUv6fsYJM/s1600-h/me+jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oum1GlnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ioUv6fsYJM/s1600-h/me+jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057417837908760178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oum1GlnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ioUv6fsYJM/s200/me+jenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15051627-7634664243312349168?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7634664243312349168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7634664243312349168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7634664243312349168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7634664243312349168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-feels-same.html' title='it feels the same'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oom1GlmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5wpsSw_PHA/s72-c/me+matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5997062031336053986</id><published>2007-04-17T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this picture</title><content type='html'>is just for you, Lauren.  It is also the only reason that I updated tonight.  Finals are driving me crazy, and I do not have much time to post, but I am trying to be more interactive for my audience (right, Em?)  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone else, I would like to point out that Lauren isn't actually using her crutches, I had to! haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RiW9pdyeU6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hMtCzURG2oY/s1600-h/cosmic+bowling+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RiW9pdyeU6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hMtCzURG2oY/s320/cosmic+bowling+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054654676861866914" 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/15051627-5997062031336053986?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5997062031336053986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5997062031336053986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5997062031336053986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5997062031336053986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-picture.html' title='this picture'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RiW9pdyeU6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hMtCzURG2oY/s72-c/cosmic+bowling+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-96653673495336020</id><published>2007-04-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:26.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nobody seems to read my blog. So does it really matter? haha I am still not sure, but I liked getting out my thoughts on the page, so I will continue. Or maybe, restart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have been thinking about is my job. For so long I ran away from construction. I never wanted to be stressed out and upset like my mom. She always seemed to have a tough time in the construction world, not because she was not good, but because small business construction is very hard. Well now I am working in the estimating department at Matich and actually liking it. My boss wants to prepare me so that I can go on and do this in the future, maybe for McNely, but I am still a little wary. And I always look down on people who stay in Redlands after graduation. Well not everyone, but the people who stay on campus and just do not want to leave. Guess who is staying in Redlands now? haha God is slowly teaching me humility. And I was going to leave praxis the second I was done with college... guess who is staying in Praxis on leadership? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I never knew how much working at McNely would train me for the real world. Here are some of the things I did while there: record retention (throwing away a lot of old junk), shredding (tons and tons, we are talking 8 large trash bags a week), scanning and printing plan sets, delivering plans. And here I have started a little shredding (mostly when the grandson hasn't come in recently). And yesterday, I did some plan copying. Their machine is very very old (okay like 5 years is old for plan scanners) compared to the one at MCC. But I was laughing as I looked copied the plans, because I thought I had gotten away from that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this post I will begin pictures of the day... again.... or maybe just a few pictures for today! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NirnF6CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/du3uFwSnXDo/s1600-h/Easter07-028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052561090173855778" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NirnF6CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/du3uFwSnXDo/s200/Easter07-028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052560411569022978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5M7LnF6AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ygyGKXY5HUg/s200/abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052561188958103602" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NobnF6DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C6up0jndwdU/s200/me+%26+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos taken by Emily Atwood, best cuzzo ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-96653673495336020?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/96653673495336020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=96653673495336020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/96653673495336020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/96653673495336020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NirnF6CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/du3uFwSnXDo/s72-c/Easter07-028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7719006044900635719</id><published>2006-11-21T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:34:02.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Chicago</title><content type='html'>you need to check under your car for people.  Why?  I will soon tell you.  But this shocked me, as a San Fran girl, I was taught to look in the backseat and the bed of my truck for people.  How someone would get into my car without my knowledge (I guess if I left it unlocked?),  I do not know.  But still, we were always supposed to check the backseat.  And I usually did, especially on a dark night, in an unfamiliar place.  Even at familiar places (um Em, I have checked the bed of my truck/the backseat of the focus when I left your house), because sometimes I get creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why under your car?  Because in Chicago someone will lie under your car and then slit your ankle (the achilles is killer) and then run off with your car and your money.  My boss taught me this at our staff dinner at Outback.  It is totally crazy, but I find myself peering under my truck from time to time.  (not like bending down and looking under, cuz that makes me vulnerable, and the person underneath could just shoot me in the face).  haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw an episode of something on tv where this guy hit a woman over the head with a handle of rum.  It was crazy.  Never do that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7719006044900635719?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7719006044900635719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7719006044900635719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7719006044900635719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7719006044900635719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-chicago.html' title='In Chicago'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-9210907863168866735</id><published>2006-11-17T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:36:22.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tales from the office</title><content type='html'>I walked into the office on Wednesday to a somewhat surprising feeling in the air.  I normally walk in and go straight to the back, as my boss believes that chatting with people distracts them from their work.  I am quite content with sitting at my desk/semi-cubicle and doing work or reading or crocheting, so this theory is quite alright with me.  But Wednesday was different.  I stopped to talk to the receptionist for a few more minutes that normal (usually it is about  2.5 seconds of hellos).  Then I looked across the long row of cubicles and saw a bright green ball going up and down.  Someone was throwing a ball in their cubicle, I am guessing for creative inspiration.  But it was just funny seeing a green ball going up and down over the cubicle, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.  I heard this song today and thought the lyrics were funny.  Then I realized it is a D.C. Talk song that I used to love.  When I first heard it, when I was in like 7th grade, I thought it described my junior high school.. colored people... because we were so racially diverse.    But yeah, the lyrics are kinda funny as it starts...&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't help but notice that your epidermis is showing... what a wonderful shade of melatonin you have..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-9210907863168866735?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/9210907863168866735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=9210907863168866735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9210907863168866735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9210907863168866735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/11/tales-from-office.html' title='tales from the office'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-116259453694138444</id><published>2006-11-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:55:36.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where I have been</title><content type='html'>I found this on laura's blog... our missionary friend in Mozambique... so I have 93% more of the world to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/community/mymaps/worldmap?visited=CAUSMXVIATBECZFRDEGRHUITNLPLESUKVA"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries"&gt;create your own visited countries map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.tonjafabritz.com"&gt;vertaling Duits Nederlands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-116259453694138444?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/116259453694138444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=116259453694138444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116259453694138444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116259453694138444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-i-have-been.html' title='where I have been'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-116191012294064920</id><published>2006-10-26T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:48:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hormone hCG is released in urine when women are pregnant</title><content type='html'>too bad I did not know that for my human sexuality midterm last week.  But now I do.  And that is what home pregnancy tests are measuring.  They are about 25% incorrect, usually a false negative.  And did you know, there are now home ovulation tests.. used to determine when a woman is ovulating and when the woman has a better chance of getting pregnant.  These tests measure the amount of LH (Lutin hormone) in the urine.  You can also tell when a woman ovulates because her temperature spikes by about 1 degree from normal... these things will all be helpful later in my life.  but for now, I will stick to trying to avoid kissing as best as I can.  Oh and I watched a video of a woman giving birth today.  Seemed more graphic than what we saw in High school (the miracle of life??), but maybe I just forgot.  but as disturbing as it was, it was amazing too.  To think that one day I will be able to have a little life in my body.  We are amazing creations.  Fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving from sex...  I learned a lot about catholicism in class yesterday.  Sociology of Religion class, not sex class.  There were six major topics in post-Vatican two discussion.  Most revolving around sex, actually.  Pre-marital sex, birth control, homosexuality, divorce, abortion, and one other thing that I have completely forgotten.  There were two Catholic girls that discussed how they related to the issues and what they were taught when they were younger.  They said they learned that "Catholics are Christian, but Christians are not Catholic."  It made me feel a little close minded.  Like we Christians are like, no, you aren't one of us.  But at the same time they said that they did worship Mary, which would be considered another god, kinda.  And you are not supposed to have idols.  But it was interesting to hear there stories.  And also to learn about the origin of a lot of catholic beliefs.  Like being homosexual is not wrong, but the act of homosexual sex is wrong.  because homosexual sex is not procreative.  so you can be gay and living with your partner, but not having sex. weird.  also that any sex without the intention of childbearing is wrong.  but what about song of solomon?  where it talks about how wonderful sex is and it's a gift from God for marriage.  they also said they had not learned why you shouldn't have pre-marital sex... they just were taught not to.  and most of their friends are not practicing catholicism anymore, and are out having sex and being on birth control and such.  i found it interesting, that my friends, for the most part, who were not in religious school, still have the same beliefs.  Most of us are still waiting for marriage for sex, however we were taught that birth control is okay in a marriage, actually i dont' think we ever talked about it.  just that marriage is a gift of God to be enjoyed by a married couple.  but i was asking them  (there were 3 people presenting) about how they related to the book on catholicism that they were reporting on.  and just trying to figure out a lot.  But i talked to my professor today and he thanked me for my contribution to the class, and that another student had said they liked that i was wrestling with the issues and asking the presenters personal questions about how they related to the issues.  so it felt really good to know that another student appreciated what i was saying and didn't think i was just trying to impress people or something.  I like how this ended up being about sex too, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is coming home with me for Thanksgiving.  I am excited.  So is my grandma.  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-116191012294064920?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/116191012294064920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=116191012294064920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116191012294064920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116191012294064920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/10/hormone-hcg-is-released-in-urine-when.html' title='The hormone hCG is released in urine when women are pregnant'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-116184419246970007</id><published>2006-10-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:29:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 midterms down</title><content type='html'>one to go... and I got into the habit of calling them finals... I cannot decide if it is because they stressed me out as much as finals.  Or if it was a Freudian slip, dreaming that it was the end of the semester instead of the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I am almost done with college.  Today I registered for my last classes as an undergraduate!  Crazy!  And sadly I missed the signups for History of Wine... well there is always a waitlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any good ideas for a birthday present for Matthew?  I need to get him something amazing, but I just do not know what...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-116184419246970007?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/116184419246970007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=116184419246970007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116184419246970007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116184419246970007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-midterms-down.html' title='3 midterms down'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-116136545657594623</id><published>2006-10-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:30:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate midterms</title><content type='html'>They make me go crazy and suffer emotional breakdowns...  you don't want to be around me when finals come in December.... ugh!  I also hate being a girl, because that makes me more likely to have emotional breakdowns where I just cry in my boyfriends arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just such a happy person today. haha  I wish I could put this into better words.  But I cannot think of anything.  Oh well, back to diagnosing people with Multiple personality disorder and sexual sadism.  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-116136545657594623?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/116136545657594623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=116136545657594623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116136545657594623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116136545657594623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-midterms.html' title='I hate midterms'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-116015768140587400</id><published>2006-10-06T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:01:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back at the job</title><content type='html'>So I got Matt to go with me to the Falconer (a pub in Redlands) last weekend, for my little Salzy reunion. He was reluctant to go, but then had fun. I was being the social butterfly that I am, bouncing back and forth between my table with Matt, Kev, and Linds, &amp; the Salzburg group. Seeing Wendy was awesome. She also came to the game on Saturday night to watch me cheer, because, let us be real, who goes to the Redlands games to watch football? haha But I definitely fell off of my box during one of the cheers, go figure. It was really funny. I just looked up at her and Caitlin and Pat and started laughing. Then I got back on the box and did a hurkey off of it at the end of the chant. Matt did not notice because he was talking to Brenna and Chris. Oh well. He could have had something to make fun of me for awhile, but he missed it! haha We have a game on Saturday, my goal is to stay on the box. My goal for the team is that they have no more injuries (they had 2 pretty bad ones last week... one of the guys dislocated his shoulder, the other tore his MCL and ACL... ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture at the Falconer and for some reason I really love it. I don't know why. It is just spamazing (That's a new word in Spaaanglish, Lindsey and my's new language... and it has nothing to do with spanish...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/themegababe/megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you should leave comments, because I feel like no one reads this.  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-116015768140587400?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/116015768140587400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=116015768140587400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116015768140587400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/116015768140587400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-at-job.html' title='back at the job'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115955402044817423</id><published>2006-09-29T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:20:20.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back at Matich</title><content type='html'>and back to having time to write blogs... what a coincidence!  I actually am doing a lot of work now, but every now and then there is a lull... and I don't have a tv to distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I am crazy.  I decided about a month or so ago that I would wait until I was engaged to kiss anyone.  That way any relationship is focused on God and other things, not a physical relationship.  However this is way easier in theory.  Now that I am actually dating Matt (who came to the same conclusions separate from me) it is much much harder.  I told one of my friends yesterday that we had not kissed, she goes, "What?  That's crazy.  You aren't even dating if you haven't kissed!" haha  Well three weeks of exclusivity says differently.   I know I am crazy, but it is about being set apart.  That is what we are called to do as Christians, and this is one way I have chosen to do so.  Not falling to the worldly pattern of physical relationships where you once said you would wait til marriage for sex and now it just seems like you might as well do it.  I mean, I am glad I made the decision, but it is harder than I ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115955402044817423?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115955402044817423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115955402044817423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115955402044817423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115955402044817423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-at-matich.html' title='back at Matich'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115483277652624915</id><published>2006-08-05T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:52:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arizona, kisses, and more</title><content type='html'>Arizona was amazing.  It is so wonderful seeing how God works in my life each year.  And seeing how much the Clarks (the family we see there) have grown.  Lenny is almost an adult now!  It is crazy.  This was my 5th year with them.  I also managed the task of cooking for 100 people for 10 days.  And did not get stressed!  amazing, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I realized that I have not kissed anyone in a little under 2 months.  That is sad.  I miss little kisses!  Oh well, it is going to be a long while until I find anyone worthy of my kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really think of much else to write.  I am packing up for the move back to redlands.  It is kind of sad.  Because I am realizing this might be the last.  How crazy is that?  I will leave you with that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115483277652624915?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115483277652624915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115483277652624915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115483277652624915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115483277652624915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/08/arizona-kisses-and-more.html' title='arizona, kisses, and more'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115441027220139142</id><published>2006-07-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:31:12.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my tattoo</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in awhile.  I just got back from Arizona where amazing things happened.  But I am sick and tired (gives a whole meaning to that phrase...) anyways.  I will write that later.  Right now I just wanted to post a funny conversation that I had on aim about my icon.  which is my tattoo.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154407285982"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:16:17 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps nice icon picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387536"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:16:26 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;gracias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387540"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:16:40 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;youve had the same one for about 3 years just to let you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387545"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:16:56 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know, i love my tat icon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387546"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:16:57 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387547"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:08 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;EWWWWWWW Thats your tat??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387548"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:12 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387549"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:14 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;omg......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387550"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:18 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you didn't know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387551"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:18 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;why did u tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387552"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:25 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;it looks all bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387553"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:28 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387554"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:29 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387555"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:32 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was right when it got done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387556"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:33 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387557"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:38 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;meg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387558"&gt;&lt;span class="remoteName0"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GThill 2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:41 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en"&gt;gross....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387559"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:45 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="1154409387560"&gt;&lt;span class="localName"&gt;&lt;b class="screenname"&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp&gt; (10:17:46 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my tattoo was rather fresh when that picture was taken.  Looks distinct to me, not bloody.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am trying to find that picture to put on here....  it's taking forever....Here it is... the tat icon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/icon%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/icon%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15051627-115441027220139142?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115441027220139142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115441027220139142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115441027220139142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115441027220139142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-tattoo.html' title='my tattoo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115213335477990867</id><published>2006-07-05T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:02:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th and boys</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; is a greatly loved holiday at my house. My dad has always loved setting off fireworks and eating ice cream with friends and family. Homemade ice cream, that is. This year, for the first time, we used a hand crank machine instead of our electric (someone broke it...) I had the best job with the hand crank machine, I had to sit on it so it wouldn't move around while everyone else was cranking. haha Then we lit off some fun fireworks in the backyard followed by spinning things and smoke bombs in front of the house in the street. The kids (me, em, matt, davis, &amp; rob) went down to the street by george's house where they lit off some roman candles. George came out "What are you doing? You better not set anything on fire. I'm calling the cops if you don't go away. I am calling them right now. Hurry." So then we walked away, then past my house because he was watching, then back to my house and inside. He called my house a few minutes later, warning us that there were people out front setting off fireworks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say, boys will be boys. Well, I do not know how true that is. One of the boys, A, got his bike switched around and boy B fell over and bumped his forehead. Then C yelled at A for hurting B, and A then hit C in the face. A comes into the house screaming and crying and locks us outside. Finally B gets inside and talks to A. He says "A, it was not your fault, C just needed someone to blame for me getting hurt. You did not do anything wrong, it was just an accident." It was so cute. B is the oldest at 11 and A is the youngest at 5, he was totally taking care of his friend (they are not brothers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115213335477990867?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115213335477990867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115213335477990867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115213335477990867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115213335477990867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-and-boys_05.html' title='4th and boys'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115156189621049179</id><published>2006-06-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:18:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight was Fair night with the family.  My dad has started taking the girls (Alex and Jessica) to the fair every year.  My bro and I go along for the fun times.  We had a wonderful time walking around and enjoying the sights that Alameda County has to offer - hosted at the wonderful Pleasanton fairgrounds.  As I talked to Alex tonight, I learned some scary things about Junior high.  She and her friends are dealing with high school drama (girl one dated guy 1 who then cheated on her with girl 2 so girl 1 dumped him.)  It is ridiculous.  That should not be happening in Junior high -- 6th grade!  gracious!  And then she started telling me about her family life class  (which most of us knew as sex ed) and how it is co-ed and next year they are learning about birth control.  How did she grow up so fast?  And why are girls this young having sex and needing to learn about protection?  Ugh.  Kids should not grow up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some pictures from tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/fair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/fair2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Thug livin - Davis and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/fair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/fair1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yeah, we are related... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/fair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/fair3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Jessica sure looks happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/fair5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/fair5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;This is the Lauren Wallace picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/fair4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/fair4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;We are ghetto in the Dro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my cool shirt, it's the no kangaroos in Austria shirt.  I am so cool!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115156189621049179?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115156189621049179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115156189621049179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115156189621049179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115156189621049179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115130202414073566</id><published>2006-06-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:07:04.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I would post a few pictures from the past few weeks (or week and a half).  There are some pretty funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wearing my beckham shirt for the world cup... even tho I don't even know what team he is on anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beckham is on my backside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Crossing our fingers at Woodies on the Wharf, win the surfboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love the racoon eyes...stupid H&amp;M glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The lovely bride to be and her cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gotta love the rollers in my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/blog%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/blog%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Crazy curls after my perm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that is the randomness that is the beginning of my summer... and I have not even put up the pictures of Emily in the pink dress, or of Dad at the Uke concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115130202414073566?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115130202414073566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115130202414073566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115130202414073566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115130202414073566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-pictures.html' title='a few pictures'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115084428140909630</id><published>2006-06-20T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:58:01.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give her a 6</title><content type='html'>Said the one of the three preteen boys sitting outside of the library as I walked by.  A 6?  &lt;em&gt;Excuse me??&lt;/em&gt;  A 6??  That better be out of 5.  Now I was not supposed to hear them rating the sweet ladies as they walked in, but they are not that  quiet and i distinctly heard the 6 as I walked by.  And they still had not seen my best &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt;ets yeah... or at least not how great it looks when I walk.  haha  Not that I think I have a fine booty (cuz it's pretty small to be considered a booty), but I do know that I look good when I walk, I just have a little sexy walk that I do, and I cannot help it:  it is habit.  Anyways, I had half a mind to walk back to those boys and demand they re-rate me at a 9, at least.  But I continued on my way into the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library's collection of used books for sale is way underrated.  I got 6 great, paperback books for $5.75.  These are perfect books for throwing in my bag upon leaving for the pool.  A lot less bulky than the Janet Evanovich hardcover that has 3 books inside, talk about a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a hot dog today.  Very weird for me.  And even weirder, I kinda liked it.  Enough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115084428140909630?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115084428140909630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115084428140909630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115084428140909630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115084428140909630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-give-her-6.html' title='I give her a 6'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115061918604723952</id><published>2006-06-18T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:26:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Especially when they jump on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay so that did not really happened, I probably would have peed in my pants if it did.  But I will continue with the real story now. [story is a little racy, so be prepared]  So I was about to take a bath when I saw a spider running across the ceiling.  It was brown and had a big body and would run and then shake it's butt (I think he was putting a web down or something).  So I throw my clothes on as fast as I can [the racy part is over now], watching the spider to make sure he does not get above me and to make sure it doesn't run out or into a crack.  So I run out and get my dad who doesn't want to stop watching the Dodgers game (15th inning, I know, but there is a pause button on the freakin tivo).  So while I am waiting for the third out I run to the bathroom to spray the spider with something and stun it.  The problem with Lysol -- it is a mist.  Hairspray is a stream, should have used that.  The spider fell down and I thought he was jumping on me.  I let out one of those girly screams that is really high pitched... which is rare because I never do that.  Then I realize the spider fell with his web, so he just fell like a foot, and he was probly 5 feet away from me.  But still scary.  Anyways, my dad came in and killed it.  But I went down the three stairs into the tv room and asked my mom if she heard.  She said the whole street did.  Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stupid spider.  so much drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115061918604723952?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115061918604723952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115061918604723952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115061918604723952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115061918604723952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-spiders.html' title='i hate spiders'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-115045044482202930</id><published>2006-06-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:34:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukulele Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My dad plays uke in a class in Berkley.  They performed with their teacher, Bobo, in Santa Cruz tonight at the Ukulele Club.  It was so much fun.  It was an "Everly Brothers" night and 4 out of 6 songs were sad sad love songs.  This one rang so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bye bye love, Bye bye happiness, Hello loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'm a gonna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bye bye love, Bye bye sweet caress, Hello emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like I could die, Bye bye my love bye bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~The Everly Brothers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Bye Bye Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well it doens't completely ring true.  But it is a good song and I can relate to parts of it.  Sad days.  This next song (not played at the club, but played on the Carrie Underwood cd heard while I was nannying today) also relates to the next step in my life.  This is where I want to be going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Jesus take the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         Take it from my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         'Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         I'm letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         Give me one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         Save me from this road I'm on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         Jesus take the wheel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie Underwood, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus Take the Wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-115045044482202930?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/115045044482202930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=115045044482202930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115045044482202930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/115045044482202930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/ukulele-club.html' title='Ukulele Club'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114983531002760319</id><published>2006-06-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:41:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuz i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;gotta wear sexy pjs.... or boxer shorts and a tank top... or just undies cuz it's hot now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;is the pope catholic?   (i loved chinese night in salzy, and they had cake batter ice cream and i got jordans!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;um a twin, maybe a full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is your room clean?&lt;br /&gt;i finally cleaned up my stuff from salzy.  but now my room is scrapbooking world (i think a few stores blew up in here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laptop or Desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;lappy is great, except the dvd drive is busted.  boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite comedian?&lt;br /&gt;gotta go with Dane.... fuck bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;only in Europe.... ooh and hookah in the land of the red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;meine mutti und meine vatti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?&lt;br /&gt;that she came to visit salzy while i was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;your dad.  haha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, since i'm in one for the next two months... i mean yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;once, and was shaking so bad that he only told me to get proof that my insurance was up to date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pancakes or French Toast?&lt;br /&gt;eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;love love LOVE it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;unfertilized..  haha jk scrambled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;no but it's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;genny, she woke me up from my nap.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last person on your missed call list?&lt;br /&gt;Tim Bizarly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;Miss you (from jordan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. McDonalds or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;in n out, without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;i think there are like 6 on my bed.  And i'm too lazy to take them off when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;spicy buffalo chicken poppers that i made for dinner... good stuff (except uber fattening cuz they're fried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;um let's see... garlic bread and emeril's wing sauce.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;adidas track pants and my do you agree with jonathan t shirt (bringing back the old days haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pick a lyric?&lt;br /&gt;"And the stars, they seems, to paint the most elaborate scene today" or "pump it, louder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;grape.  but pb &amp; honey is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Can you play pool?&lt;br /&gt;eh i survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;2 years of swim team baby... i love the pool! and the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;usually something with cookie dough. or cake batter ice cream. so many good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like maps?&lt;br /&gt;no i absolutely hate them...what kind of question is this?  &lt;--- i have to agree with kyle's answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Tell me something random?&lt;br /&gt;i am crocheting myself a blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever attend a theme party?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thursday nights in redlands.  haha  the last was porn star, where lar &amp; cait &amp;amp; i were super sexy sailor girls.. let's not talk about jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever do a keg stand?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking?&lt;br /&gt;my own bed?  haha i don't know.  i always end up in my own bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;seasons of love (525,600 minutes....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the first music video you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Pick a movie quote:&lt;br /&gt;who died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;ich willst dich in meinem Bett und wir konnen in der Schnee Schlag machen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite hangout?&lt;br /&gt;Salzburg.  :(  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;don't have just one best friend... haven't in years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How long have you known them?&lt;br /&gt;a couple years or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;when i was acting 7 and running around my brother bugging him about who he liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;11 30, couldn't wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Wake up next to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Best thing about winter?&lt;br /&gt;the snow, and the coldest winter in 2o years in salz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Name a couple of favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;pinkety pink... and blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;april&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated?&lt;br /&gt;i was a pirate once... and i love pirates of the carribean... so definitely cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite Dave Matthews Band song (if you have one?):&lt;br /&gt;crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;katie's party on fri, san fran with claire on sat, church and resting on sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Who will take this survey?&lt;br /&gt;no one is lame like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114983531002760319?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114983531002760319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114983531002760319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114983531002760319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114983531002760319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/cuz-im-bored.html' title='cuz i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114975234342013204</id><published>2006-06-08T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:39:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heels</title><content type='html'>Walking around the plan scanning room today, I kept hearing the clickety clack of my shoes.  They were the cutest heels ever, little kitten heels, black and white checkers/plaid/gingham ish material, only an inch heel, rounded toes with a cute little tie on the side.  Adorable.  And I realised just how much I love the sound of heels.  It makes me feel all grown up and professional.  Not that I want to be in an office, I hate offices.  but maybe in a tango club, walking around before I go on stage.  Or at a fancy bar, eyeing the room for men to buy me drinks.  I doubt i will ever do either of those, but it is a funny thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just love how heels looks.  Some are just incredibly cute (like mine today) and some just murmur va-va-voom, like the black heels I got in London.  So sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have something to think about when you hear that familiar click - clack - clickety clack of heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chew on that for a minute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114975234342013204?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114975234342013204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114975234342013204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114975234342013204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114975234342013204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/heels.html' title='heels'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114949073665289461</id><published>2006-06-04T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:58:56.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in case you wanted to know my thoughts on summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SUMMER QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H A T D O Y O U P R E F E R ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool OR Jacuzzi: pool is refreshing, jacuzzi is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;, depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;Ocean OR Pool: ocean&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream OR popsicles: ice cream (what about ice cream popsicles??)&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade OR ice tea: lemonade (mike's hard...)&lt;br /&gt;Flip Flops OR tennis shoes: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;flip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans OR Air conditioning: a/c&lt;br /&gt;Sprinklers OR slip n slide: slip n slide (make sure there's no gravel...) -- props to whoever knows who talks about that...&lt;br /&gt;Water Balloon fight OR Water gun fight: water balloon fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y O U R F A V O R I T E S U M M E R . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;strawberry daquiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;Song: grease - summer nights (or Nelly- it's gettin hot in herrre, so eat a popsicle (right Em?))&lt;br /&gt;Camp: HUME!&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; is the only one...&lt;br /&gt;Vacation Place: tahiti (well if i had ever gone it would be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L A S T S U M M E R :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go: arizona, seattle&lt;br /&gt;Who did you hang with: Haley, Devon, and Cody (the kids I nanny)&lt;br /&gt;Did you do anything illegal: probly&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to a concert: no&lt;br /&gt;What was your best memory: Arizona  or hiking in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H I S S U M M E R :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going: I already hit up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;victorville&lt;/span&gt;, then Sf (cuz it's close), Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going with: the church&lt;br /&gt;Name SEVEN things your most looking forward to this summer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is way too much thinking&lt;br /&gt;1. going back to Arizona &amp; being in charge of the food&lt;br /&gt;2. making money so i can pay my dad back for europe&lt;br /&gt;3. free upgrade to mastercard gold at wamu&lt;br /&gt;4. seeing Jordan when he visits (make your work let you off... or i will beat them!)&lt;br /&gt;5. joint birthday party with my dad on the 4th&lt;br /&gt;6. being legal!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;7. quality time with the brother and the cuzzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114949073665289461?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114949073665289461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114949073665289461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114949073665289461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114949073665289461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-case-you-wanted-to-know-my-thoughts.html' title='in case you wanted to know my thoughts on summer...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114932145141009060</id><published>2006-06-03T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:57:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Golf</title><content type='html'>Has always been the bane of my existence.   I am really bad at it.  sometimes.  Especially if I am angry (good job, Jordan, get me all irritated before I play....  haha)  But yeah I took a breather and re-focused to play better.  I came back and kicked his butt in the second game, after losing a rough 59 to 56 in game one.  Jordan had a rough second half of the second game, while I stayed around par.  Final score of game two: Megan 56, Jordan 62.  haha  I kicked major butt.  And I learned to control my temper and stay calm, no matter if I had 2 strokes or 10.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to hit up Golden Tee next week?  I think I have discount coupons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps the Ville is ghetto.  Kids were running all over the golf course.  We got to one of the castles and two kids were sitting on top of it and two on the lawn next to it.  Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114932145141009060?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114932145141009060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114932145141009060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114932145141009060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114932145141009060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/mini-golf.html' title='Mini Golf'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114923799025661597</id><published>2006-06-02T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:46:30.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>So last night I got sicky and Jordan took care of me.  So sweet.  I had a headache and my stomach was all upset.  I just wanted to curl up in a ball.  Jordan sat with me while I laid in my bed (mattress on the floor) and tried to fall asleep.  Pushing my hair off my face and comforting me.  Weird, that is something I always wanted a boyfriend to do.   And he just fell right into it.  Like the second I felt sick he was all about trying to make me feel better.  And I know that is how I am when he is sick.  Guess that is just one of those things that relationships is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about when you have something contagious?  Wouldn't you rather the other person stay away so that they do not get sick?  I feel like I would.  haha  Just something to think about... if you have a contagious cold, would you rather your significant other sit by your side and brush your hair off you face and hold a cold compress on your forehead, or stay away from you for the most part so that they are ready to hang out when you are better? (sorry, big question)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114923799025661597?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114923799025661597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114923799025661597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114923799025661597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114923799025661597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114912263856378785</id><published>2006-05-31T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:43:58.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I did it.  I stayed up until 5 am last night.   But we had Lord of the Rings on, can you blame me??  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, about the sleeping in part.  I woke up at 11 30.  Late for me, early for the Skarbek clan.  I read my Bible for a few minutes and then forced myself to go back to sleep.  I woke up again at 2 30 pm.  Nice work Koenig!  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114912263856378785?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114912263856378785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114912263856378785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114912263856378785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114912263856378785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114906865804064742</id><published>2006-05-31T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:44:18.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the Ville....</title><content type='html'>Victorville, that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am quite entertained here..... it is a Tuesday night.  Jordan and I are sitting in the family room with our laptops, as it Kory (the bro), and their Mom.... the sister, Kelsie is on the computer in the computer room....  where else would you find an entire family on computers at 3 am?  haha  I love it.  I am slowly adapting to Skarbek life.  Go to sleep at 4 am and wake up at 2 pm.... I am not so good at staying up til 4, I can only last til 2 30 or so, altho it is 2 40 already, and I'm not that tired.   But there is no way I can sleep in until 2 pm.  That is Jordan's thing.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am turning into a gamer, as Jordan said, I have potential.  He saw how addicted I was to my Cake Mania game.  But how could I not be?  It is the best game ever, and it is about baking cakes and decorating!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come about Victorville.... and then who knows where I will go before hitting up Redlands on Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114906865804064742?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114906865804064742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114906865804064742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114906865804064742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114906865804064742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-in-ville.html' title='life in the Ville....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-114816580331256003</id><published>2006-05-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:56:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>Salzburg is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is the Salzburg blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just trying to readjust to the States, and all that junk.  I really do miss Salzburg, but it is good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write more, but I have a bookstore to go to, papers to write, and a blanket to crochet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Em I am so excited for you to graduate... can't wait to watch you walk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-114816580331256003?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/114816580331256003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=114816580331256003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114816580331256003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/114816580331256003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2006/05/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113593620596169563</id><published>2005-12-30T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:50:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I found there is no good blushing smiley face.  There is an ashamed face with rosy cheeks.  And a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flirtateous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face (my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt;).  But no face that says, aww I am blushing that was too cute.  Because I am not ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom's car.  And so does Tony.  He was amazed that it turned on by touching the handle (with key in close proximity) and that you didn't need to put a key in the ignition (because there is no actual &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;) to start it.  I also impressed him when I talked to the car and got it to change radio stations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was having coffee with a friend, and he answered his phone and I swear I heard "I have your child."  This was a little shocking becauseI know my parents do not have his number.  Also, they had just gone to bed.  But as his conversation continued, I realized he said "I have your &lt;em&gt;chai&lt;/em&gt;," which we had gotten for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing to leave you with, a quote from Elizabeth Elliot's book, &lt;em&gt;Passion and Purity (73).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Life requires countless "little" deaths -- occasions when we are given the chance to say no to self and yes to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing, from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Dark and evil times lie ahead.  There will come a time when we must choose between what is good and what is easy."&lt;/span&gt;  -Professor Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote may be about a fictitious battle between the Dark Lord and the Wizarding Community... but it can definitely be applied to real life.  It sounds like it could be straight out of Revelation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113593620596169563?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113593620596169563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113593620596169563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113593620596169563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113593620596169563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113575222736246640</id><published>2005-12-27T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:43:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is apparently quiz day</title><content type='html'>10 LAYERS OF MELAYER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: Megan&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: April 18th&lt;br /&gt;Birth place: Ghetto San Leandro&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Redlands/San Leandro&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Blue (and kinda green)&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: brownish (but blonde too)&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Aries (Redlands horoscopes are the best.  haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: German!  And some other random Euro mix, but mostly Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;What Shoes Did you wear today: my black ones, and then my snow boots&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: you!  haha&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: being attacked while I am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Double Pepperoni, or Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase: I try&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: nooooo&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: my humps my humps, my lovely lady lumps... haha jk my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: whenever i stop talking on aim&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: being little and taken care of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi, but Coke if it's cherry&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: In N Out&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Meh&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Nestea Raspberry&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuchino, made by daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: once in awhile, but not cigs&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: Try not to&lt;br /&gt;Single: yes&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: Everyday&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush(es): maybe ;)&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: I know, no&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) high school: it was fine, college is better&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: no&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Heck No Techno&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: Fo sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: nada&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: no, don't like much of it&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dippin: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: interesting question&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: I became who I really was and then fit in, stopping hiding in a shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: 25, but that seems soon&lt;br /&gt;Numbers of Children: 2-3&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: Having a vending machine fall on me.  haha jk I prefer not to think of it, maybe the end of the world will come first&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: Dont' know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color?: Blue is good, but so is brown, depends on the guy&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color?: Blonde.. or brown&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: i'm more of a short hair person, but not like buzzed&lt;br /&gt;Best first date location: In N Out haha&lt;br /&gt;Articles of clothing: A hooded sweatshirt can be quite hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;Number of people i can trust: a lot&lt;br /&gt;Number of CD's I own: a ton, don't know&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: had 9, but now 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of times been on T.V.: don't know, 0?&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: oh so many times, i don't keep track.  Honestly, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: a little baby one, and a rug burn one from 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: donn't have regrets, just live and learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113575222736246640?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113575222736246640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113575222736246640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113575222736246640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113575222736246640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-apparently-quiz-day.html' title='today is apparently quiz day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113574641808041700</id><published>2005-12-27T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:06:58.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so in 2005</title><content type='html'>2005 confessions:I confess that in 2005 i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE (OR LACK THEREOF) LIFE(x) stayed single the whole year.( ) got your first kiss(x) kissed someone new( ) made-out for the first time( ) made-out in/on a car ( ) kissed in the snow( ) kissed in the rain( ) fell in love( ) fell in love with a fool(x) had your heart broken(x) broke someone else's heart(x) had a stalker - not really, haha( ) had a good relationship with someone( ) questioned your sexual orientation( ) came out of the closet( ) gotten pregnant( ) gotten someone else pregnant( ) had an abortion( ) gotten married( ) had a divorce( ) had a gay marriage(x) kissed someone of the same sex () dated someone you'll never forget(x) done something you've regretted( ) lost your true love( ) lost faith in love(x) kissed under mistletoe - love ya vanja!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK/SCHOOL() got a promotion(x) got a pay raise(x) changed jobs( ) lost your job(x) quit your job() dated a co-worker( ) dated your boss( ) dated your boss' daughter/son( ) got fired from your job(x) got straight A's(x) met one teacher you really like( ) met one teacher you really hated (x) found the subject you love( ) failed a class(x) cut class(x) skipped school( ) got into a fight with a classmate(x) did something you were proud of( ) discovered a new talent(x) gave the teachers a reason to teach(x) proved yourself an idiot ( ) embaressed yourself in front of the class( ) fell in love with a teacher( ) got a lead in the school play( ) made a varsity team( ) made a junior varsity team(x) were involved in something you'll never forget ( ) got sent to the office - seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER( ) painted a picture(x) wrote a poem/song(x) ran a mile (x) listened to music you couldn't stand(x) double-dipped(x)skinny-dipped( ) went to camp(x) threw a surprise party (x) laughed till you cried( ) laughed till you peed in your pants(x) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flirted shamelessly&lt;/span&gt; (x) visited a foreign country (x)visted a foreign state (x) cooked a disasterous meal( ) lost something important to you(x) got a gift you adore (x) realized something new about yourself( ) went on a diet(x) tried to gain weight....i always try to do that but it never works.(x) dyed your hair( ) came close to losing your life() someone close to you died(x)went to a party(x) drank alchohol(x) drank alchohol underage( ) tried drug(s) ( ) got arrested(x) read a great book(x) saw a great movie( ) saw a movie so scary that it made you cry(x) saw your favorite band/artist live(x) saw someone famous in person(x) did something you want to tell everyone (x) Enjoyed this year overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this looked cooler when I stole it from Aaron on myspace.  But yeah, enjoy. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113574641808041700?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113574641808041700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113574641808041700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113574641808041700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113574641808041700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-in-2005.html' title='so in 2005'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113563543580989993</id><published>2005-12-26T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:17:15.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family is crazy</title><content type='html'>First, Emily and I were called old ladies all night, because we were crocheting.  I think they were all just jeaolus of my mad crochet skills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at breakfast our parents started remembering stories of their years in Emeryville.  Now Emeryville, well this city really had some ghetto parts.  And our parents lived in one of those parts, in some condos.  So did about half of the people their age from the church as well.  But we heard about some interesting characters.   They had friends Snotty and Smitty (creative?)  haha  There was the hooker across the street from my parents.  Starting at 10 o clock, a car would park, every hour on the hour.  The hooker also had a 16 year old daughter and would let her throw parties.  They would get a keg and charge people to get in.  Let us see, there was also Red, the crazy hooker on the corner who had huge red hair and was toked up on heroin.  She would stand in the middle of the street, so the cars would stop, and then go to the window and take whatever she could.  There were a couple stories about the hookers on the corner who would try talking to my dad, because there was no to on his Carmen Gia (however you spell it) - little did they know he was on his way to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my mom and Katie were given offers to be "taken care of" by strange men.  My mom's story is the best though.  Some guy tried to sell her suntan oil, but she could only buy it if he put it on... dirty!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the stories they tell around the table at Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113563543580989993?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113563543580989993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113563543580989993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113563543580989993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113563543580989993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-family-is-crazy.html' title='My family is crazy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113541152750705180</id><published>2005-12-24T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:05:27.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really should have been creative with that last blog</title><content type='html'>Something to the tune of, Hey did you know there was a warrant out for my arrest this morning.  Because, kinda, there was.  I missed the court date and if I was pulled over could have been arrested.  But I was too angry to be creative.  That's another thing.  Anger can have a lot of power in me.  That is not good.  I can get riled up pretty easily.  Must be that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in me!  Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich Liebe Dich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113541152750705180?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113541152750705180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113541152750705180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113541152750705180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113541152750705180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-really-should-have-been-creative.html' title='I really should have been creative with that last blog'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113540556453903590</id><published>2005-12-23T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:26:04.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things you should know about me</title><content type='html'>I get bitchy sometimes.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bitchy.  Like right now.  Maybe it is the lack of hormones being ingested into my body (oh how I miss that, but we are back on track on Sunday) or maybe just the general state of things.  Or maybe just how I &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; I am being treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  And I deserve to be treated like the &lt;em&gt;amazing woman&lt;/em&gt; that I am.  And I like being the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When  I am not I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, sometimes I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; really easily.  I am talking real easy, usually this happens once a month and lasts for a couple days.  (If any guys are reading this, I am surprised you have lasted this far)  haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I got that ticket awhile back (pulled over for speeding, but fix-it ticket for no insurance, which is all my dad, because it was his car and it wasn't in it), when it came in the mail my mom stuck it in a basket.  So I remembered to look at it today, because I thought the court date was the 1st of January.  Nope.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Not to mention it is a $581 ticket if I don't show up with my $10 and proof of insurance.  And then it said bail could be increased, or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arrest,&lt;/span&gt; or suspension of license.  Well I lost it.  i was a complete wreck.  I just start bawling, and poor Brian is over, but he just sat there and tried to calm me down.  Even tho I was crying and then getting super sweaty because of the dang humidity!  haha  Eventually I found an 800 number, with a recording, and called it in the hopes of finding a place to leave a message explaining that I had just gotten home from college and asking for an extension (I am allowed a 60 day extension). I actually got through to a clerk who gave me an extension until February 21st.  Amazing.  No more Christmas in jail... the joke was that Uncle Warren's song was soon to become mine.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent enough time typing this and don't feel like &lt;strong&gt;bolding&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;italicizing&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coloring&lt;/span&gt;.  That is the other thing, i am lazy.  Oh, well, maybe I will do a few, for emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps those swear words felt soooo good, because I have restrained myself from swearing for awhile.  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113540556453903590?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113540556453903590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113540556453903590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113540556453903590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113540556453903590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='things you should know about me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113529084915287278</id><published>2005-12-22T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:34:09.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a snake in my boots</title><content type='html'>Actually, there is a drip in my ceiling. What a wonderful thing to wake up to, right? Wrong. I cannot remember there ever being a drippy ceiling in my house. So this came as a shock. Not to mention a worry. What was Dad going to say? Well, at least this was in no way my fault (like I would have gone on the roof and drilled a hole or something). Luckily, he was home. As I was putting a pot under, he came in. Then he got the ladder and searched through the crawl space. I was imagining him falling through the ceiling onto my floor, I have seen too many movies. During this time I was drying off the floor, water had splashed all over the floor of my study, and finding out a pot just wasn't good enough: the water dropped in and splashed all over the floor. So as Dad brought the ladder into my room to pop the bugger, I put my bro's garbage can under it. We drained it out and now it is just a slight leak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of the little bubble-like thing on my ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/ceiling%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now for a Close up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/ceiling%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113529084915287278?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113529084915287278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113529084915287278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113529084915287278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113529084915287278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-snake-in-my-boots.html' title='there&apos;s a snake in my boots'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113515368670008781</id><published>2005-12-21T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:28:06.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes</title><content type='html'>"Do you think your eyes are &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, I have always thought of them as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, uh [at this point I'm getting nervous] you are the expert, what color do you think my eyes are Doctor Chan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well they look &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, but then under the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [which blinded me and left me with lines of light in my eyes forever] they look more &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.  So I just don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my interesting conversation with the eye doctor yesterday.  Apparently my eyes are more &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue.&lt;/span&gt;  They may appear &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, but that is deceiving, like me, they are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;!  beat that mutha.... haha  ok enough of that.  Really tho, how do i fill out forms now?  Do I say my eyes are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;?  And my license?  it says my eyes are &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.  but if they &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt; a flashilght in my eyes they would be &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green,&lt;/span&gt; then i would be lieing!  haha  Ok I'm not really freaking out, but wouldn't it be funny if I was?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113515368670008781?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113515368670008781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113515368670008781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113515368670008781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113515368670008781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/eyes.html' title='eyes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113462930702965159</id><published>2005-12-14T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:00:32.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>It is the happiest place on earth, for sure. Or the merriest, depending on the season. haha These are some photos from my lovely day in Dland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley and her backpack (friend) on the tram... from Timon 18G! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/kell%20dland.1.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;div align="right"&gt;This is Kate and I on the tram. I was pretending to eat a granola bar, because she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/meg%20kate%20dland.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/meg%20kate%20dland.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kelley and I took a photo at the "Kodak picture spot" in front of the Matterhorn. Aren't we just beautiful??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/matterhorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/matterhorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The three of us took a picture in front of the golden 25th anniversary castle. There are 5 crowns, one for each princess! So precious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/400/castle.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Santa has his reindeer at the Reindeer Roundup, how sweet is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/reindeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/reindeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went on the Indiana Jones ride twice... you have to love a 20 minute wait! And still getting fastpasses! haha Oh and the guy would only take a picture of us if Chris (the other worker) was in it... So here is the 3 of us and Chris...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/indy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/indy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And at the end of the night we found the White Witch from Narnia. How cool is that? She was so scary though. I was almost scared to take a picture of her... but I fought my fear and documented it, just for you avid readers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/white%20witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/white%20witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In all, we had a wonderful trip to Disneyland.  I have not been since May, that is not really that long, but it definitely felt like it!  And I have not been in the park during Christmastime in years.  So that was awesome.  They have it all cute and Christmassy.  There is a holiday parade, ending with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here Comes Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;.  And the fireworks show for the 50th is &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;.  It finishes with snow for Christmas.  Wonderful.  Oh, and there are now piranhas on the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Jungle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cruise.&lt;/span&gt;  That was pretty sweet, even tho our guide was way lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am going to be a Disney princess one day.  Or at least a dancing mermaid.  Mark my words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113462930702965159?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113462930702965159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113462930702965159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113462930702965159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113462930702965159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113436515464112629</id><published>2005-12-11T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:26:05.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>due tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I hate writing &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but I am not enjoying this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 to 12 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due at 1 pm tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113436515464112629?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113436515464112629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113436515464112629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113436515464112629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113436515464112629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/due-tomorrow.html' title='due tomorrow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113406321359166174</id><published>2005-12-08T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:33:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional breakdown</title><content type='html'>Definitely had one last night.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Terrible.&lt;/span&gt;  I was in David's room and he was going over a paper for me.  Well it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;.  He was showing me some changes I could make and I just started crying.  I said "I know this is a terrible paper, I feel like I am just repeating myself, but I just don't know what to do and I do not want to turn this in."  So on and so forth, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; streaming down my face.  He took it well, for a boy dealing with a girl &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;crying over a paper&lt;/span&gt;.  (Katie said she would have been like, uh...  and then felt &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; haha)  He told me that I just have a lot of extra wording and I can shorten it.  but I needed to wait until tomorrow so I could think straight.  I left Melrose &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;still crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  So sad.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into Kell's room and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crawled&lt;/span&gt; i her bed.  I told her what happened and I was half crying and half laughing.  I do not even know what was going on.  She dried my tears and told me not to cry, it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just a paper&lt;/span&gt;.  haha  So we chatted and I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;calmed&lt;/span&gt; down.  Then my mom saw my "&lt;strong&gt;emotional breakdown&lt;/strong&gt;" away message and left me a comment.  That showing me she was still awake, I called.  I have a feeling she knew it was me when she picked up the phone,  because who else calls at 10:30?  haha  She helped &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt; me down too.  Asked if I was stuffed up because I had been crying, yes, was  I breathing?  Yes, now.  haha  Then she just talked to me for a few minutes, told me I could turn in one bad paper, how much does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think.  Why am I so &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt;?  The Bible says not to worry, but I forget that so often.  I worry about things I think I am in control of.  But I am not in &lt;strong&gt;control&lt;/strong&gt; of anything, which is weird, and hard to understand, but I just take it as it is.  haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am reworking that paper and it is going much better.  Oh how a night's sleep can help.  Althought I woke up and could tell I had a rough night, headache and stiff neck.  And, worst of all, I had forgotten to &lt;strong&gt;grind coffee&lt;/strong&gt; in last night's madness, so I couldn't get coffee til I got to work.  (and it is not too good here either haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113406321359166174?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113406321359166174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113406321359166174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113406321359166174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113406321359166174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/emotional-breakdown.html' title='emotional breakdown'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113397071201975781</id><published>2005-12-07T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:51:52.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a bruise on my knee.  I think I &lt;strong&gt;hit&lt;/strong&gt; it on the wall the other night.  That does not explain the&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; bruise&lt;/span&gt; on my hand.  Yes.  On my hand.  I have a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bruise&lt;/span&gt; in the palm of my hand.  And I cannot explain how it got there.  Neither can I really see it.  But it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  And only like a bruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am always hurting.  But without that, I wouldn't be the little &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hypo&lt;/span&gt;chondriac we all know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this conversation from Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Me: blah blah oh dad, my elbow hurts&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Alright hypo we are done here&lt;br /&gt;Me:  But dad,  i think I pinched a nerve or something&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Okay I will talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Wait, what about those snowboots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Saved&lt;/span&gt; the conversation at the last minute.  I cannot talk about myself being sick or hurting too much.  I think my parents get tired of it.  But that is because they get &lt;strong&gt;the bulk&lt;/strong&gt; of it.  I mean, unless I am actually sick (ie at the health center getting lots of drug and disgusting nose sprays) then I do not really talk about my pain, only to my parents.  They are going to miss it.  Just you wait and see.  Once our &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;three times a day&lt;/span&gt; phone calls turn into once a week, they will miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113397071201975781?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113397071201975781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113397071201975781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113397071201975781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113397071201975781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-bruise-on-my-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113390696715308513</id><published>2005-12-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:09:27.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><content type='html'>I have an exam in Research Methods in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;25 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the classroom typing in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; study.  I was not made to study.  I look things over a few times and then I am done.  Why can't I study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finals... well I think they are finals because when they are over you can finally breathe again.   That and you can actually get some &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep and relax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that is not going to happen until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers due on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Megan = stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113390696715308513?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113390696715308513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113390696715308513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113390696715308513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113390696715308513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/so_06.html' title='so'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113375683224208332</id><published>2005-12-04T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:27:12.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Are supposed to bring good cheer, right?  Well they bring Emily pain, in her ears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moemarsita: OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;moemarsita: WE HAVE CAROLERS&lt;br /&gt;moemarsita: THEY'RE REALLY BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they bring me feeling of being replaced, talking to Davis about how my parents took my little cousins tree shopping today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg: i feel replaced!&lt;br /&gt;DSLice  INKrist: me too, me too&lt;br /&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg: haha&lt;br /&gt;DSLice  INKrist: next thing you know, they're gonna get them to decorate the tree too&lt;br /&gt;GhettoBootsieMeg: i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha  But there are also sad times.  LikeI used to love this one tree shop, but apparently it is no more, and I just found it comical how my mom said it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buildermomck: corey's, the one with the old lady with the cider, is closed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old lady was great!  haha  i miss the days of going tree shopping.  It used to be a huge ordeal.  When I was really young, Mom always made Christmas sweatshirts; she was a wonder with puff paints!  haha  And that one year i was riding in Uncle Warren's car, sitting in the backseat with Emily, when we saw the tree fall down the side of the car.  Guess it was not tied on tight enough.  haha  But I do miss the days of tree shopping and Negri's and the apple farm.  altho my mom and I have decided that I will one day go again, and she can treat my kids to apple cider and cookies.  This is going to be in a long time tho!  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113375683224208332?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113375683224208332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113375683224208332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113375683224208332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113375683224208332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113350462671493526</id><published>2005-12-01T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:23:46.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See I told you it is a big deal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Africa, HIV/AIDS kills &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6,600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8,800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;infected with the HIV&lt;/span&gt; virus and at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1,400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; newborn babies are infected during childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from &lt;a href="http://www.one.org"&gt;www.one.org&lt;/a&gt; --- check it out to see what you can do to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also check out &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.org"&gt;www.invisiblechildren.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113350462671493526?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113350462671493526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113350462671493526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113350462671493526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113350462671493526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/see-i-told-you-it-is-big-deal.html' title='See I told you it is a big deal...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113347148963581127</id><published>2005-12-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:11:29.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/1600/Salzburg_House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/Salzburg_House.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case any of you were wondering where I am going in Salzburg... this is the house.  Beautiful.  It is in a park... I bet you are jealous just reading this!  haha but really, this is where I will be living for 4 months, with my wonderful roommates, Kelley and Caitlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I do not like analyzing statistics for psych experiments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113347148963581127?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113347148963581127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113347148963581127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113347148963581127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113347148963581127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-house.html' title='my house'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113345942151063366</id><published>2005-12-01T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:50:21.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have more to say.  but i needed to write that blog like that for effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So last night was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Invisible Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; screening.  It was awesome.  We had a packed house in Orton... people were standing in the back and sitting on the floor in the front.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Word really got out.. plus Greeks had to go, so they brought along their friends as well.  Laren, one of the &lt;strong&gt;producer&lt;/strong&gt;s, is really cool, altho I think I talked to much and made him bored.  Oh well I probly will not ever see him again, so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no biggee&lt;/span&gt;.  But we had 11 people sign up to host a sewing party.  And we sold so much, I think we made at least a thousand, if not two or three thousand dollars. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Splendid.&lt;/span&gt;  They have this new program called &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invisible Academy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  They take kids who have been affected by the war and that have potential and put them into secondary school (which is not free for them).  It is a boarding school, so they are&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; safe&lt;/span&gt; from rebels.  They also give each child a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mentor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who is in their 20s and lived through the rebel stuff (night commuters, some kidnapped, etc) and have made their way through school and are doing something with their lives.  It costs $70 a month to put a kid through school completely.  This seems really expensive to me, but I wonder how much my college education averages out to in a month.  I do not even want to think about it.  Oh, and there are 250 kids in the Academy right now (150 girls and 100 boys).  So wonderful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I could do more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113345942151063366?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113345942151063366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113345942151063366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113345942151063366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113345942151063366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/actually.html' title='actually'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113345888934804990</id><published>2005-12-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:41:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like one way streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oblivious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113345888934804990?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113345888934804990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113345888934804990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113345888934804990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113345888934804990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/12/so.html' title='so'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113333314830650975</id><published>2005-11-29T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:45:48.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness and Structure</title><content type='html'>Nose Spray really sucks.  This is my new discovery.  So do allergies and being sick.  Post-nasal drip is not fun as well.  And when I open the bottle of Nyquil I start shaking and gagging... taking it is like a form of torture.  I have to plug my nose and then the tast fills my mouth... even typing about it is making me gag and make faces.... I really hate nyquil.... but I love that it often just knocks me out.... I need to get some nyquil capsules (altho technically the liquid is better for your throat, i don't care at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough about my disgusting sickness.  Which leads to the point of doctors and their diagnoses.  So every year I get a cold and am put on cold meds and such.  It is right around November when it hits in.   Last year, right before Thanksgiving, I got an ear infection and an ulcer on my throat.  But anyways, the point here is that I am always diagnosed with a cold.  But upon realization today that my problem is allergies, I have to wonder how long that has truly been the problem.  I think that I could have had allergies every year, but they just kept treating me for colds, which does not really solve the problem.  that sucks.  oh and I heard the other day that doctors prescribe their own children less antibiotics than patients.  It is partly because there is research that antibiotics are not good if taken too often, because your body will become immune.  But also that other parents want a quick solution and often feel that antibiotics are the only way to go.  This summer I was prescribed for the same staff infection anti-biotic three times, on the third time my mom did not let me get it, because she didn't want me to become immune, and because it is just not good for me.  Which leads us to the problems in the structure of the pediatric system.  Why do we put these doctors in power, but then when they tell us to get rest and drink water, demand a quick and "real" solution.  So I wonder if they have to take a class on parent pleasing, because I am sure that is a huge component to their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another structural problem I was reading about today is that of health care for the impoverished.  See the poor people in third world countries are facing huge epidemics of disease.  However they cannot get treatment because they cannot afford it.  However, they cannot make money because they cannot get better to get a job.  Through this process, the people in power are pushing down those who have no money and keeping them in this powerless state.  It is only through the help of modern day heroes that the sick and poor get the treatment they need.  I read about a doctor that has a clinic in Africa, I think, that he opened up.  There he is helping victims of aids and malaria, as well as other disease victims.  He has a system set up where they are given treatment, and then moeny is given to a caretaker (usually a friend) who will administer the drugs and make sure they are getting what they need.  They are also given food to feed a family of five, so that there are not situations where the patient is eating a lot and the rest of the family is starving. I think this is such an awesome thing.  i would love to go do this somewhere.  Oh and the doctor treats the patients the same, if not better than, his patients back in the states.  He now switches between the two areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I cannot write any more.  But I just wanted to get out some thoughts... look at how I have become a soc major... "the problem is structural, put in place by our society"  haha I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113333314830650975?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113333314830650975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113333314830650975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113333314830650975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113333314830650975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/11/sickness-and-structure.html' title='Sickness and Structure'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113268132252991209</id><published>2005-11-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:42:02.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at work again</title><content type='html'>Funny how I always have new posts between seven and eleven or so in the morning... odd that it coincides with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;work hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  haha  But yeah I am just sitting here, today should have been a busy day... but now I know how to do everything so it goes really fast.  I already got the Bid ready, took a paper to Ontario (yes all the way to Ontario where my nemesis is, that story to follow), and made a new file... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all before 8:30&lt;/span&gt;.  So now I have nothing to do, because certified payroll just is not as fast as me... so it won't get done before the break.  That does suck, but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Mr. Ontario.  Last week I had to take the asphault test results to Ontario.  I get there and hand them to this guy at his desk in the jobsite trailer, and I say "Here are the test results."  He said, "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; or the asphault." I was shocked, but just laughed it off and said it was the asphault.   But I got in the car and I was super pissed at him.  Because he was laughing and the other guy in the office was just kinda like duh (in a stupid voice, he did not do anything).  So I brought it up in my &lt;strong&gt;gender and sexuality&lt;/strong&gt; class (way to get the &lt;em&gt;feminists&lt;/em&gt; riled up haha jk) and my teacher said it was a classic case of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  That because he had the power in the situation he could make an inappropriate joke to make me feel uncomfortable.  eh.  I was not super upset about it anymore,  but I did like getting the class of track for a few minutes.  The discussion switched to something else and we used like &lt;strong&gt;20 minutes &lt;/strong&gt;of class time.  Although half of it was from "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;topper"&lt;/span&gt; having to tell stories to beat mine.  ugh.  I do not like that she feels the need to top any story.  Even if whatever she has to say is not relevant at all... do not even get me started on this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today! I am so excited.  Super tired tho, so Vanja is going to have to keep me awake.  And maybe some &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Red Bulls&lt;/span&gt; will help with that too.  Oh I can leave work in 20 minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113268132252991209?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113268132252991209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113268132252991209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113268132252991209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113268132252991209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-work-again.html' title='at work again'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113259445565227297</id><published>2005-11-21T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:34:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>I couldn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last night.  It was terrible.  I got in bed at 10... but couldn't sleep  because my lovely roommates were singing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas songs&lt;/span&gt; (plus I just couldn't sleep)... so I went in the living room and joined in, as I took my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyquil&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (makes me shudder just thinking of the liquid discomfort)  Then it was back to bed at 11, where I continued to lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Talking to God.  Hearing Kell listen to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas songs&lt;/span&gt; and talk on the phone next door.  But do not get me wrong, noise doesn't keep me up.  At midnight I turned on the laptop to watch a dvd, but a few people imed me, because aim came on.  So I had someone texting me til about 1 30, that was nice.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Would have been nicer if I was sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  It was just such a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;horrid&lt;/span&gt; night for sleeping.  I was just so fitful.  What a fun day today will be.  Oh to awake after not really sleeping, what a terrible feeling that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was up on time and had extra time to watch the news while I ate cereal.  That was nice.  It is rare that I watch the news, except I have started watching it in the morning.  It is good to see what is going on in the world.  PresidentBush tried to leave a press conference, but the door was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;locked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so was the other, so he had to go back kinda onto stage, and then exit through the backstage.  I am not a huge bush hater, but it was kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113259445565227297?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113259445565227297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113259445565227297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113259445565227297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113259445565227297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/11/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113232839684368496</id><published>2005-11-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:39:56.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>... came out last night... amazing!  haha  Actually I thought it was a good movie overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the book... then be  prepared for a lot of missing things.  They will probably not be noticed if you have read it more than a month ago, but seeing as i just re-read it, I picked up on many things.  For instance, there were no house-elves, but that was widely known previously.  Also, Fred and George did not have their whole wand and candy business, they had a few shots of them selling things, but nothing like the book desribes.  Also, no time at the Dursley's, so no ton-toungue candy for Dudley.  Oh, and the Quidditch scene was very very short, seeing as it was the world cup and had huge importance in the book.  That was quite sad, the crowd wasn't too happy when it ended abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you did not read the book and are just in it for the movies... then it is a great catch.  Everything is developing in this book, the dark side, romance (Harry and Cho, Vicktor Krum and Hermione), and more.  It is darker than the first three, and Harry and Ron seem to be going through adolescene, which will be of greater importance in the fifth movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to I, the faithful book reader and movie watcher, I really liked this movie.  I understand that they needed to cut some things out, and while I did miss some of the regular things of Hogwarts (there is almost no actual time in class), I did enjoy the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see it.... review of Pride and Prejudice to be seen later, as I plan on seeing that this weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113232839684368496?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113232839684368496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113232839684368496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113232839684368496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113232839684368496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-113215922869452240</id><published>2005-11-16T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T08:40:28.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumpy morning</title><content type='html'>My neck &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;.  Probably from sleeping on it the wrong way.  And I was late to work this morning.  After I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coughed up a lung&lt;/span&gt; at my apartment.  But  Vanja was awake with photo stuff spred all over the kitchen, meaning she probably did not sleep.  So at least I got some sleep (6-7 hours?)  And I am convinced my day can only get &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;... I mean I am going to take a nap!  And Harry Potter is&lt;strong&gt; tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;!  oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I have made &lt;strong&gt;10 hats&lt;/strong&gt; for Uganda.... once sold, that is 150 dollars to go straight to the kids.  It is so exciting!  The hats are &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; cute too... I want like a million, but I cannot afford anymore, so I will stick with the one that I made.  Oh, and I am going to host a hat party with TonFace at his house on next Wednesday.  So if anyone is in the area and wants to do it, &lt;strong&gt;let me know.  &lt;/strong&gt; It will be a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you didn't get the memo, I switched the photo a day thing to my myspace.  But then I got too busy and couldn't even do it there.  So no more photo a day.  But maybe I will just post on here more now.  Then delete the whole thing when I go abroad, so I can turn it into a Salzburg journal... and whoever shouldn't read this, won't be able to! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-113215922869452240?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/113215922869452240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=113215922869452240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113215922869452240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/113215922869452240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/11/grumpy-morning.html' title='grumpy morning'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-112993931462085964</id><published>2005-10-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:01:54.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo a Day</title><content type='html'>So Emily showed me this woman's site (&lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;www.dooce.com&lt;/a&gt;) where she has a photo a day... and I want to do that too. My photos will not always be new, most might be old school actually... but yeah, let's see how long I can keep this up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #1&lt;br /&gt;This is a perfect description of me... I love dancing like I am ghetto and singing like no one is watching, altho I really do want everyone to watch. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5089/455/320/IMGP2944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-112993931462085964?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/112993931462085964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=112993931462085964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/112993931462085964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/112993931462085964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2005/10/photo-day.html' title='Photo a Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
