<?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-5466511345645894666</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:41:45.885-06:00</updated><category term='BEACH'/><category term='picky foods'/><category term='salon'/><category term='running'/><category term='up do'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='Im going to the BEACH'/><category term='Atlanta'/><category term='premier jewelry'/><category term='perms'/><category term='junior league'/><category term='music fest'/><category term='the bounty hunter'/><category term='call of the week'/><category term='asian diner'/><title type='text'>Stories from Meg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-8143211520631399109</id><published>2011-03-20T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:23:29.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few changes</title><content type='html'>So we have changed the wedding date. It will be November 20th at 5pm in Jamaica. We are really excited about this and this feels more like our style. We officially moved in to our Texarkana apt. We haven't moved our furniture yet that will be next weekend, but I did bring a lot of stuff down here this weekend. We have a three bedroom/2bedroom townhouse style apt, and one of the bedrooms will me used as car guys man cave, where he can play darts and keep all of his stuff in there. We went to target last night and got a futon for his man cave and we decided to sleep on that and spend the first night in our new apt. Needless to say futons aren't very comfortable and it was a long night so we are just hanging around and resting today trying to catch up on our sleep from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-8143211520631399109?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8143211520631399109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8143211520631399109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8143211520631399109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-changes.html' title='A few changes'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7927890784494469954</id><published>2011-03-08T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:29:27.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately.</title><content type='html'>1. I have been traveling like crazy. I go to Texarkana pretty much every weekend. We like to travel so we have been to Dallas and Shreveport the last two weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The lease for the apt is up at the end of the month and I am thinking about transferring schools. I have already checked in to the colleges around there and all of my hours would transfer so I wouldn't loose a thing. The long distance this just really doesn't work for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandpa who had Alzheimer's died Sunday night. I am very sad, but also a little relieved. He was in such bad shape and the family hated seeing him like that so it is nice know that he is in a better place now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We got a townhouse in Texarkana. Its 3 bedrooms and two baths. So we have room if people want to come visit :) I can honestly say I am happier than I have ever been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have slowed down on the wedding planning. Honestly a destination wedding sounds wonderful. We have even talked about eloping. The wedding planning is just too stressful and tedious for me. We will probably make a final decision on what we will do and I will let y'all know. Unless we elope, then it will be a surprise ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for now. Please pray for my family, especially my grandma because we will be burying my grandpa on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7927890784494469954?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7927890784494469954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/03/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7927890784494469954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7927890784494469954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/03/lately.html' title='Lately.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-512100849045608261</id><published>2011-02-17T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:42:11.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date</title><content type='html'>So I'm pretty sure the date for the wedding is going to be January 21, 2012. Not really sure of anything else yet. I have still been going back and forth on the weekends to Texarkana. He is hopefully coming here this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Also, my grandpa isn't doing to well. They think he had another stroke (don't remember if I talked about the first one). He is in the hospital and we really don't know much more than that right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope to get better about posting soon, I life has felt hectic and crazy lately but hopefully will get back to normal soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-512100849045608261?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/512100849045608261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/02/date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/512100849045608261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/512100849045608261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/02/date.html' title='A Date'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1699005134412830328</id><published>2011-01-26T16:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:58:43.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The exciting news......</title><content type='html'>Some people have already guessed it, but yes I am ENGAGED. Car guy asked me to marry him two weeks ago yesterday. I am excited, but also overwhelmed at the same time. I'm overwhelmed because car guy and I are living apart right now. He took a job in Texarkana as the finance director of a car dealership there. So right now we just see each other on the weekends. I will move once I finish with school, which will most likely be in August. Or depending on when the wedding is, I may just hang out here till then. I have no details of the wedding and have not made any decisions for anything yet. Right now I am just taking it all in. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the ring and the weekend after the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TUCl5q5HRaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ON5jtFxaeWQ/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TUCl5q5HRaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ON5jtFxaeWQ/s320/Picture+009.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TUCl-A3OCJI/AAAAAAAAANY/nI1r9dKoUBE/s1600/Picture+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TUCl-A3OCJI/AAAAAAAAANY/nI1r9dKoUBE/s320/Picture+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been out dancing at the ghost bar in Dallas in this picture and that's why I look all red and sweaty!! I feel like my hand looks super awkward in this picture also, not sure what the deal was, maybe camera angle or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1699005134412830328?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1699005134412830328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/01/exciting-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1699005134412830328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1699005134412830328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/01/exciting-news.html' title='The exciting news......'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TUCl5q5HRaI/AAAAAAAAANU/ON5jtFxaeWQ/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3812764214386936103</id><published>2011-01-19T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:43:07.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The year 2011</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be very exciting and I have lots of things to share, but I cant just yet because not everyone who reads this knows yet. I want all of my close friends and family to know before I share with everyone else. Hopefully I will be able to share by early next week. Sorry to keep everyone waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3812764214386936103?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3812764214386936103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3812764214386936103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3812764214386936103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-2011.html' title='The year 2011'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1899485692530566981</id><published>2010-12-03T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:19:26.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I haven't posted in awhile because I am exhausted! Not really sure why but I am. Hopefully this will end soon because I have a lot to do this holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went shopping the day after Thanksgiving and had a blast! Got up at 2:30 and shopped till 10a.m. I am officially done with all of my Christmas shopping and have 90% of it wrapped. I even got a tree (it's a white one, I couldn't have a fake green one because I have had real ones my whole life). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I officially live with car guy now. That's right we are living in sin. I debated even posting about this but what I figured what the heck! Everyone has their own opinions about it. For us it just made more sense because I was always over there anyways and it is saving me money on rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am going out to dinner tonight with I guess at this point is my old roommate. We are going to eat Mexican and I am already hungry and can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am soooooo glad that it is Friday. I felt as if it would never come. I had a lot of errands to run this week and believe it or not I got them all done. (Our school was renovating this week and we had the option of not being there and it didn't count against us so I took advantage of that a couple days this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1899485692530566981?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1899485692530566981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1899485692530566981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1899485692530566981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-on-friday.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1964283778938158326</id><published>2010-11-19T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:21:39.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. Excited its friday! Don't really have anything too exciting planned. School tomorrow, dinner and a movie with a good friend and laundry on Sunday! There is tons and I am not excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Texarkana last weekend to visit car guy's family. Had a absolute blast and i wish we were still there! We will see them again at Christmas though so not much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is the first Christmas in my 26 years&amp;nbsp;that I will wake up Christmas morning and not be with my mom and grandparents. It will definitely be different, but I think I'll be alright ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thanksgiving is next week and I'm so excited, but for the wrong reasons. I can't wait for the ads and for black friday. My mom and I have been shopping black friday for as long as I can remember, so I will easily give up my Christmas so that way we can spend Thanksgiving with my family and my mom and I can still shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. School has been kinda frustrating lately.....I know I always talk about how great it is but sometimes just like everything it has its moments. Just thought I would share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1964283778938158326?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1964283778938158326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1964283778938158326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1964283778938158326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-on-friday.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7643627514866589015</id><published>2010-11-10T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:00:19.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years ago....</title><content type='html'>(I have never shared this story before and have been debating over it for a few days, but I figure if it could possibly help one person than it was worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago today,&amp;nbsp;I was dating a guy named Stephen. We met my sophomore year of college. We were basically inseparable from the day we met. We dated for about 5 months before we moved in together, which is really crazy to me looking back because I was only 19 years old. I never thought twice about my decision. We moved in together and immediately started playing house. We got along great and rarely had disagreements. We were so young, but for me this is what I had always wanted. I wanted to get married young and have kids young. However, this wasn't in god's plan for me. Stephan and I talked a lot about marriage and he too wanted to have kids young. We were renting a house and were looking into buying a house to start all of our dreaming in. I felt my life was complete, there was nothing more I wanted. I was going to school to be a teacher and I had a great boyfriend and we were going places, we had a future together. Stephen loved to hunt. He hunted every weekend of hunting season. I mean every weekend. He would hunt with anyone who would go with him. His favorite though was to hunt with his dad. 5 years ago today he went hunting with his dad. This would be the day that changed my life. He got up at 3:00 am to meet his dad. He was running late because they were supposed to be leaving at 3. I don't remember much about that morning but I do remember I though he had left, but he came back into the room and kissed me and told me he loved me. I got up that day and got ready for work. He called me while I was getting ready for work and told me about how he had just missed a huge deer. This was the last time I talked to him. I went to work that day as usual. I got a call at about 3:30pm from his mom telling me that Stephen's dad had broken his leg and they were airlifting him to baptist east. She asked me to call Stephen and tell him to drive his dad's truck home from the woods they were hunting in. They were hunting in Selmer, TN which is about an hour an a half from here. This didn't make sense to me because I figured Stephen would have had to be the one who called to get his dad airlifted to the hospital. I called him anyways and he did not answer. A few minutes later Stephen's mom, Kay called me back. She sounded upset, so I asked her if she wanted me to meet her at the hospital cause I was almost done at work. She said she did so I finished up what I was doing. She called me back a third time and told me I needed to get there soon. I left work as fast as I could and I kept calling Stephen all they way there, but he wasn't answering. I never thought much of him not answering. I assumed he was driving his dad's truck back and probably knowing him had the windows down and the radio up. I got to the hospital and there was a man waiting for me at the door. He asked me if I was Megan and I said yes, I thought to myself "wow this is so nice they have someone waiting for me to show me where everyone is". While we were walking his aunt walked up and was crying. I figured Stephen's dad was in really bad shape. We walked around to a room where Kay and a few other people were standing. She walked up to me and hugged me and told me that Stephen had died. I was so confused. What had happened. How was this happening to me? Things like this didn't happen to me...I had heard about crazy things like this but they had never happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7643627514866589015?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7643627514866589015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7643627514866589015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7643627514866589015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-years-ago.html' title='5 years ago....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-4780263151686143464</id><published>2010-11-09T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:44:39.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate whistling. It drives me crazy! Its like nails running down a chalkboard for me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car guy and I are going to Texarkana (his family lives there)&amp;nbsp;this weekend. Every six weeks he gets a three day weekend, which is nice because I feel like about every six weeks we need a break from our busy lives. I am super excited and therefore I feel worthless this week. I will probably be worthless the week after we get back to. Funny how vacation does that to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for Thanksgiving. This is awful but I love waking up Thanksgiving morning and reading the ads for black Friday. I absolutely love black Friday and my mom and I have been shopping the day after thanksgiving for as long as I can remember. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car guy's engine is blown on his car, so he had to get a new one. He got a Volkswagen CC, so now we are both Volkswagen owners :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got new stations today at school. Every month we move stations. Its based on our percentage of attendance. Me and my beauty school bestie are still next to each other. Probably cause we manage to miss the same days, not really sure how that happens. Oh wait, its probably cause we text each other the night before if we aren't gonna be there! Ha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Guess that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-4780263151686143464?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4780263151686143464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4780263151686143464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4780263151686143464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5418763999952378913</id><published>2010-11-04T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:22:15.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been hacked....</title><content type='html'>Yep... I have been hacked. Someone somehow got into my AOL account and is sending out all of this junk mail to EVERYONE in my contacts list. I have had my email account since I was in 7th or 8th grade, so everyone includes people that I have been friends with at any point since then and sent them an email. It also includes people I go to church with, worked the church nursery with and so on and so on. These emails sometimes are ads for things that are not so much appropriate. This time is was a list of different drugs. This is also the second time it has happened. This first time was when I was on the cruise and honestly since I was out of the country I didn't think much of it. I thought this would be an easy problem to fix. Wrong! So I tried to change my AOL password. Well to change my password, it asks me a security question. The security question is what is the name of your school. Like I said I have had the email address since I was in the 7th or 8th grade. I have tried entering in EVERY school or combination of schools I have ever been to and none of them seem to be the right answer. It has the option to click here if you forgot your password. So I clicked on it, and it wants to know the name of the person on the account and the home phone number and the last 4 digits of the credit card in which your account is billed to. I don't pay for AOL, but I did have AOL, back in the day when you did have to pay for it and I'm pretty sure whatever credit/debit card this was billed to back in 1996 probably no longer exists.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sooooooooo I called the 800 number to try and explain the situation. The 800 number sucks. It was an automated person who wants to know all of the same information the computer does. Then it asks me to say the first 3 letters or numbers of my AOL email address. It then tells me it cant find it on record. Really? I use it everyday so I'm pretty sure its there. I hit every option the fake&amp;nbsp;teleprompter person gave me and the closest I ever got to talking to a real person was that if I would like to talk to a live person I would have to pay to upgrade my account. Are you kidding me? So I don't know what to do. I thought about telling them I would upgrade my account just so they would put me through to a real person, but right now that is my only option. I deleted all of my contacts except for a few close friends and family who I know won't get mad or think my computer is sending them viruses if it happens again. I'm hoping if the hacker tries to send out a mass email again before I figure this out then he/she might be discouraged when they see I only have like 5 contacts now, but who knows. Any suggestions? I'm desperate.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5418763999952378913?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5418763999952378913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-been-hacked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5418763999952378913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5418763999952378913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-been-hacked.html' title='I&apos;ve been hacked....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-4352747044812484809</id><published>2010-10-28T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:34:24.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't say something nice don't say anything at all</title><content type='html'>Today at school I let my school bestie cut all my hair off. I like it. I think it's a really stylish haircut. I have gotten all kinds of compliments on it. But I have also gotten A LOT of rude remarks, such as "Why would you cut all of your hair off?", "What happened to all your hair?", and even a straight up "I don't like your hair". I don't really understand this. When I was younger my mom taught me or maybe it was the Bambi movie ha ha that if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all. Now my good friends I will tell them if I don't think something looks good such as a shirt or something, but honestly I don't think I would tell them that I didn't like their hair or something personal like that because if they like it then that is all that matters. I just really don't understand how so many people could have no manners! Do they not realize how hurtful these things could sound or how rude it is and that they could hurt someones feelings? I'm just glad I was raised right and that I watched Bambi as a kid! I will post pictures of my new hair soon. I would do it now but I would kind of feel like a dork taking pictures of myself at work! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh and I just had the best one yet. I got "oh don't worry it will grow back". I responded with "oh I'm not worried cause I'm not the one that doesn't like it". I mean are you freaking kidding me?? What is wrong with people? I seriously do not get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-4352747044812484809?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4352747044812484809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-cant-say-something-nice-dont-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4352747044812484809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4352747044812484809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-cant-say-something-nice-dont-say.html' title='If you can&apos;t say something nice don&apos;t say anything at all'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3833135040137423464</id><published>2010-10-26T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:25:00.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDL5bLEqHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o1Ar0XBwkR8/s1600/Picture+014.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDL5bLEqHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o1Ar0XBwkR8/s320/Picture+014.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found this quote on one of the apps on my iPhone (yes dad there's an app for that). I feel like it is so true. Especially about things and decisions I made when I was younger. So many times I would decide I just HAD to go do certain things that when someone would give me a reason against that I just didn't listen. This is particularly true in a past BAD relationship I was in. Everyone kept telling me this guy wasn't good for me but I so badly wanted to prove everyone wrong so I didn't listen to anything anyone told me that was negative. Everything happens for a reason though and god has a plan for everyone and sometime you have to go through some bad things to get to the good ones. I am happy to say that I am certain that I have all good things and positive people in my life right now and I am so very thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And no I'm not advertising for AT&amp;amp;T (ha&amp;nbsp;I wish&amp;nbsp;I was getting paid to advertise for them)it just happened to be the ad at the bottom of the page when I took the picture. Although I do have AT&amp;amp;T and I love it and think they are great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;~Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3833135040137423464?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3833135040137423464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-positive-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3833135040137423464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3833135040137423464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-positive-thinking.html' title='The Power Of Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDL5bLEqHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o1Ar0XBwkR8/s72-c/Picture+014.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7067041584968117525</id><published>2010-10-25T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:12:57.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to say Happy Birthday to my dad! Today is his birthday, and I am super excited because at the end of the week he and my step mom&amp;nbsp;will be here visiting. Happy Birthday Dad!! My dad is a super cool guy to hang out with and we always have a great time together. Can't wait for this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhp9XT4nI/AAAAAAAAANA/fWnph44NbWk/s1600/Picture+008.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhp9XT4nI/AAAAAAAAANA/fWnph44NbWk/s320/Picture+008.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Car guy and I finally carved our pumpkins last night. We figured we had to get it done since Halloween is Sunday. I finished mine last night. The face is a little high up on my pumpkin because I was nervous about putting it too low. Go figure! Ha. Car guy didn't finish his pumpkin last night cause we were watching American Greed while we were carving and apparently he was a little distracted. (Maybe I should be concerned?) Like I said before I carved an albino pumpkin, and it was really cool because even all the goop inside was white. I'm not really sure what color I expected it to be, I guess I didn't really think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhug54caI/AAAAAAAAANE/ru1Ma2kUjWI/s1600/Picture+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhug54caI/AAAAAAAAANE/ru1Ma2kUjWI/s320/Picture+005.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhxdvgB4I/AAAAAAAAANI/VX60dmrBodY/s1600/Picture+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhxdvgB4I/AAAAAAAAANI/VX60dmrBodY/s320/Picture+006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXh0_A17_I/AAAAAAAAANM/Q-pYt2zLPC4/s1600/Picture+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXh0_A17_I/AAAAAAAAANM/Q-pYt2zLPC4/s320/Picture+007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7067041584968117525?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7067041584968117525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7067041584968117525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7067041584968117525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMXhp9XT4nI/AAAAAAAAANA/fWnph44NbWk/s72-c/Picture+008.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3043234801089643725</id><published>2010-10-24T22:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:50:00.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Picture Overload</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago my friend Christy and I went to the Ingram Hill album release party. Ingram Hill is a local Memphis band that has had a couple (I know at least one) radio hits. Christy is a hard core Ingram Hill fan and we actually went on a road trip for her 30th birthday and saw Ingram Hill and Thriving Ivory in Mobile, AL. It was a really fun trip and we decided we would take another road trip for my 30th birthday. I'm thinking the beach! But I have a few years to think about it. Anyways here are two pictures of the band&amp;nbsp;from the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDFll74VKI/AAAAAAAAALo/o3uzL4PbPKI/s1600/Picture+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDFll74VKI/AAAAAAAAALo/o3uzL4PbPKI/s320/Picture+001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDG9ziCrkI/AAAAAAAAALs/AZ7iMXUoKbY/s1600/Picture+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDG9ziCrkI/AAAAAAAAALs/AZ7iMXUoKbY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also here are some pictures of a few of the updo's I have done recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHcvOLdJI/AAAAAAAAALw/dWVMCKZIhcQ/s1600/Picture+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHcvOLdJI/AAAAAAAAALw/dWVMCKZIhcQ/s320/Picture+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHfrItCYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gWQo_jRGRpk/s1600/Picture+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHfrItCYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gWQo_jRGRpk/s320/Picture+004.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHufWQCdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/byiaaITs3zk/s320/Picture+007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHxzYJ53I/AAAAAAAAAME/fSbLXISAZU0/s1600/Picture+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDHxzYJ53I/AAAAAAAAAME/fSbLXISAZU0/s320/Picture+008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDH1CIYmxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uDQszbOCcOA/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDH1CIYmxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uDQszbOCcOA/s320/Picture+009.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDIPGoIo_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JcrY8jRx4RA/s1600/Picture+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDIPGoIo_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JcrY8jRx4RA/s320/Picture+016.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDITuV-rZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SD5TnY6aGiw/s1600/Picture+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDITuV-rZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SD5TnY6aGiw/s320/Picture+017.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDIXHbc10I/AAAAAAAAAMo/n9kxDsBOngs/s1600/Picture+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDIXHbc10I/AAAAAAAAAMo/n9kxDsBOngs/s320/Picture+018.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that look like I'm at a laundry mat are from when I worked the dispensary at school. Not sure if everyone knows what the dispensary is or not but it's where we hand out supplies like towels and the manicure and pedicure kits and conditioner and stuff. We all have to take a turn working the dispensary and its actually kind of fun cause you get a break from everything and still get credit hours and points for working on your mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5466511345645894666-3043234801089643725?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3043234801089643725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/hair-picture-overload.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3043234801089643725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3043234801089643725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/hair-picture-overload.html' title='Hair Picture Overload'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMDFll74VKI/AAAAAAAAALo/o3uzL4PbPKI/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2700283020146802317</id><published>2010-10-23T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:01:28.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnU3nj9OI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F5UPgkXKPbQ/s1600/Picture+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnU3nj9OI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F5UPgkXKPbQ/s320/Picture+001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carrie Underwood was really good. Bill Currington opened for her and Sons of Anarchy opened for Billy Currington. She is an amazing performer. Here are some pictures from the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnYOUjgJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Tlrgrf2AmhI/s1600/Picture+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnYOUjgJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Tlrgrf2AmhI/s320/Picture+002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnbl41isI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TQEDZpH4NtM/s1600/Picture+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnbl41isI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TQEDZpH4NtM/s320/Picture+003.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNne1N02qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-cLQWtSZZ1U/s1600/Picture+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNne1N02qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-cLQWtSZZ1U/s320/Picture+004.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats were pretty good. I'm actually surprised at the quality of pictures that my iPhone took. Normally I feel like the iPhone doesn't take that grand of pictures but last night it was a good night for the iPhone. Thursday night however the iPhone did not have a good night. Car guy and I went to Ubee's to hang out with Devan (my friend from Beauty School) and her boyfriend. We sat outside and I had my phone in my back pocket. (Note to self : putting your phone in your back pocket while you are out is an extremely BAD idea.) Anyways it feel out on the concrete causing half of the glass on the front to shatter. It still works and I can still see the screen, but it just sucks big time. But oh well another life lesson learned ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2700283020146802317?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2700283020146802317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-night-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2700283020146802317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2700283020146802317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMNnU3nj9OI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F5UPgkXKPbQ/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2322318317348553025</id><published>2010-10-22T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:29:00.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I got sick (probably from the weather changes) last week so that's why my blogging slacked up a little. Not that I'm a regular blogger anyways, but I try to do at least a post a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Car guy and I got an albino pumpkin to carve and will hopefully do that this weekend, since we both have&amp;nbsp;some time&amp;nbsp;off. If it looks decent I will post a picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm finally starting to feel like I have some balance in my life between work, school, and friends. It only took 10 months but ya know adjusting takes some time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I downloaded the new Sugarland CD at midnight on Tuesday when it came out (I'm a dork, I know). And I am so loving it. It has been all I have listened to this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I learned how to curl hair using a flat iron. A lot of people know how to do this and I couldn't quite grasp it until this week. I love curling hair that was because I feel like the curls last a whole lot longer and don't fall as much with a curling iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2322318317348553025?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2322318317348553025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-friday_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2322318317348553025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2322318317348553025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-friday_22.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1123831531973715674</id><published>2010-10-21T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:26:48.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night I am going here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMC84h7vZjI/AAAAAAAAALg/ePFiZo4Zu4k/s1600/fedexforum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMC84h7vZjI/AAAAAAAAALg/ePFiZo4Zu4k/s320/fedexforum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMC9yMNJJYI/AAAAAAAAALk/mmvL3LeZFcE/s1600/carrie-underwood-engaged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMC9yMNJJYI/AAAAAAAAALk/mmvL3LeZFcE/s320/carrie-underwood-engaged.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am SOOOOOO excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1123831531973715674?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1123831531973715674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1123831531973715674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1123831531973715674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TMC84h7vZjI/AAAAAAAAALg/ePFiZo4Zu4k/s72-c/fedexforum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2980243759491441449</id><published>2010-10-08T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:15:56.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I finally have pictures to post and have tried to post them all week and for some reason they are not uploading to the blog. They are on my computer but I can't get them to transfer to here?? So hopefully I will figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My sister is coming this weekend so that should be fun. I'm also going to touch up her highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have finally gotten to a point at school where I have "regulars". I like that because it gives me a chance to interact with the customers more and find out what they like and what they don't like when I do their hair. I have two appointments next Friday back to back and I think that's kind of neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love that its about to be fall, but I hate the back and forth weather we are getting right now. One week its cold and the next week its hot so in about a month everyone will be sick and passing it around. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm actually excited to go to school tomorrow. (normally I dread school on Saturdays, cause everyone else is at football games or doing fun stuff and I am at school.) I started cosmetology school as something that I thought would be a fun career and everyday it turns more and more into a passion. I absolutely love it and I am so glad I decided to do it. I just wish I would have known that this is what I wanted to do when I graduated high school and I could have saved myself some time and some money. But ya live and ya learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2980243759491441449?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2980243759491441449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2980243759491441449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2980243759491441449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5957501148674066542</id><published>2010-09-29T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:37:41.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip</title><content type='html'>I had every intention of putting up pictures from my vacation when I got back. Sunday, when we got back car guy was playing with my phone when it froze up for a second and he decided to just turn it off and turn it back on (I have an iPhone). Well lately when if my phone gets turned off it wont come back on without being reset. Well this time that didn't happen. It wouldn't come back on at all. So Monday I took it to the AT&amp;amp;T store and they told me to take it to the apple store. So I took it to the apple store and the guy there told me that he would have to do a hard reset on it (whatever that means) and it would take about 15 min and it would delete all my contacts and stuff I had on my phone and that I would have to re-sync it with my computer at home. Well since I had no other choice and I hate not having a phone I said to go ahead with the reset. Well needless to say it deleted ALL of my pictures that were on my phone. I thought if I went home and did the re-sync they would come back, but they didn't and I cant find them on the computer so I'm not sure if they are even on their still. I am soooo sad about all of this because I had about 150 pictures on their from all kinds of stuff and now they are all gone. I do have pictures from our vacation on my camera but my work computer doesn't have the program to upload them. I haven't had a chance to upload them to my home computer yet but as soon as I do I will post them and put all the details of my vacation up! We had a great time and actually drove down to Pensacola and went para sailing before coming back home. We had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;I'm back at school and I am loving being a senior. It's a lot more freedom, and I get my own station now. I was having to drag all my stuff in and out everyday in this suitcase. Let me just tell you that suitcase with all the stuff I need is HEAVY to have to get in and out of the car everyday! So now I can keep everything I need at my station and can forever say goodbye to carrying around a suitcase! That's all that has been going on with me pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5957501148674066542?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5957501148674066542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5957501148674066542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5957501148674066542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-trip.html' title='My Trip'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2149314537187452324</id><published>2010-09-15T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:51:11.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant win for losing</title><content type='html'>The phone has rang of the hook today!!! And they have all been the most long winded people in Memphis. I think there is a long winded club meeting going on today and they are all sitting somewhere taking turns calling me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are leaving on our cruise tomorrow. Tropical Storm Karl is also turning into a hurricane and it looks as though our paths might cross a little. Now I know that they wont let us get on the boat if it's not safe, but even if it is safe I will be so upset if it rains the whole time. So please pray for our safety and for my boyfriend's happiness, cause if I'm devastated because of the rain, I'm sure I might rain on his parade a little and might effect his happiness. Ha. I like my little analogy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2149314537187452324?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2149314537187452324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-win-for-losing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2149314537187452324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2149314537187452324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-win-for-losing.html' title='Cant win for losing'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-6438794786433376721</id><published>2010-09-14T19:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:12:40.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday car guy and I went bowling after work. We had both had stressful weeks so it was the perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;was to just relax and have fun together. I grew up bowling, both my mom and dad bowl and have been on bowling leagues, and I was on a bowling league last summer. Now I'm not an awesome bowler but I am not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;horrible either. Here were our scores from the second game we bowled.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TJAAI9fKN3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bDDShbkSNSU/s1600/Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TJAAI9fKN3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bDDShbkSNSU/s320/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score is on top and his score is on bottom. He told me he doesn't like bowling with me. He doesn't like the fact that he gets beat so bad by a girl. Ha! He had suggested we go and play putt putt (he played on the golf team in college). I promised him he would kick my butt every single time in putt putt no doubt, cause I am terrible!!!!! There is a putt putt course on the cruise so we will have to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. My sister came in town, which is always fun. We get along great now and always enjoy each others company. We are six years apart so when we were younger, like when I was 12 and she was 6, we didn't really have all that much in common. Friday night car guy and I went over to some friends of ours house and then we ended up at flashbacks. I don't know if I have talked about flashbacks before or not but this place really is a blast from the past. The people that go there all look and act as if they are caught in the 70's, so it is a fun place to go and just people watch and have a good time. Saturday, my sister and I had lunch at Huey's and then went and saw the movie Going the Distance with Drew Barrymore. It was hilarious, and I would definitely recommend it. Saturday night we went to a party at car guys boss' house. I was soooo tired Saturday night but we ended up staying till 1 am. Sunday I went to lunch with my mom and we went to the Germantown festival. It's like and arts and crafts fair and it was a lot of fun but it was really hotter than I expected it to be. Then I just came home and started the laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave to go on the cruise in 1 day. We are getting up at 4 am Thursday morning and leave out of Mobile, AL, so it's a 6 hour drive. We have to be on the boat by 2:30 and the boat leaves at 4 pm. The we have a day at sea and then Cozumel (we decided not to do anything in Cozumel, I wanted to swim with the stingrays and he wasn't crazy about the idea and we thought about doing the zip lines but decided we would just walk around and shop and then go to Senor Frogs. My brother and sister and I love Senor Frogs and if you have ever been there you know why. They always have a party going on!) and then we have another day and sea and then we are back in Mobile on Monday at 8 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the reason I am officially crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TJAK6grkXZI/AAAAAAAAALY/O6UuobchII8/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TJAK6grkXZI/AAAAAAAAALY/O6UuobchII8/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I traded my old Beetle and bought ANOTHER beetle! For those of you who know me and are trying to figure out how many I have had this is my 4th Beetle. I have owned a silver hardtop, an orange hard top, a navy blue convertible with a tan top, and now a white convertible with a black top. So I feel like I am officially a crazy Beetle lady! But I have good reasoning behind it. This is the last year they are making them so I had to get a last year edition one. I also got 0% and my payments are going to be significantly lower, so I figured why not!!! Plus, is what I would like to do is the next time I have to get another car, (like if I ever need a 4 door car for something) I would like to not trade the Beetle and just get another car and just keep the Beetle looking nice and use it for fun and maybe one day it will be worth something and if not I could always save it and give it to my kids one day, but I'm sure by the time I have kids those cars will be so "uncool"! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I don't blog tomorrow I definitely will on Tuesday with pictures from the cruise! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the week and weekend cause I know I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-6438794786433376721?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6438794786433376721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-officially-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6438794786433376721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6438794786433376721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-officially-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m officially crazy!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TJAAI9fKN3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bDDShbkSNSU/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5084764571078208584</id><published>2010-09-02T08:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:54:00.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TH7n0tlRUVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_zmgMVZgm3M/s1600/Picture+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TH7n0tlRUVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_zmgMVZgm3M/s320/Picture+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first picture....this lady and her dog came into the dealership where I work and well I just HAD to take a picture of this!!! I have never seen a dog that would be that calm and wear sunglasses! The dogs nails were painted pink to match the pink bow and the pink sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TH7o2TkJTCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7SKQ_spAxy4/s1600/Picture+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TH7o2TkJTCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7SKQ_spAxy4/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me and my beauty school bestie girl Devan (from the bowling student appreciation day that I talked about)....I have a guy friend named Devin as well, so we always refer to her as girl Devan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the famous perm pictures. This is actually one of the perms from my test out. 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For starters I don't personally send out these mailers, a company does it for us and no I don't know who they are nor do I have their phone number! So I was wondering do these people call Walmart when they send them an add in the mail? Or Firestone when they send out coupons in the mail? Probably not. They waste more time calling up here complaining to me about the flyer that took up sooooo much space in their mailbox than if they just throw it in the trash. I mean really people please just throw it in the trash for pete's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another exciting note, I am officially done with the practical portion of the junior test out, now all I have left is the written portion. THANK GOODNESS!! and i will officially be a senior for the rest of the time I am in school. Scary. It is crazy to think of how fast the time has gone by. This year of my life has gone by really fast so hopefully graduation will feel like it is just around the corner. Then it will be find a job time, which will be scary again! I have some pretty good connections though so I'm hoping those will come into play when the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done so much better on my perms lately and I even took pictures of what I would say is my best perm yet, unfortunately I cant get the pictures to load to the computer, but as soon as I do I will put them up so you can see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen days until me and carguy take our cruise to Cozumel. I can wait! It will be a much needed break. A small break but a nice one. We leave out of Mobile, AL on a Thursday and get back Monday morning. I will definitely post pictures of that! That's about all that is exciting in my life right now. Friday night carguy and I are going to Zoo Brew with some friends of ours. Zoo Brew is held at the zoo and they have over 100 beers from different parts of the world that you can try. I have always wanted to go but every year when I go to buy tickets they are sold out, but this year I lucked out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7749314945943037219?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7749314945943037219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7749314945943037219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7749314945943037219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-dont-understand.html' title='The Things I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5194841756682281251</id><published>2010-08-23T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:50:14.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile! I have been so busy lately! This week I am testing out of the Junior class to be a SENIOR!!! I cant believe it has gone by so fast. I will be a senior for about a year though so now is when it will probably start to slow down a lot. So here's a recap of what has been going on....my teacher made me do my first haircut and color on a client a couple of Saturdays ago to help me get over my fear. It helped a lot but I am still a little scared. This upcoming week is student appreciation week and on Thursday school is closed and we are going bowling instead! I'm really excited about this cause they are giving away prizes (like hairdryers and curling irons) and I really hope I win one! My sister came in town this weekend to visit and we went to Olive Garden Thursday night, Friday night I went and had dinner with my friend Sally and then went and met up with car guy and some friends of his that were in town. Saturday i went to school and then came home and highlighted my sisters hair again, well I just did the touch ups that needed to be done, and then went to Salsa for dinner with car guy and his friends. Sunday, me and my sister and car guy went to breakfast and then Sunday afternoon me and car guy went to the lake and went jet skiing with some friends of ours. We ended the weekend with dinner at The Boiling Point and it was a blast. Car guy and I are going on a cruise to Cozumel in September and I can hardly wait. i am counting down the days and the things that I need to get together! I will keep better updates (according to my step mom I have been slacking lately! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5194841756682281251?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5194841756682281251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/08/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5194841756682281251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5194841756682281251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/08/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7967236562092223897</id><published>2010-08-03T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:48:22.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are able to do anything on the clinic floor now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cut, color, and do whatever to people's hair on the clinic floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't supposed to happen for another 4 weeks. I haven't even been through Color 3 or Sculpture 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of a teacher being let go we only have one teacher for the juniors and seniors. The seniors get him on Tuesday all day while we are out on the clinic floor. And we have him in the classroom the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This terrifies me. I am one of those people that I don't feel confident if I don't know all of what I am supposed to or if I have not mentally prepared for something (yes I know you can't mentally prepare for everything in life, but if I could trust me I sooo would!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I have been worrying about this for quite some time now. I know I just need to get the first one over with and it will be a piece of cake from there. I know that I am in school to learn. But I am learning that I am a perfectionist. I am afraid that if I mess up on my first school haircut or color that I will be afraid to do more of them. I have cut several people's hair, but I knew them. I even highlighted my sisters hair. I swore up and down I would NEVER do her hair cause she would be my toughest critique and if I messed it up I knew she would probably make me cry and tell everyone (maybe even people she met in line at wal-mart that I messed up her hair). Ok so maybe I'm over exaggerating about her a little...but really it's just a little.. you see dramatics runs in our family and me and my sister tend to get a little over dramatic SOMETIMES ( you know I lova ya sam!). But needless to say her hair turned out good and she loved it. But my fear is still the strangers that walk in off the street that scare me most. But I am working on overcoming it. So I am on the floor again on Saturday and I will let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably rename this blog confessions of a worryacholic! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7967236562092223897?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7967236562092223897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7967236562092223897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7967236562092223897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2640237307635561749</id><published>2010-07-20T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:36:06.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE PERMS!!!&lt;/span&gt; (That's with a capital HATE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2640237307635561749?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2640237307635561749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/perms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2640237307635561749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2640237307635561749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/perms.html' title='Perms'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-633985522626661422</id><published>2010-07-19T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:34:24.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Random Post</title><content type='html'>Outside my window: cars and sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The time is: 6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel: better than I did Saturday&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking: about the future way to much!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to: meet a friend after work for a drink&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing: A black dress and Zebra heels&lt;br /&gt;I wish: Everything would fall into place soon :)&lt;br /&gt;I am reading: Cosmopolitan Magazine&lt;br /&gt;I am working on: planners at work&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping: ....lips are sealed!&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing: My manager talking&lt;br /&gt;Around the house: I need to finish laundry and straighten up&lt;br /&gt;I bet you didn't know: I have had 3 beetles since I was in high school. 2 hard top ones and one convertible. What can I say I think they are adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do: Go to the pool after work with car guy and relax and talk about our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the fun! Copy and Paste on your blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-633985522626661422?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/633985522626661422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/633985522626661422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/633985522626661422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-random-post.html' title='Little Random Post'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7523954882775331394</id><published>2010-06-25T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:54:18.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friiiiiiday!</title><content type='html'>On the border tonight for dinner with my sister and some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow and then a possible manicure and pedicure and then a relaxing evening cooking dinner on the grill and then watching a movie with car guy. (I am excited cause this is the first Saturday night we haven't had plans in awhile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we are going to the Vesta Home Show. We have been watching My First Home on HGTV at night sometimes, so I was able to convince him to go to the home show with me. I will be curious to see what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday it is car guys birthday. I have a couple of ideas of what I'm going to do for it but nothing definite yet. Hopefully I will decide over the weekend. Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7523954882775331394?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7523954882775331394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/06/friiiiiiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7523954882775331394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7523954882775331394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/06/friiiiiiday.html' title='Friiiiiiday!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3182204743608632311</id><published>2010-06-23T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:02:27.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Still house sitting for my friends who are in Hawaii. It makes me want to buy a house sooooo bad! But I am not going to do that until I have at least finished school. But it has been fun playing house that's for sure. I live in a house now that my roommate owns, but its different when you have a roommate. I have been trying to cook most nights I have been there since I can take advantage of a big kitchen and a grill outside. I am definitely not used to the big dog named Lucy they have though. My roommate has 2 little dogs and they get a little hyper but for the most part are pretty calm when you are watching t.v. and stuff. Not Lucy, the moment I try and sit down and relax (which is usually about 10 or 10:30 these days) she wants to play with a toy or be up in my face, I am really not a pet person (not sure why they asked me to watch their dog cause they know this ha ha!)so this kind of gets on my nerves. Then I feel guilty cause she has been in the house since I left at 8 in the morning and if I was in the house all day like that I would probably be excited when someone finally came home too. I am going to try and cook fried rice tonight. Try being the key word there. I "tried" to make Asian fried rice and chicken one night for car guy and the chicken was really dry and the rice had a funny taste to it. I'm not sure if it was because it was Asian fried rice or if I just screwed it up somehow. It was probably me that screwed it up, needless to say we went to Taco Bell that night even though car guy tried to tell me it was good, I knew better! I really would like to go see the new Toy Story movie, but I don't want to see it in 3-D. The only 3-D movie things I like are the ones at Disney World and Universal Studios and places like that. We did facials at school today, and after I do 2 more I can give them to clients. I also learned how to wax eyebrows yesterday. Waxing someones eyebrows makes me a little nervous but I'm sure over time I will get the hang of it. I am still nervous about working on clients too but the more practice I get the less nerve racking it becomes. So I guess everything just comes in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3182204743608632311?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3182204743608632311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordful-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3182204743608632311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3182204743608632311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7381287570761280899</id><published>2010-06-14T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:40:54.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior</title><content type='html'>I am officially a junior now. I had my first client Saturday. She just wanted a shampoo and condition though so it wasn't that bad. I am still nervous for Wednesday which is the next day I will be on the floor. I don't really have much to report I had to babysit Saturday night and on Sunday me and car guy went to the pool during the day and then went to Huey's to eat dinner with some friends of mine. I am going to be house sitting for my friend Beth and her husband while they go to Hawaii so we had dinner with them so she could give me all the instructions for taking care of their dog and their plants. They are going for 12 days and I am super jealous. When Beth comes back from Hawaii, we are going to see the Eclipse movie at Midnight, which I am super excited about!! Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7381287570761280899?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7381287570761280899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/06/junior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7381287570761280899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7381287570761280899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/06/junior.html' title='Junior'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1185427878215410515</id><published>2010-05-28T16:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:19:17.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Bad Blogger and My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I have been an awful blogger lately! Atlanta was awesome though! We drove up there Thursday night and got there at about 2 am Atlanta time. We got up Friday morning and ate Dunkin Doughnuts for breakfast. (That's my favorite!!) Then Friday afternoon we went to the outlet mall, where I get a new coach purse and some other goodies. Friday night we went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner and it was delicious as always. Saturday we went to the Aquarium and let me just tell you going on a Saturday was a bad idea we got run over by like 14 strollers and there were kids everywhere! I think we were the only people there without kids. It was still fun though. Saturday night we went to the Braves game and it was a blast. Sunday ate Mexican for lunch and then headed home. We had a blast and would have loved to stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is my birthday weekend. For those of you who know me my birthday is a huge deal to me. My birthday is actually on Monday. Well today Atlanta boy who most people refer to as car guy sent me flowers at work, which was a huge surprise. The reason i say this is because if the boy buys me a bag of m&amp;amp;m's at the grocery store he would call me and tell me about it before he saw me. He cant keep a secret to save his life! So I was very proud of him for not telling me and letting me be surprised. He is a pretty awesome guy who spoils me probably a little too much!But I am definitely NOT complaining :) They had a little birthday party for me at work today and that was really sweet! I have worked here for 6 years! I started here when I was 19, and that seems like sooo long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I am going to see Sex and the City 2 with the girls and we are getting dressed up to go see it and I am sooo excited. Tomorrow night we are all going cosmic bowling for my birthday and then Sunday I am laying by the pool and the going to Spaghetti Warehouse for dinner. Monday I am off work and (its my birthday if I haven't already mentioned that ha ha)and I am just laying by the pool and the barbecuing with my family! Hope y'all have a great Memorial Day weekend! &lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be a Junior, June 8th and I am super nervous. I can work on real clients then! I can only do roller sets, perms, and manicures and pedicures, but I am still really really nervous about it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1185427878215410515?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1185427878215410515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/05/atlanta-bad-blogger-and-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1185427878215410515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1185427878215410515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/05/atlanta-bad-blogger-and-my-birthday.html' title='Atlanta Bad Blogger and My Birthday!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-740631238109956009</id><published>2010-04-27T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:04:32.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premier jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior league'/><title type='text'>May Happenings</title><content type='html'>I took my first test as a sophomore and got a 97 on it. Hopefully that is a good sign of what is to come for the next 8 weeks. I signed up to volunteer at Memphis in May and I am working music fest on Saturday and Sunday and I'm starting to regret it a little. I know I will have fun but I have just been so busy lately that I would really love and appreciate a weekend where I could just relax and have nothing to do. I am actually going to get one too. I am going to Atlanta for a long weekend May 13-16. We are going to a Atlanta Braves game and going to eat at the Cheesecake Factory which I am super excited about. I am going with a boy who I am not quite ready to talk about on my blog but if this long weekend goes well then I will officially talk about it when I get back ;) He also says he has a surprise for me while we are down there, so I will let y'all know what that is when I get back as well. I am no longer selling premier, because it is time for me to renew and I really don't have the time required to do it anymore. I do plan on picking it back up once I graduate because I figured while I am cutting hair I could let all the women look at a premier jewelry catalog ha ha. I am also thinking about joining Junior League either this year or next. My biggest concern with joining it this year is that I don't know if I would have the time to dedicate to it like I would like to. I have till I think May 16th to make a decision so I will let ya know what I decide on doing. I permed my mannequin's hair today but I can't get my computer to upload the picture so when I do I will post it. Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-740631238109956009?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/740631238109956009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/740631238109956009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/740631238109956009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-happenings.html' title='May Happenings'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2484894221241469287</id><published>2010-04-19T13:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:53:18.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged in a while....so it's a picture overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;So I haven't blogged in a while and I figured I would just let y'all know whats been going on. I got my hair highlighted about a week ago and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yis3ZojmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lNES_k4IHis/s1600/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919339762978402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yis3ZojmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lNES_k4IHis/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather here has been BEAUTIFUL and I have eaten on the patio at On the Border more times than I have needed to! But I have been with some of my best friends so it made it all worth while. This is a picture of me and my roommate on the patio at On the Border. (you can see my highlights in this picture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiraZQfJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kbpolESDbkA/s1600/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919314796903570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiraZQfJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kbpolESDbkA/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a sophomore on Tuesday.... Yay!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started haircutting and highlighting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my mannequin that I shaved. I uploaded the pictures in the wrong order so the hair goes from short to long ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiq_85jaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eETuKoct5V4/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919307698638242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiq_85jaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eETuKoct5V4/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiqi-Ir0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/4IgcPd-EWp0/s1600/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919299919195970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiqi-Ir0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/4IgcPd-EWp0/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiG28SmBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MaoczfNeu7U/s1600/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918686804875282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiG28SmBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MaoczfNeu7U/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Kate Gosselin hair cut. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiGq-9ETI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rHYJ7LukaOE/s1600/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918683594821938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiGq-9ETI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rHYJ7LukaOE/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiGWbg_0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/SamfpJ0WdOM/s1600/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918678077472578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiGWbg_0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/SamfpJ0WdOM/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiFtyCQXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G1eL1uLYHfI/s1600/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918667166073202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiFtyCQXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G1eL1uLYHfI/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiFGO2rOI/AAAAAAAAAII/ltM1gRUZy7A/s1600/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918656549530850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yiFGO2rOI/AAAAAAAAAII/ltM1gRUZy7A/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhjGBSTyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h6T-g6awoO0/s1600/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918072377069346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhjGBSTyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h6T-g6awoO0/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a stacked hair cut. (My least favorite as of now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhivdUgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XeU7M7rz9dI/s1600/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918066320638626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhivdUgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XeU7M7rz9dI/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhiHLgukI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gs6w_w_S6Wc/s1600/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918055508523586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhiHLgukI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gs6w_w_S6Wc/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhhxCaThI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KaEu_V8PGLE/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918049564773906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhhxCaThI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KaEu_V8PGLE/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhhMNEWvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/h_VhPRACkZ0/s1600/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461918039677360882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yhhMNEWvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/h_VhPRACkZ0/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my highlights. These are a little harder than I expected but I personally don't think they look that bad considering it was my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ygp1AQcYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aqXhQNMM2Uc/s1600/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461917088556806530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ygp1AQcYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aqXhQNMM2Uc/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ygpVhgCpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mjrRrvpcQF0/s1600/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461917080106306194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ygpVhgCpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mjrRrvpcQF0/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ygpCyNI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3BE_3Nn3cb8/s1600/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461917075076096850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ygpCyNI1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3BE_3Nn3cb8/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ylXEQR9oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qCuqgQlzBOM/s1600/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461922263791171202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ylXEQR9oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qCuqgQlzBOM/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ylWp_DajI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hTLPF7PokAM/s1600/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461922256739592754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8ylWp_DajI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hTLPF7PokAM/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2484894221241469287?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2484894221241469287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-havent-blogged-in-whileso-its-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2484894221241469287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2484894221241469287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-havent-blogged-in-whileso-its-picture.html' title='I haven&apos;t blogged in a while....so it&apos;s a picture overload!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S8yis3ZojmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lNES_k4IHis/s72-c/Picture+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7781416080390149634</id><published>2010-03-31T15:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:10:25.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be kind of random. I got a 92 on my test yesterday. I am pretty proud of myself for how well I have done in school. If only I had applied myself half as much as in high school and college as I do now! ha. We are doing color this week in school. Today I dyed my mannequins hair a reddish color. I will try to remember to take a picture of it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up alcohol for lent. So the last time I drank was February 14th. Not that I'm an alcoholic or anything but this has been a little hard. I do drink casually when I'm out with friends and things like that so its definitely different when your always drinking water. I have learned a few things about myself by not drinking, like that I can still go out dancing all night and not have a single drink. (I was the designated driver and I have to say I didn't mind at all, I actually liked having fun and not waking up feeling yucky the next day.) I'm actually not sure when I will drink again. I think it has helped me lose weight though. I have lost 13 pounds since January and would like to lose 13 more. I guess we will see how that goes though. Here are some of the hair styles we have been learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzM2zmtKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9AdbxpCH0-Q/s1600/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454900607127565474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzM2zmtKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9AdbxpCH0-Q/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzMVVSBBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lKzjiDEC1C4/s1600/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454900598142010386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzMVVSBBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lKzjiDEC1C4/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzMIY2POI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3WvW5NEHzt4/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454900594667306210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzMIY2POI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3WvW5NEHzt4/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzLwYAg9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/b_wCMLyPgjQ/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454900588221334482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzLwYAg9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/b_wCMLyPgjQ/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzNmf7LbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4spq3pYVTmg/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454900619929922994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzNmf7LbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4spq3pYVTmg/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am totally in love with all the cutie headbands. A girl at school had one and I totally am loving it and had to get myself one. (And I think I look a little creepy in this picture, but I wanted to show y'all the cutie headband! ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7Ozbw8ZEfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QkeQdwzOfYI/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454900863251845618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7Ozbw8ZEfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QkeQdwzOfYI/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7781416080390149634?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7781416080390149634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/rambling-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7781416080390149634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7781416080390149634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/rambling-wednesday.html' title='Rambling Wednesday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S7OzM2zmtKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9AdbxpCH0-Q/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1614437283009525788</id><published>2010-03-19T15:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:13:47.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bounty hunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salon'/><title type='text'>Skipping School</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am skipping school. I am going to observe at a local salon in Memphis and I am very excited about it. I met a girl last weekend who works at the salon and she graduated from the same school I'm going to and also goes to my church. She suggested I come by one Saturday and observe and it just happen to work out for this Saturday. I figured it's never to soon to start looking at salons and see which ones I would like to work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really liking the time change. Even though I still don't get off work till after dark, it still feels earlier, I guess because it stays light so much later. I really wanna see The Bounty Hunter this weekend, but not really sure if I will get to. Maybe Sunday after church I will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another up do I worked on at school today. Its a french twist with pin curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz2bNjuvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aBRuzSaWgZI/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450468090391542514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz2bNjuvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aBRuzSaWgZI/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz2H6xliI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gehIGG4lldA/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450468085212485154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz2H6xliI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gehIGG4lldA/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz1fo2RfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kva5K5DRwvk/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450468074399876594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz1fo2RfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kva5K5DRwvk/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz04YghlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9yE2_EyGLeM/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450468063862359634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz04YghlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9yE2_EyGLeM/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6P2nLMn_kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UElu3S7iB0Y/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450471126929505858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6P2nLMn_kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UElu3S7iB0Y/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1614437283009525788?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1614437283009525788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/skipping-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1614437283009525788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1614437283009525788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/skipping-school.html' title='Skipping School'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S6Pz2bNjuvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aBRuzSaWgZI/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2695203766951117129</id><published>2010-03-15T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:37:07.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Up Do</title><content type='html'>I have been sick again lately. This is the second time in two weeks!! Its so aggravating! I had to go back to the Dr on Saturday and get a shot and more medicine. Ugh. I don't think I ever really got over my first sickness is what the problem is. Hopefully this time it is gone for good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been doing much, still juggling school and work. I volunteered to work at Memphis in May this year. I think it should be really fun. I usually go but have never worked it. So this year I am signing in the Bar-b-q teams. (Maybe I'll meet a cute bar-b-q guy ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much else to say, we took a test today at school so I will let y'all know how I did sometime this week. Here are some pictures of a  new up do we learned. Its pretty basic you just twist the hair in the sections and then basically tie them all together to make a headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S553-AV2onI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Adxdnh0XsX8/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448924506292134514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S553-AV2onI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Adxdnh0XsX8/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5539sUJsdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1keuQNAw23c/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448924500916285906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5539sUJsdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1keuQNAw23c/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5539ZZ4xzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sp7CJ6IN0Sk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448924495840069426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5539ZZ4xzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sp7CJ6IN0Sk/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5539GwvK0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/aPU_P8rrxMM/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448924490835635010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5539GwvK0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/aPU_P8rrxMM/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5538pJnHaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D4Zci7A_dEo/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448924482886901154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5538pJnHaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D4Zci7A_dEo/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2695203766951117129?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2695203766951117129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-up-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2695203766951117129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2695203766951117129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-up-do.html' title='New Up Do'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S553-AV2onI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Adxdnh0XsX8/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-275806383105774039</id><published>2010-03-09T14:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:11:42.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water day</title><content type='html'>So today at school we had a test. I got a 99 on it. I know I should be happy but I mean really a 99? That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; close to a 100 it just aggravates me. But oh well its still an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, so at school whenever we do a hair style or we are learning something new, we always have to wash the mannequin's hair before we do anything. So today while I was washing my mannequin's hair I got a little too much conditioner on my hands. So I grabbed the hose to rinse the conditioner out of my mannequin's hair and when I turned the water on the hose slipped out of my hand and end up spraying me. I got soaked! My t-shirt was all wet, my pants were all wet and half of my hair was all wet. It was quite embarrassing! My friend from school thought this was just hilarious though. I was more embarrassed cause there was an actual client a few chairs down who saw the whole thing! The worst part is on the first day of school they warn you about this happening and tell you to make sure you are holding on to the hose tightly cause you could end up getting soaked. Leave it to me to make sure that happens!!! Then when I got to work I spilled water all over my desk, so apparently me and water are not having a good day today ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures from cosmic bowling the other night. They are kinda fuzzy and dark but again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; from my awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3aLI74QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rJ8Yc35Tokk/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446742459645944066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3aLI74QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rJ8Yc35Tokk/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3Z2E8LEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G0dhiFNI86I/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446742453992041538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3Z2E8LEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/G0dhiFNI86I/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3ZRW2TqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NWcgV5oU8Lg/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446742444135042722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3ZRW2TqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NWcgV5oU8Lg/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3ZIGRL-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TNPooZz7NiY/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446742441649582050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3ZIGRL-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TNPooZz7NiY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3Y1mw6SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vx9CGm5vjLM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446742436685605154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3Y1mw6SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vx9CGm5vjLM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-275806383105774039?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/275806383105774039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/water-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/275806383105774039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/275806383105774039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/water-day.html' title='Water day'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5a3aLI74QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rJ8Yc35Tokk/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5985489879676230644</id><published>2010-03-05T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:33:52.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>Today on Kelly's Korner she is talking about what she does on a typical day. So here is my typical day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day starts at 6:30ish usually. I get ready and head to school about 7:45ish. School starts at 8:30 and I leave at 1:30. I have 30 minutes to get to work. I get to work and change clothes and then work/study till 8 or 8:30 depending on how busy we are. Then I will sometimes go to the gym or go home and pack my lunch for the next day and get all my stuff ready to go. Then I try to watch a little t.v. and head to bed about 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I went to the Leann Womack/Reba McIntire/George Strait concert! It was awesome. I got to go with my friend Kim and we had a blast. Here are some pics from the concert. The pictures look like we were really far away but we actually weren't my iPhone camera just sucks! We did eventually move closer about halfway through the concert and sat by my mom and step dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5GiXxjje6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PvadxQ65FCA/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311953790794658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5GiXxjje6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PvadxQ65FCA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5GiXk5KtpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XTVV2clRSog/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311950391785106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5GiXk5KtpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XTVV2clRSog/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going out to dinner with some friends and then we are going bowling. Saturday I have school till 3 and then I have to babysit again for like the 5th Saturday in a row! I love the kids though so I'm not complaining! (and the money is nice too! ha) Sunday, I hope to go to church and then I am going to be LAZY and hang around the house and do absolutely nothing! Unless its nice outside and then I might change my mind!!! Hope y'all have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5985489879676230644?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5985489879676230644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5985489879676230644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5985489879676230644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S5GiXxjje6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PvadxQ65FCA/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-9000767901889620574</id><published>2010-03-02T16:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:01:30.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Nail Art</title><content type='html'>So today at school we worked on our nail art and started our pedicures. I'm doing my pedicures tomorrow. I don't really have much to say today. I watched the bachelor last night while I was running on the treadmill. ( Its the first time in a week I have worked out since I was sick and needless to say I am feeling it today.) Anyways, I cheated and already knew that Vienna was going to win. Now I'm not going to say that I am Team Tenley either cause I read that shes not as sweet and innocent as she seems, but who knows. My favorite was Alli and I am excited that she is the new bachelorette. So here is the nail art I worked on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VXSlXTZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f1Rnkgwqk9U/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171751918882194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VXSlXTZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f1Rnkgwqk9U/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do a fireworks theme. But it didn't really turn out like I had envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VW-pO_jI/AAAAAAAAADw/FkZAt5Kezqc/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171746566405682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VW-pO_jI/AAAAAAAAADw/FkZAt5Kezqc/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my Easter egg. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VW67jbuI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEIcwGdLuLc/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171745569500898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VW67jbuI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEIcwGdLuLc/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-9000767901889620574?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9000767901889620574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-nail-art.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/9000767901889620574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/9000767901889620574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-nail-art.html' title='More Nail Art'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S42VXSlXTZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f1Rnkgwqk9U/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-8567211368841530492</id><published>2010-02-28T15:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:36:21.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Art</title><content type='html'>So this week and next week in school we are learning how to do a basic manicure and pedicure. This week it is the manicure part. We also are having a nail art competition on Thursday and have to enter 3 nails in it. So on Saturday we all practiced and these were mine. I will try to take pictures of the ones I actually enter in the contest. They looked a little better in person but with the glare the look a little fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one definitely looked better in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rm8BHcTUI/AAAAAAAAADg/ENvBJaTMdgk/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443417018396855618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rm8BHcTUI/AAAAAAAAADg/ENvBJaTMdgk/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This on is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rm2wA0afI/AAAAAAAAADY/QIxF0mPMPSo/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416927906327026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rm2wA0afI/AAAAAAAAADY/QIxF0mPMPSo/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rmxCBPdwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Sz-TU8DL25M/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416829660722946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rmxCBPdwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Sz-TU8DL25M/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I am absolutely loving school, I am just so busy lately. After school yesterday I had 3 hours till I had to babysit. I took this time to hang out at the house and rest. I got up today and we to early church then ate lunch at on the border and then came to work from 12-5. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind being at work cause I use that as study time. After work I am going to meet a friend of mine for dinner and then we are going to see a movie, not sure which one yet though. Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; had a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-8567211368841530492?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8567211368841530492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/02/nail-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8567211368841530492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8567211368841530492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/02/nail-art.html' title='Nail Art'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4rm8BHcTUI/AAAAAAAAADg/ENvBJaTMdgk/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1115849081988275242</id><published>2010-02-22T16:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:40:49.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been absent in the blog world. I still read and try to comment when I can. I have been so busy lately. I go to school from 8:30 to 1:30 Tuesday through Friday and 8:30 to 3 on Saturdays. And I also work full time Monday through Friday. I have 30 min to get from school to work everyday, so needless to say I am super busy. I have been trying to make it to the gym at night and did last week but not so sure about this week cause I have been sick all weekend with a cold or something. So I am going to cosmetology school. Last week was my first week and let me tell ya I absolutely LOVE it!  We have to make a portfolio of the hairstyles we create so I will be sharing those with y'all. Saturday we did some up do's and here are some pictures from mine. It was my first up do so I'm sure I will get better with time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back looks kinda crazy! I'm not really sure why though cause it didn't look like that in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MF6IitaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C3Bka97DIM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441199271077308658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MF6IitaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C3Bka97DIM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGUyGPS6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BvNYRlJXr7g/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441199728908782498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGUyGPS6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BvNYRlJXr7g/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGjGQMQCI/AAAAAAAAADI/_JBsJKVEqmc/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441199974837403682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGjGQMQCI/AAAAAAAAADI/_JBsJKVEqmc/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGaqAEELI/AAAAAAAAADA/p9n8bUCw6pM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441199829814612146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGaqAEELI/AAAAAAAAADA/p9n8bUCw6pM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGQcG_0-I/AAAAAAAAACw/EW-eC1rBmRQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441199654286906338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MGQcG_0-I/AAAAAAAAACw/EW-eC1rBmRQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1115849081988275242?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1115849081988275242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1115849081988275242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1115849081988275242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-busy.html' title='So Busy!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S4MF6IitaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C3Bka97DIM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-4686900027822277300</id><published>2010-01-17T15:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:28:55.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a pretty eventful day. In the morning I went to go look at another cosmetology school. I think I finally found the one that I want to go to!!! Then after that I went to go pick up my car. It finally got fixed and it looks great! Yay. Then me and the roommate went for a walk at Shelby Farms. I didn't realize how long it had been since I had done a lot of exercising, sad I know! And I must say today I am a little sore. The in the afternoon I got to go and meet this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S1N7KurKCWI/AAAAAAAAACg/nSrKdcvxKtQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427817400169531746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S1N7KurKCWI/AAAAAAAAACg/nSrKdcvxKtQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my good friends Mallory had her first baby on Friday. Her name is Paisley Taylor and she is so precious. She was 6 pound 11 ounces. She is very tiny but she is sweet as can be. Makes me want a baby but I think I'll work on the whole husband thing first ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday night me and my mom went to Dillard's to look around before we went and saw this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newarklibrary.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 508px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 755px" alt="" src="http://newarklibrary.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually really cute and I liked it. It was great spending time just me and my mom. It was definitely long over due. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up early and went to church cause I had to work today. Tonight I will go home and finish up my laundry and watch the Kardashians!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-4686900027822277300?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4686900027822277300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4686900027822277300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4686900027822277300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S1N7KurKCWI/AAAAAAAAACg/nSrKdcvxKtQ/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2429739986450318680</id><published>2010-01-13T17:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:04:18.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippers at the Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S05eyiA9gXI/AAAAAAAAACY/bVtyUpVJOPg/s1600-h/AAAAAgKBLXoAAAAAAICK8Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426378823245332850" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S05eyiA9gXI/AAAAAAAAACY/bVtyUpVJOPg/s320/AAAAAgKBLXoAAAAAAICK8Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I was hanging out with this guy. We have been hanging out for awhile now and we decided we would go get something to eat. So he said he would drive. It was 11 o'clock at night so I said I would just wear my slippers since we were probably just going to a drive through somewhere. We couldn't decide where to go so we just drove around and we passed Fox and the Hound. He suggested that we go there and I reminded him that I had on my slippers! He said we don't have to go there if you don't want to. I thought it over for a min and thought what the heck! So last night I went to Fox and the Hound in my slippers!!! And believe it or not I don't think anyone really noticed. Or if they did the surely didn't say anything to me. The slippers kinda looked like those in the picture but mine are black and pink swirl and you can definitely tell they are slippers haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2429739986450318680?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2429739986450318680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/slippers-at-fox.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2429739986450318680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2429739986450318680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/slippers-at-fox.html' title='Slippers at the Fox'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/S05eyiA9gXI/AAAAAAAAACY/bVtyUpVJOPg/s72-c/AAAAAgKBLXoAAAAAAICK8Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-8978425720565895454</id><published>2010-01-12T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:49:14.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday and Rambling</title><content type='html'>Today I went and had lunch at Huey's with my friend Michelle. Michelle and I went to high school together. We also lived in the dorms in college together (we were neighbors, not roommates we thought roommates might be a little much). We also took mostly all the same classes in college so that way we would at least know one person in class with us. We were dorks I know! Now we lead totally different lives, but it is still fun to catch up every once in awhile. She is married to her high school sweetheart and has two beautiful boys and she still looks amazing (after two kids I will probably look anything but amazing haha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought I wonder if vending machines have ever thought of a way to accept debit cards. I would really like a candy bar (not that I need one) but I have no dollar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an update on my sister. The oncologist said that because the tumors are so small right now that chemo would only shrink them and they would probably grow right back. So they are going to let her go back to school and she will go back home in March during her Spring Break to get scanned again and see what has or hasn't progressed. This seems kinda scary to me but I'm not a doctor so I guess it is whats best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-8978425720565895454?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8978425720565895454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-and-rambling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8978425720565895454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8978425720565895454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-and-rambling.html' title='Tuesday and Rambling'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-426712097450714231</id><published>2010-01-11T17:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:48:18.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad start to 2010</title><content type='html'>My 2010 is not starting out to good. My sister had a liver transplant 4 years ago. Her liver was engulfed in tumors. She was 16 when she had the transplant. She goes back to Mayo Clinic every year to be scanned to make sure everything is ok.She goes to Mayo Clinic because she lives in Jacksonville with my dad, she is my half sister.  Last Thursday was her annual scan and they found that she had 7 tumors on her liver. She had to have an emergency biopsy and we found out that it is back. And by it I mean what she has is a form of cancer. I don't really understand all of the details so I don't really have all of the answers. I do know that this is not good. She is going to have to start chemotherapy and has her first oncologist appt tomorrow at 4. She is 19 years old and is a sophomore at Ole Miss. She probably wont be able to go back to school this semester and this is crushing to her. She is going to hopefully take online classes this semester and will probably be able to return in the fall. If you could please put her in your thoughts and prayer I would great appreciate it. This is her first time having chemo so we are all a little scared and are praying this works. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-426712097450714231?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/426712097450714231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-start-to-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/426712097450714231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/426712097450714231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-start-to-2010.html' title='A bad start to 2010'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7278649993304271586</id><published>2010-01-05T19:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:36:30.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is sooooo cold here. And its supposed to snow starting tomorrow night. I have to admit I will be realllllllllllly dissapointed if it doesnt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7278649993304271586?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7278649993304271586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7278649993304271586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7278649993304271586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2321735541655774988</id><published>2009-12-29T14:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:41:10.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was having a great day.....</title><content type='html'>So yesterday when I was pulling out of work heading home I got in a wreck. As I was pulling out of work the guy in front of me was sitting in the middle of the drive way thing talking on his cell phone with NO signal on so i waited and he just sat there so I pulled to the right of him at which point he turned right, right into me. So now my car is all crunched in the front and I only have one head light that works. This sucks because his insurance company hasnt gotten back to me and my car needs to be fixed and my insurance company wants to wait to see whay his will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here are my new years resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Let go of the past and continue moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would love to lose 15 pound but 10 will work also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to cosmetology school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a better friend and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be a better blogger. Ha I have been slacking lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2321735541655774988?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2321735541655774988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-having-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2321735541655774988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2321735541655774988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-having-great-day.html' title='I was having a great day.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-39267499852819822</id><published>2009-11-22T15:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:40:03.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>So I went and saw New Moon at Midnight Thursday night, well I guess technically it was early Friday morning. It was good, I liked it. All the teenie boppers there that had to ooh and aah every time Edward or Jacob came on the screen were great too! Ha ha. I do have to say I am team Edward. Saturday my family and I went and ate at Elfo's for my grandparents 55th wedding anniversary. I hope I can find someone that I would like to be married to for 55 years. So far no such luck. I would rather hold out for the right person than marry the wrong one though that's for sure. Saturday night I went and saw The Blind Side with my friend Lacy. It was really really good. It definitely makes you think. Today I am working and then going to eat at Macaroni Grill with a friend of mine and I cannot wait. I live their chicken alfredo and the cheesecake with chocolate ganache sauce. It is absolutely to die for. I always say I am going to eat that every day in heaven. I believe that you can eat whatever you want in heaven and you don't gain a pound!!! Hope everyone had a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-39267499852819822?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/39267499852819822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/39267499852819822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/39267499852819822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-6566892601421376494</id><published>2009-11-19T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:08:49.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>So after reading Leigh's post about going to see new moon at midnight I immedietly wanted to go. So I called my roommate to see if she would want to stay up till midnight with me and go see it. She turned me down saying that she would be too tired for work the next day:( So I called my old roomate (the one that got married) and asked her if she would want to go. Without hesitation she turned me down as well. So I was super bummmed and was trying to think of someone else who I knew that liked twilight and I could think of absolutely no one!!! The I got the call from the old roomie who I will call B. She asked ok so where is the movie playing. I told her that I knew it was playing at the Cordova movie theather. She decided she would go and she would even go and pick up the tickets for us, but when she got there they were all sold out! So I then called all of the movie theaters until I found one that was not sold out. So Ladies tonight at 12:10 am B and I will be sitting in the movie theather watching New Moon. And I couldnt be more excited!!!!! I will let ya know tomorrow how it is. This will be my first midnight movie and I have always wanted to go see a GOOD movie at midnight when it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-6566892601421376494?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6566892601421376494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6566892601421376494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6566892601421376494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3920165895084978579</id><published>2009-11-16T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:12:32.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's officially official.</title><content type='html'>So I havent posted in a while. So here is what has been happening in my world. I have a new job. Well not really I just work at a different location. I do the same thing ( answer the phones) just different hours. I now work from 12-8. Which is ok, its not great but whatever. Also I added a blog app to my iphone so HOPEFULLY I will blog more now that I can do it from my cell. Thing one thing that I dislike about my new job is my eating schedule. I refuse to eat dinner after work so I have to bring my dinner to work, which probably doesnt sound that bad but the microwave is kinda gross so I wont bring things that need to be microwaved. So I have been stuck eating peanut butter sandwhiches for like 2 weeks almost and let me jsut tell ya that gets old super fast. So if anyone has any suggestions that would be greatly appreciated. Also the people who call over here seem to be a little smarter as I dont really have any strange calls to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3920165895084978579?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3920165895084978579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-officially-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3920165895084978579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3920165895084978579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-officially-official.html' title='It&apos;s officially official.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2265287711181614023</id><published>2009-10-09T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:52:26.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things about me</title><content type='html'>So everyone recently is doing the 10 things you might not have known about me, so here are mine in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Volkswagen beetles. In fact I have had 3 of them and not because I wrecked them just because I traded them in and got new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have an obsession with lip gloss. I have to have it on all the time. Its so bad that I always have a tube of chapstick by my bed just in case I wake up in the middle of the night and need some. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I absolutely LOVE jewelry. That's part of the reason I sell Premier Jewelry. I have tons of it and I rarely leave the house without some sort of jewelry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Quesadillas. If you know me well then you know I pretty much always order them wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have never eaten an orange or eggs. I don't like the way eggs smell. And I don't like how the orange slices look stringy. I am a really weird food freak! I am so super picky. I have never had coffee either now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a love/hate relationship with my job and the guys that work there. They love to drive me crazy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I iron ALL of my clothes. Even my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have naturally curly hair and I usually straighten it. Not this month I have been to lazy ALL month to straighten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am late for work every morning. I am supposed to be there at 7 but I don't actually get there till sometimes as late as 7:20. Good thing I am the first one there so most days no one actually notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I would rather be around a bunch of people than be by myself any day. I think that stems from being an only child. Well I have a half brother and half sister but they have always lived in Florida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2265287711181614023?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2265287711181614023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2265287711181614023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2265287711181614023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things-about-me.html' title='10 things about me'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-4317851497004147716</id><published>2009-10-08T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:20:20.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singleness</title><content type='html'>So I am going to rant for a minute. Do any of you other single girls feel like you are being punished for something and thats why your single. I know I am not being punished for anything. But somedays it feels that way. ALL of my friends are married and having babies. I have three single friends. And on top of that every roommate I have gets a boyfriend within 2 months of living with me! I mean really is this my purpose in life to help my roommates meet people???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited because I had met a boy and we went out 4 times within the first week we met and then I haven't heard from him since. Well I take that back I texted him to see if I had done something to offend him since I hadn't heard from him in a few days and he assured me I had not he had just been busy. Well that was 2 weeks ago! So really your just that busy. Somehow I don't believe that. I know he doesn't owe me anything after a week but it would have been nice for him to say hey just wasn't feeling it or something so I don't sit around for 2 weeks wondering what I did wrong but whatever. Men suck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I sit here single as usual it feels like. I wonder if it will ever be my turn to meet a great guy and be able to plan our lives together or am I just destined to be the roommate match maker?? Sorry if I sound like Negative Nancy in this post I'm usually not I'm just frustrated today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-4317851497004147716?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4317851497004147716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/10/singleness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4317851497004147716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4317851497004147716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/10/singleness.html' title='Singleness'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-282531077904654052</id><published>2009-09-17T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:44:33.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Central</title><content type='html'>I officially work at Gossip Central. I never thought it could be worse than in high school but it soooo is. Adults are so much worse than highschoolers. How is that? All I know is I am absolutely sick of it. It has caused so many fights between co-workers and caused people not to talk. I think it is ridiculous. I don't know if its the business I work in or what. But I need a vacation! So I am taking tomorrow off. ( I had already had planned this day off.) Is it like this everywhere or just where I work??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-282531077904654052?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/282531077904654052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/gossip-central.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/282531077904654052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/282531077904654052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/gossip-central.html' title='Gossip Central'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3956203569023312094</id><published>2009-09-03T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:43:54.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention callers</title><content type='html'>Dear rude customers who call a place of business,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not yell at the receptionist for when you do it makes us not want to help you. I am sorry that your car has a flat tire and is on the side of the road. I did not slash your tires last night to cause this terrible thing to happen to you, therefore yelling at me is not going to help your situation. I understand your angry and I'm sorry about your situation but if you will calmly explain your situation I will be glad to direct your call to the appropriate party, but screaming in my ear does NOT help at all. It just frustrates me as well.  Also, if someone doesnt not answer after I transfer you to this person, please please feel free to leave a message. I cannot see where Suzy went to if she is not sitting at her desk nor do I know if Suzy is sitting at her desk. I can only see what is in front of me. I also cannot get up and go find that person to let them know that you are on the phone (trust me many times I would LOVE to do this)because then all of the other calls would go unanswered. I do not know if the parts dept is taking a nap and not answering calls I cannot see through walls. You also don't need to tell me that you would like to talk to a LIVE person. I will assure you we have no dead people working here so live people is all you get. If they are away from their desk, again leave a message and they will call you back. You do not have to call every 5 min. to check to see if they are back yet. Also when you are calling please try to make it breif for I have a multi line phone which means I have more than one line ringing at a time . So when you call I dont care that your car is blue and you bought it back in 1995 and it had 4 doors and 4 tires just tell me that you need service. And lastly I cannot see the dealership down the street to see if their telephone number is on the sign. I do know however that if you dial 411 that there is an operator who will be glad to look that information up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3956203569023312094?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3956203569023312094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-callers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3956203569023312094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3956203569023312094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-callers.html' title='Attention callers'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-6236495485977750617</id><published>2009-08-31T08:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:48:38.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures at Taco Bell</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written in a while with the cash for clunkers going on I have been pretty busy at work. But now that it's over hopefully I wont be as busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this weekend turned out to be kind of busy. I worked late Friday night and then went out for my roommates birthday. Saturday I had to work in the afternoon and then met up with a good friend of mine for dinner to talk about the crazy men in our lives. Then we went cosmic bowling which was really fun. On my way home from cosmic bowling I decided I was a little hungry and I would stop for some Taco Bell. As I was at the window paying someone knocks on my passenger side window. I screamed cause it scared me half to death. This  guy who knocked on my window proceeds to tell me that he is a good guy and has been out drinking and now needs a ride home. Ummmm hello sketch! Are you kidding me? I proceeded to tell him that it was out of my way for me to give him a ride home, so i would NOT be giving him a ride. ( I didn't want to just be totally rude for fear that he might do something totally crazy.) I mean really what is wrong with people?? And where were the people he had been with or his car? I mean call a cab or a friend to come get you!! Sunday I was lazy and just hung around the house doing laundry and some light cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-6236495485977750617?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6236495485977750617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-at-taco-bell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6236495485977750617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6236495485977750617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-at-taco-bell.html' title='Adventures at Taco Bell'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-4038563656141830085</id><published>2009-08-24T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:42:04.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cash for Clunkers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-4038563656141830085?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4038563656141830085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-goodness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4038563656141830085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4038563656141830085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-949857239311527519</id><published>2009-08-17T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:54:49.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole Miss Bound</title><content type='html'>Friday after work, I left and went to Oxford for the weekend to visit my sister before she starts school. She just recently moved into a really nice house(too nice for college kids if you ask me). Friday night we just hung out and then started watching Copycat but we fell asleep. I hate watching scary movies especially at night. I think that's why I subconsciously might have fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up and cooked biscuits and watched tv all morning. Then we got ready and went to the square and ate lunch at Old Venice. (One of my favorite restaurants). After that we came back to the house and hung out for a little bit before we went to see The Time Traveler's Wife. It was pretty good. I hadn't heard good things about it so I was a little skeptical. Sunday I went home and did laundry and took a nap. Then I got up and went running cause I was feeling a little lazy. When I got back I watched the last half of big brother. I heard that Sheema or however you spell it gets kicked off cause she threw her mic in the pool and its a $5,000 piece of equipment. (Sorry if I spoiled it for anyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a prayer request. One of my close friends Beth, lost her mom yesterday. This was kind of unexpected in a way and she is very upset. Just please pray that she can find peace in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-949857239311527519?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/949857239311527519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/ole-miss-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/949857239311527519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/949857239311527519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/ole-miss-bound.html' title='Ole Miss Bound'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-865948510293723409</id><published>2009-08-13T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:10:28.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Arrival</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling when you wake up late and you know your are late before you even look at a clock? I experienced that yesterday. I woke up at 7:05. I am supposed to be at work at 7:oo. Not good. Whats that? You thought I had a roommate who wold have woken me up to let me know I was late? Yes, I would have thought that too. Umm no she told me that she thought it was my late day. Now let me just say I have lived with her since May. My late days that I have to work are every other FRIDAY, and have been that way for over a year know. So why on a random Wednesday would I have a late day??? Don't get me wrong I love my roommate to death, but let me just say this DUH!!!!!! So I got to work at 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to miss my running club this week cause I volunteered to work late. Not sure which is better money or being skinny? haha. But I did run last night on the treadmill for 22 min. No, I didn't run the whole 22 min just probably 10 or 11 of them. Then I went for a loooong walk. I'm not sure how far I walked I'm gonna guess maybe 2 miles, but it was very relaxing. Tonight is the last night for bowling. We find out how much prize money we get. Since we are in 6th place we probably will only get like $20 dollars. I guess that's better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-865948510293723409?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/865948510293723409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-arrival.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/865948510293723409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/865948510293723409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-arrival.html' title='Late Arrival'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-8489195513108072104</id><published>2009-08-07T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:34:36.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><title type='text'>It's finally FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad its Friday cause I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the placement for bowling. We are in 6th place but are hoping we moved up to 5th place, but we wont find out until next week at the awards ceremony. I didn't bowl too bad. My first game was the best. I got a 141, 123, and the a 99. I think by the last game I was just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my training for the 5k on Monday. It was incredibly hot. I am sooo glad I went though because I ran into a friend of mine from high school. She is single too. When your single its nice to have other single girlfriends. While I love my married friends too, it's nice to know someone can relate to what you are going through. One of my roommate's friends from New York is staying with us, and let me just tell you this girl is great. We clicked right away and the three of us had a blast last night just sitting around and talking. She has that New York accent and I just love it. It makes me want to talk like her. So tonight we are all going out to see what we can get into around town. ha!  Tomorrow I have a surprise party to go to. Now I am wondering, (and this may be a dumb question) do you bring a gift to a surprise party? I was thinking about just bringing a card with a gift card in it. Do you think that is appropriate? Or would just a card do?  I have only been to one other surprise party and I was the one throwing it so I had a gift there. Anyways, I'm just glad its finally FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-8489195513108072104?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8489195513108072104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-finally-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8489195513108072104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8489195513108072104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-finally-friday.html' title='It&apos;s finally FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2754150058405990131</id><published>2009-08-05T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:01:40.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call of the week'/><title type='text'>Call of the Week</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know I work at a car dealership. So this morning I got the call of the week! It might even make call of the year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you for calling xyz dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so bright caller: Ummm yeah is this the dealership located down the street from my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were are you kidding me?? Umm yeah thats us, and I think I passed you this morning on my way to work. Were you the one in your bath robe out in the yard?  Are you seriously kidding me?? Do these people think I have a GPS and can just pull up where they live and how far they are from us?? Ummm no I cant do that nor do I wish I could. Hopefully my whole day wont be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2754150058405990131?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2754150058405990131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-of-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2754150058405990131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2754150058405990131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-of-week.html' title='Call of the Week'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3710775687078272540</id><published>2009-08-02T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:44:58.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back from the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZRHfhuZ4I/AAAAAAAAACA/2yYUS9v-MyU/s1600-h/100_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365565195222411138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZRHfhuZ4I/AAAAAAAAACA/2yYUS9v-MyU/s320/100_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from our balcony in our condo in Daytona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZQtW3WiBI/AAAAAAAAABw/wfo8mEutDBg/s1600-h/100_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365564746220603410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZQtW3WiBI/AAAAAAAAABw/wfo8mEutDBg/s320/100_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZQ4_rUeJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_vrZ5aXjkYs/s1600-h/100_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365564946154551442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZQ4_rUeJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_vrZ5aXjkYs/s320/100_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on my dad's boat in Jacksonville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great trip and it was very relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when you come back from vacation though you should only have to work half days for the week you come back that way you don't wear yourself out to quickly. ha. That would be great, but to bad it doesn't work that way. So back to work I go! I will try to post more pictures but these were just a few to start with until I have time to download all of them to my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3710775687078272540?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3710775687078272540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-from-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3710775687078272540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3710775687078272540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-from-beach.html' title='Im back from the beach'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SnZRHfhuZ4I/AAAAAAAAACA/2yYUS9v-MyU/s72-c/100_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2220566713344464626</id><published>2009-07-24T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:59:34.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEACH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im going to the BEACH'/><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SmoC8oaDgHI/AAAAAAAAABg/qMzaU7tNiwI/s1600-h/jax+beach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362101547000103026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SmoC8oaDgHI/AAAAAAAAABg/qMzaU7tNiwI/s320/jax+beach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow I will be here (Jacksonville, Florida)!!! And tomorrow is also my brother's 21st birthday! So I am sure we will be celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SmoDRm0LVdI/AAAAAAAAABo/xSdchJN4Lq4/s1600-h/florida-daytona-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362101907350050258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SmoDRm0LVdI/AAAAAAAAABo/xSdchJN4Lq4/s320/florida-daytona-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Tuesday I will be here (Daytona Beach)!!!!! I will be gone for a whole week and I am so excited. I am trying to get the hang of this picture thing. So I will take pictures and TRY to post them when I get back. Try is the key word. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2220566713344464626?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2220566713344464626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2220566713344464626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2220566713344464626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/SmoC8oaDgHI/AAAAAAAAABg/qMzaU7tNiwI/s72-c/jax+beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-4834257848264646065</id><published>2009-07-23T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:40:14.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust....</title><content type='html'>So I had a lunch date today. I guess that's what you would call it. It was with a guy from my bowling league I am on. No its not the guy I blogged about originally. The original guy refuses to even make eye contact with me, which makes me feel like I am back at a middle school dance but whatever. So back to this "lunch date" if you will. He&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; texted&lt;/span&gt; almost the entire time. He stopped &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; when I was done eating. How freaking polite. He also took a phone call. Now I wouldn't have minded all this maybe if he said "hey i have this really important job and I cannot miss a single text or phone call that come through". Then maybe I would understand. But come on, call me old fashioned but it was one hour. The lunch hour at that, and I mean really what is that important that you had to answer ever single one??? Or apparently I wasn't that important, which let me tell you is what it makes it seem like when you have to answer every text message, email, and phone call that comes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-4834257848264646065?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4834257848264646065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-one-bites-dust.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4834257848264646065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/4834257848264646065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-9067970756768580680</id><published>2009-07-22T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:46:05.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/Smck38tRKMI/AAAAAAAAABY/ROGSDXi9qxE/s1600-h/Megans+new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361294425015265474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/Smck38tRKMI/AAAAAAAAABY/ROGSDXi9qxE/s320/Megans+new+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got my hair cut like this about a week ago. I have loved it up until this point. Today it is raining and humid. Let me just tell you this haircut + rain + humidity = not a cute look!! So me and some of the other girls at work decided to bring an extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;straightener&lt;/span&gt; and leave it at work for days like today. So hopefully I wont have this problem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like I said I have a new fascination. I LOVE the mystic tan (spray tan). I have been twice in the last 10 days. I love it cause it is instant color. Well not quite instant but after a few hours it shows up. It is so much faster than going to the tanning bed and laying there for 10 or 15 min. I have read a lot of other blogs where people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like it or their color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; turn out right but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; happened to me. Since it is so much safer too I thought about doing that in the winter month everyone in awhile just to keep some color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-9067970756768580680?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9067970756768580680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-fascination.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/9067970756768580680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/9067970756768580680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-fascination.html' title='My new fascination'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/Smck38tRKMI/AAAAAAAAABY/ROGSDXi9qxE/s72-c/Megans+new+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7304499106320076633</id><published>2009-07-21T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:39:39.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian diner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Training for a 5k</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the fist day of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; running club. There were tons of women there, or at least a lot more than I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt;. It went well though. We ran for 1 min and then walked for 2 min for a total of 20 min. This is supposed to build our leg muscles and endurance. We are supposed to try and do it four other times a week, so tonight when I get off work (if its not raining) I plan on going running. I am going to try to run 3 min walk 3 min for a total of 30 min and see how I do. I would really like to turn running into something I make a habit of all the time and I am hoping that training like this for the 5k will be the trick. I have tried running before and have done well for a few weeks but then skipped a day which led to skipping weeks at a time. Ha go figure!  So I will try to blog about my lovely running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and maybe that will keep me from getting burnt out. Does anyone have any tips what to do to help so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get burnt out and I can turn this into a daily habit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually go to lunch with one or some of the girls I work with. We have been trying to be healthy and bring our lunch ( I bring a lean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuisine&lt;/span&gt; pizza). Well today one of the girls suggested Pei Wei for lunch. (Its an Asian Diner for those of you who have never heard of it, I had never heard of it until today.) But we went an hour earlier than I normally go to lunch, so now my afternoon is now all thrown of because I feel like it should be later than it should. But the food was pretty good at Pei Wei. I am EXTREMELY picky about food. For example I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like eggs, oranges, or lettuce to name a few things I will not eat. I am trying to get better about my pickyness, so today I tried crab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;won tons&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like crab the last time I tried it but these were pretty good. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; really even taste the crab, so that was good!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7304499106320076633?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7304499106320076633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-for-5k.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7304499106320076633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7304499106320076633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-for-5k.html' title='Training for a 5k'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-1801289507156025289</id><published>2009-07-17T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:48:07.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight time</title><content type='html'>I skipped bowling last night to get my haircut. It's a little shorter than I would have liked but its just hair it will grow back. Last night after my haircut I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rendezvous&lt;/span&gt; to have dinner with some people from work. I absolutely LOVE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; nachos there. I am sure there is at least 10,000 calories in them but I can't help it I eat them all every time I go there. Then after that we walked down Beale street. Trent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tomilson&lt;/span&gt; was playing last night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kix&lt;/span&gt; on Beale so there were a ton of young kids down there. We ended up at coyote ugly which was fairly crowded. I usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like coyote ugly because there is not much going on there but last night it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to have dinner with a friend of mine that I used to work with. This is my first weekend that I have had the WHOLE weekend off in over a month so I am very excited. So after dinner I want to go home sit on the couch and just relax. Saturday I am going &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; lay out at my friends pool. The weather is supposed to be nice (I think). Saturday night I am going with a bunch of people I work with down to the casino to watch the fights. We have ring side seats in the front row. I think that is awesome. I love going to the fights. We get tickets through work so I have been to the fights before but never sat in the front row. Sunday I planning on relaxing the whole day too and maybe hitting up the pool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-1801289507156025289?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1801289507156025289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/fight-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1801289507156025289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/1801289507156025289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/fight-time.html' title='Fight time'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5889306878022472129</id><published>2009-07-14T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:16:35.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo its been awhile....</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a running program and at the end of it I SHOULD be able to run a 5k. Notice I said should. Watch me be the one person that cant do it. ha. I am also still doing my bowling league. I have had a blast with that. I have made some good friends and we now go out to mulligans and sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; after we bowl. (Well they do, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;!) Tonight I am going to have dinner with one of my good friends who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; her second son. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; it has been a while since we have been able to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; that super busy but for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; reason I am ALWAYS behind on laundry. Its definitely not cause when I get home from work I would rather do anything but laundry. But currently I am at least two weeks behind so finding stuff to wear is pretty interesting to say the least. I am super excited because I am off this weekend. This will be the first full weekend I have had off in over a month. I cant decide if I wanna be super lazy all weekend or if I actually wanna try to be productive. Also I am leaving a week from Saturday to go to the BEACH!! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited. This vacation is long over due. My roommate and I will be driving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/span&gt; to visit my family for a few day and then we are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; where we have a condo on the beach. I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt; So I think I am pretty much caught up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5889306878022472129?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5889306878022472129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/sooo-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5889306878022472129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5889306878022472129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/sooo-its-been-awhile.html' title='Sooo its been awhile....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5835108789549080167</id><published>2009-06-23T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:47:15.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Here are a few randoms for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I badly need a vacation!!!! I am hopefully going to the beach at the end of July, and I am trying to plan a cruise for October. Hopefully, BOTH of these trips workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a new bathing suit yesterday and I am dying to wear it. I will get to on Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; I am taking the day off and am going to work vacation bible school at church and then going to layout the rest of the day!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I really want to buy the movie He's just not that into you. I saw the movie when it was in theaters but I can seriously relate the the main character in the movie. Its on sale at Target this week for $10 along with some cute beach towels that I want. So I think I will be making a trip to target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5835108789549080167?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5835108789549080167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5835108789549080167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5835108789549080167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-randoms.html' title='Tuesday Randoms'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5730068407315442870</id><published>2009-05-29T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:06:12.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>I joined this bowling league with my mom and some of her friends from work. I know it sounds like I am such an old fart. I assumed I would be one of the youngest people there. Boy was I wrong! There were a lot of people my age there. Our team name- we decided we would call ourselves the biggest losers, since we are just there to have fun and bowl. But the league that we are bowling in is called the Thursday Partyers. And man they were not lying. One girl a couple lanes down was taking jello shots. I mean really?? I understand we are all there to have fun but Jello shots at a bowling alley? Are you kidding me? There were tons of people taking shots and they were getting pitchers and pitchers of beer. Now me personally, I dont prefer to mix bowling and alcohol for fear that I might end up throwing myself halfway down the lane along with my bowling ball. But it was pretty funny to watch.   So I met this guy last night at the bowling league ( who didnt appear to be drunk) and we started talking(flirting) whatever and he said he didnt know what he was going to do this weekend, he didnt really have any plans. So I have 4 tickets to the redbirds game and 2 friends going with me so I had an extra ticket and offered it to him if he wanted to go.  Now I just met him last night so I understand it was a little sudden. But he just kind of sat there and acted like he was thinking about it and then he said that he wished I would have asked him a week ago. (Umm ok what you just said you really didnt have any plans this weekend????) So i just said thats ok I was ok I wasnt trying to put you on the spot just offering the ticket and something to do. And he said twice its really not you I promise. So I guess I'm confused you said you didnt have plans and I offered you something to do but now you cant and its not me?? What do ya'll think? And Im ok if it is me cause I understand the fact that if your not feeling it then dont waste my time. But what gives? I need some advice cause the bowling league lasts till August so I will see him once a week for the next 3 months. Just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5730068407315442870?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5730068407315442870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5730068407315442870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5730068407315442870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7867940285394176521</id><published>2009-05-04T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:06:37.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as planned</title><content type='html'>So moving day didnt quite go as planned since it rained ALL weekend long. So we will have to reschedule it. Maybe one day this week but I cant do it this weekend cause I have to work all weekend. So if it doesnt get done before this weekend then it will be two weeks before I get to move. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also crazy and went to Musicfest yesterday. It rained the entire time I was there but it was pretty fun. I bought some rain boots probably about 3 years ago that I finally got to put to use. So other than being rained on it wasn't half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go work late at our other store cause someone called in. I would complain but I haven't had overtime in awhile so it kinda works out. Then I have a volleyball game on Thursday. We have no practice this week. So I hope we can win this one even though we dont get to practice! Probably not but a girl can dream can't she???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7867940285394176521?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7867940285394176521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-as-planned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7867940285394176521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7867940285394176521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-as-planned.html' title='Not as planned'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-3748206380037697382</id><published>2009-05-01T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:49:47.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since my last post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is moving day. I am moving in with one of my friends that just recently bought a house. I am really excited and I think we will have a lot of fun. I have had two volleyball games since my last post and we have lost both of them. It's still fun though. I also an now selling Premier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. So if any of you would like to have a party just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a party you get 30% of the retail sales from your party in free jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;You also get $25 for holding your party on the originally scheduled date.&lt;br /&gt;$25 if you have 10 or more people at your party.&lt;br /&gt;$25 if you have $100 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; orders&lt;br /&gt;and $25 if 3 people book a party at your party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a lot of information. But i have to advertise for my self if ya know what I mean. So if any of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; are interested just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have another volleyball game next week so hopefully we will win this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-3748206380037697382?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3748206380037697382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3748206380037697382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/3748206380037697382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7958127791969619185</id><published>2009-04-11T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:01:29.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>So I have kind of fallen of the running band wagon and I am down to running once a week. I guess that is better than not at all though. But I am going to try to do better next week. I am playing volleyball for my church and our first practice is Wednesday and our first game is Thursday, so I hope we do well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new place to live. For those of you who don't know my roommate that I was living with got married so I moved back home in October to save a little money. Which was ok I guess ( it was my moms idea and at the time saving a little money sounded like a good idea to me too) but I just feel a little stressed living there. It's just not MY own space and I feel like I'm intruding a little bit. So one of my friends bought a house and I am going to move in with her May 2nd and I cant wait! I'm having to work today and I have had to work a lot more this work so I haven't had a chance to go shopping for an easter dress. So thats what I will be doing when I get off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7958127791969619185?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7958127791969619185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7958127791969619185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7958127791969619185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2341666165083944697</id><published>2009-04-06T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:38:58.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouchy Monday</title><content type='html'>I am grouchy today. Nothing in particular happened to make me this way. Its kind of a combination of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The salesman I work with are in a playful mood and want to mess with me. I am not in that playful mood. So I'm grouchy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tired of dealing with jerky guys and the stress they bring me even though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initiated&lt;/span&gt; the text messaging. So I'm grouchy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm tired of my job in general today. So I'm grouchy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like the fact that the weekend went by way to fast and the week will probably drag on and on. So I'm grouchy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight I'm am going to watch the National Championship with some friends and if North Carolina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; win, my bracket completely loses. And then I will be grouchy! Hopefully tomorrow will be much better. Oh but I did find a few cute shirts for spring, but I still need to get a dress that I can wear to church on Easter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2341666165083944697?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2341666165083944697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/grouchy-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2341666165083944697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2341666165083944697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/grouchy-monday.html' title='Grouchy Monday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-7324046446718756655</id><published>2009-04-03T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:07:39.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy weekend</title><content type='html'>I have been craving chicken fried rice for like two weeks now. So me and a friend of mine finally went and got chinese food last night and it was delicious. I even had leftovers and remembered to bring the box home so now I can eat it again for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a busy day. I volunteered to help at the Easter Egg hunt at my church this weekend so I have to be at church at 9:15. So much for sleeping in this weekend. Then after that is over I have been dying to do some spring shopping, so I think I will head to the mall and see what they have. Then Saturday night I have to babysit. Then this Sunday it is my weekend to work the nursery so I have to be at church again on Sunday at 9:15 so again no sleeping in. So nursery then church and then I have to go into work. Yuck. I love busy weekends but I hate the fact that the busy weekends seem to go by the fastest. Anyone know of any stores with cute spring clothes that I could hit up Saturday???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-7324046446718756655?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7324046446718756655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7324046446718756655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/7324046446718756655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My busy weekend'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-6350402305512234069</id><published>2009-04-01T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:25:41.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things</title><content type='html'>I ran a mile and a half yesterday. Then went to cozymels and ate so it might have defeated the whole running purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Coach Cal give the man a break! If he wants to take a better job the let the man take a better job. Wouldn't you be happy for one of your friends if they got their dream job? I know I would be. But seriously did they really have to have breaking news to chase the man from his house to the airport??? I mean give me a break. He did wonderful things for the University of Memphis but all good things must come to an end right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-6350402305512234069?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6350402305512234069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6350402305512234069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6350402305512234069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-things.html' title='a few things'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-5650024520601077808</id><published>2009-03-19T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:06:20.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis Fans!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am a HUGE March Madness fan. I started a pool at my work and am loving keeping up with it! But i need to vent for a minute. What was Memphis thinking?!?!? We should have won that game by at least 20 points. I was freaking out! Everyone kept telling me Memphis is a second half team but even in the second have they were not doing that great. Thank goodness they pulled it off in the end or it would have messed up my whole bracket. And yes I have Memphis winning it all. But sheesh! They definitely need to get it together before the next game if we wanna make it to the final four. But I'm sure we will do just fine, so GO MEMPHIS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-5650024520601077808?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5650024520601077808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-i-am-huge-march-madness-fan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5650024520601077808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/5650024520601077808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-i-am-huge-march-madness-fan.html' title='Memphis Fans!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-8494696614517035448</id><published>2009-03-18T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:36:12.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck of the Irish</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I had some luck of the Irish. Everyday while I drive home from work I listen to the 4 play at 4 on Q107.5. Yesterday I was the right caller and I won two free movie tickets and 100 min of tanning. I desperately need the tanning since I look as though I haven't seen the sunlight all winter. That was my excitement for the day. Other than that I just went home and worked out. I tend to only workout in the spring and summer. This year I am trying to lose about 10 pounds. I'll keep ya updated on how that goes. As of right now its not going so well considering I have gone out to lunch everyday this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-8494696614517035448?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8494696614517035448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-of-irish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8494696614517035448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/8494696614517035448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-of-irish.html' title='Luck of the Irish'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-6015924581330962598</id><published>2009-03-11T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:34:45.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to work!</title><content type='html'>Ok so like I said before I am a receptionist.  I am just the day time receptionist, there is also a night time receptionist that comes in. She has called in sick for the second time this week. Ok your sick I can understand that, but she always calls in. I mean really?!?!?! She called in sick twice last week and the week before that she had to go to a funeral. I'm not trying to be rude but if you really are sick once or twice every two weeks please check yourself into the hospital. I dont mind working for you while you are there, but PLEASE get well and come back to work. I mean this is just ridiculous. I guess she doesnt need the money. I know I hate it when my check is short cause I have everything calculated to a T. I also am not one of those people who call in ever unless I am REALLY sick. I have called in 4 times in 4 years. Now not to toot my own horn but I think that is pretty good. So now I have to work a 13 hour day to make up for those who dont come to work. Sorry I just really needed to vent!!!!! Thanks for listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-6015924581330962598?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6015924581330962598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-to-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6015924581330962598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/6015924581330962598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-to-work.html' title='Come to work!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466511345645894666.post-2510590472518302478</id><published>2009-03-11T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:34:03.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>So I new to the blogging world. Well not really I read people's blogs but I have never had one so I thought I would give it a try. So sorry if my page is a little bland right now. It will take me awhile of trial and error to figure out how to post pictures and decorate it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little about me. My name is Megan. I'm 24 about to be 25 in two months. My birthday is a HUGE deal to me and I get really excited about it. I am a receptionist. I should say that I love my job but after 4 years I'm a little burnt out. Ok so I'm a lot burnt out. But hey I just try to make the best of it. I go to Hope Presbyterian Church, which I love. I volunteer in the nursery every other week. I'm originally from Jacksonville, FL but I moved here when I was 8. That is all I can really think of right now but I'm sure I will elaborate more in future blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466511345645894666-2510590472518302478?l=storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2510590472518302478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2510590472518302478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466511345645894666/posts/default/2510590472518302478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694432176873638416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sXhjA9FyN8/TABcXUC3eEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pF1QrBidKaE/S220/Meganz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
