<?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-8502507129809404508</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:09:30.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Di Da</title><subtitle type='html'>"Celebrate we will for life is short but sweet for certain." - Dave Matthews</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8447970645056968939</id><published>2009-08-05T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:42:21.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, La Di Da</title><content type='html'>I know, isn't that sad? But I guess seeing as my name is now Camille Lewis, I can no longer maintain a blog entitled "ms-mclaws.blogspot.com" under the penname of ms-mclaws. No, it just will not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no need to fear, my faithful readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ and I have wasted no time at all, and created a new and improved blog! (cheers, applauses, hoorays). I would love for you to keep following me at our new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.russandcamille.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.russandcamille.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This blog is now private, so if I haven't already sent you an invitation, simply comment on this post and let me know you would like to be a viewer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8447970645056968939?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8447970645056968939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8447970645056968939&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8447970645056968939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8447970645056968939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell-la-di-da.html' title='Farewell, La Di Da'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3041246919090514711</id><published>2009-07-25T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:57:42.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes. Today is the day. The day of all days. The day I have been anticipating for months, years, lifetimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't wait for today. It will be quite the experience (on no more than 3 hours of sleep, mind you). But I did start it off with a great run, where I bombarded a nice elderly couple walking by who waved "good morning" by yelling back at them "I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!" I just wanted to tell someone! Maybe I should wear a sign? No, I think I'll be fine with a huge white dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wish me luck, guys. This is going to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Signing off as Camille McLaws. Camille Lewis will see you later.&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/8502507129809404508-3041246919090514711?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3041246919090514711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3041246919090514711&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3041246919090514711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3041246919090514711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-its-here.html' title='So, it&apos;s here!'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-7478084002221040984</id><published>2009-07-21T23:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:41:46.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FLICKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SmalCQjhRGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XlqkwhRgFKQ/s320/earth.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153864653423714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, in need of some entertainment, I jokingly suggested seeing Disney's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Earth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as it is now at the dollar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theater. Russ and I both kind of chuckled at the thought of watching a movie about as broad of a subject as "earth," but figured we had nothing better to do. To our dismay it was sold out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we tried again the next week. SOLD OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we suggested going with our friends Lindsay and France. They got super pumped about the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried again last night and you guessed it... SOLD OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apprently this movie is pretty cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we saw THIS instead:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SmamOaCTtCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PXy96hhgUS4/s320/monsters-vs-aliens-poster.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361155172868535330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I think? drumroll please.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it! Totally took me by surprise. It was pretty dang funny and had random cameos by some pretty big names. Anyway, some day we will see "Earth," but for the time being some large monsters and crazy aliens got us by.&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/8502507129809404508-7478084002221040984?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7478084002221040984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=7478084002221040984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7478084002221040984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7478084002221040984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/flicks.html' title='FLICKS.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SmalCQjhRGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XlqkwhRgFKQ/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4056343305317283523</id><published>2009-07-20T14:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:56:54.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is Monday, and thus the start of an EPIC WEEK in the life of Camille.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SmTXiwzjeiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VXP6SwBTI40/s200/russ+climbing+gym.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360646448694393378" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REASONS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Getting married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the temple to this guy on the right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing family and friends from all over who are flying/traveling/coming to this rather significant event&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving out of single housing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking on a new last name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to experience what everyone labels "the best day of their life," also known as my the day I marry my best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I wish I had 2 more arms this week to get everything done... but then that'd look weird"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I want Saturday to come--now."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"FINALLY IT'S HERE!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Is it possible for one person to be this excited?!?!?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Why am I so dang lucky?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Life is crazy, but I love it"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS WEEK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SmTY--nQkII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_wQBOMJnbSw/s320/Sigur+Ros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigur Ros -- Takk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ultimate crescendo-rock soundtrack for a week as epic as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to it, enjoy it, love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4056343305317283523?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4056343305317283523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4056343305317283523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4056343305317283523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4056343305317283523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/epic-week.html' title='Epic Week'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SmTXiwzjeiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VXP6SwBTI40/s72-c/russ+climbing+gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3249509396706457944</id><published>2009-07-17T16:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:38:46.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Mes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Shout out to Elder Jace Garrett McLaws for his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ONE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; anniversary in the glorious MTC. Just think... he only has two more to go till he actually gets sent out into the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have loved sending him "same-day" packages with baked goods inside. I have loved running by the MTC daily to "accidentally" see him (and no, I have not seen him yet, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mastered the beast of a hill we like to call 9th East). Most of all, I have loved getting his letters and seeing how much he has grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My favorite parts are the random Japanese phrases... they are always so sporadic and they make me chuckle. Here, let me practice what I have learned from him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jace is now a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ka-mi-ree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Japanese fellow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, also known as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Elder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, who is very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wakawaka shimaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(excited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to serve the people of Japan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24734310@N07/3705518893/" title="DSCN0874 by Russ Lewis, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3705518893_e308952160_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSCN0874" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3249509396706457944?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3249509396706457944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3249509396706457944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3249509396706457944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3249509396706457944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-mes_17.html' title='Un Mes'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3705518893_e308952160_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8494835082214163243</id><published>2009-07-16T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:43:58.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Cokes Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Hi. My name is Camille. I am from Washington state, I'm an Aries, and I'm addicted to Diet Coke.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There. I said it. I am submitting to the fact that I have an addiction, and am going to stop giving dumb excuses for my $.84 daily fix. I really don't love the idea of &lt;i&gt;NEEDING &lt;/i&gt;to drink something to get me through the day, so this is my public statement that I want to stop. I want to break the habit... eventually... and not till after next Saturday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, I think I'm going to take a trip to 7-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8494835082214163243?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8494835082214163243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8494835082214163243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8494835082214163243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8494835082214163243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/diet-cokes-anonymous.html' title='Diet Cokes Anonymous'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3831717580834678657</id><published>2009-07-14T23:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:21:33.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl in a White Dress and a Boy in a Brown Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright folks, we're not messing around anymore--we are officially 10 days out. Thanks to Mckenzie of &lt;a href="http://photographybymckenzie.com/"&gt;Photography by McKenzie&lt;/a&gt;, Russ and I had a fun time shooting this "bridal/groomal" session at the Lavender fields in Southern Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl10VKSvFKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qipOKonOnlA/s1600-h/bridals39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl10VKSvFKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qipOKonOnlA/s400/bridals39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358567038529770658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl10AO7R8-I/AAAAAAAAAko/J8j5BbVHrFo/s1600-h/bridals158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl10AO7R8-I/AAAAAAAAAko/J8j5BbVHrFo/s400/bridals158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358566678996317154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl1ze9XuJfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/jkWbi8019Io/s1600-h/bridals122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl1ze9XuJfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/jkWbi8019Io/s400/bridals122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358566107348084210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl1zRaHQNaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aC92YvSkLek/s1600-h/bridals108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl1zRaHQNaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aC92YvSkLek/s400/bridals108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358565874545472930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl1zD8W3RcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mdeJgya0UTE/s1600-h/bridals91.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl1uw6U6yTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/IgA6f8bP2Kk/s400/bridals183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358560918210529586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3831717580834678657?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3831717580834678657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3831717580834678657&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3831717580834678657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3831717580834678657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-white-dress-and-cute-boy-in.html' title='A Girl in a White Dress and a Boy in a Brown Suit'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sl10VKSvFKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qipOKonOnlA/s72-c/bridals39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2020080692720276506</id><published>2009-07-08T23:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:51:44.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a highway, I'm gonna ride it all night long</title><content type='html'>Today I have been thinking about life. I know, right? That's a totally random subject to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I was thinking about how you can plan your "life goals and aspirations," and even more, you can work hard at them to get to where you think you are supposed to be going. But the irony comes when what you thought you were supposed to be doing actually isn't what you are meant to be doing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok Camille... where are you going with this?&lt;/span&gt; Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout my college days at BYU I busted my butt to graduate from the accounting program and land a great job. Well hey! I did it! I was fortunate enough to get offered a position with the International Tax group at PricewaterhouseCoopers in the San Francisco office. Great location, great job, great opportunities, great pay, great experience, the whole shebang. Starting date? Oh... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT WOULD BE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was supposed to start this job in San Francisco TODAY! Now seeing where I am right now (besides in my room in the Enclave), I am about to get married to the love of my life in 2 weeks and 2 days, where we will then proceed to move to... Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never in a million years thought I would end up in Texas--but you know what? I am pumped for it. San Antonio sounds amazing, and it will be even more amazing to start this new adventure with Russ. Both options--starting a fast paced career in a bustling financial district and moving to a slower-paced city in the heart of Texas--are great. Either lifestyle would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a ride with twists and turns you can never predict. You may think you know where you are headed until the road of life takes a very unexpected turn. Luckily for me, it was the luckiest turn in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2020080692720276506?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2020080692720276506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2020080692720276506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2020080692720276506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2020080692720276506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-highway-im-gonna-ride-it-all.html' title='Life is a highway, I&apos;m gonna ride it all night long'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8685596293920702570</id><published>2009-07-01T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:20:18.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's July.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;married &lt;/span&gt;this month. WOAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8685596293920702570?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8685596293920702570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8685596293920702570&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8685596293920702570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8685596293920702570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-july.html' title='It&apos;s July.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8759315839226642295</id><published>2009-06-29T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:02:30.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my mind, among other things</title><content type='html'>For someone who hasn't lost anything in years, losing 2 sets of keys in one week is pretty bad. Also, is it a bad sign if I finally find my other set of keys in the bathroom drawer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8759315839226642295?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8759315839226642295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8759315839226642295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8759315839226642295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8759315839226642295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-my-mind-among-other-things.html' title='Losing my mind, among other things'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6342896311446607553</id><published>2009-06-25T09:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:08:09.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Party</title><content type='html'>Last night my incredible sister, Brittney, threw me the most amazing bridal shower in the world. She works as a Public Relations Manager, but I think she should quit her job and be a professional party planner. The party, food, and decorations all followed a cohesive theme of a "Garden Party." Oh, and the food was to die for. My personal favorite was the fruit/cheese platter. The italian sodas also made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SkORtjWrUII/AAAAAAAAAis/-IQxOGT7HRI/s1600-h/IMG_2433+v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SkORtjWrUII/AAAAAAAAAis/-IQxOGT7HRI/s400/IMG_2433+v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351280994016776322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is courtesy of the most talented Laura Giddens, who was there to snap pictures and help my sister out. Check more out &lt;a href="http://lauralucille.blogspot.com/2009/06/garden-party.html"&gt;HERE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SkOSTbkRhxI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Yg5h0nDe4a4/s1600-h/IMG_2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SkOSTbkRhxI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Yg5h0nDe4a4/s400/IMG_2620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351281644761351954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you also to everyone who came. I loved being in that room with all of my best friends. I didn't know so much love could be in one room. I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6342896311446607553?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6342896311446607553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6342896311446607553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6342896311446607553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6342896311446607553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/garden-party.html' title='Garden Party'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SkORtjWrUII/AAAAAAAAAis/-IQxOGT7HRI/s72-c/IMG_2433+v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-168771518535821939</id><published>2009-06-23T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:07:39.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amp'd Abs</title><content type='html'>Call me old fashioned, but this video rocks. I especially like his outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNqrkGnkUWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNqrkGnkUWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "8 minute abs" video totally kicks my butt, or I guess you could say my abs. Bwahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-168771518535821939?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/168771518535821939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=168771518535821939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/168771518535821939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/168771518535821939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/ampd-abs.html' title='Amp&apos;d Abs'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4056426150325519690</id><published>2009-06-21T16:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:29:18.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the ultimate Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sj6zBAfT3NI/AAAAAAAAAik/1U4hovvrG9A/s1600-h/dad+brit+an+camille%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sj6zBAfT3NI/AAAAAAAAAik/1U4hovvrG9A/s320/dad+brit+an+camille%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349910237255294162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the ultimate Daddy's Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for always being there to help me, but also standing back at the right times to let me learn. Thank you for teaching me how to love. Thank you for teaching me about selflessness and charity. Thank you for letting me explore and have adventures. Thank you for teaching me how to work. Thank you for exposing me to the ultimate classic rock. Thank you, most of all, for being my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&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/8502507129809404508-4056426150325519690?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4056426150325519690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4056426150325519690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4056426150325519690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4056426150325519690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-daddy.html' title='To My Daddy'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sj6zBAfT3NI/AAAAAAAAAik/1U4hovvrG9A/s72-c/dad+brit+an+camille%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5493896422085373852</id><published>2009-06-20T00:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:45:36.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>What is going on in life?? Why must a million very large events be crammed into such a small time? Everything is so happy and positive... it's just been a lot. Such events include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A trip home to Spokane! &lt;/span&gt;We went boating, I had a bridal shower, my Dad had a birthday, Jace had his mission farewell talk, and Russ got to see the beauty of the Northwest!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyCf7Cud2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/JRLD1wQ2Q1g/s1600-h/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyCf7Cud2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/JRLD1wQ2Q1g/s320/DSCN0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349293942345987938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went through &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=bbd508f54922d010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=b1747c2fc20b8010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____"&gt;the temple!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=bbd508f54922d010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=b1747c2fc20b8010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;What an incredible experience. Tuesday was such a bittersweet day. The blessings and happiness that came from being inside the Draper temple was overwhelming, especially with my whole family there. The only thing was that it was the last time we would all be together like that for a long time as Jace was reporting to the MTC the next day. I am just so grateful we all got to be together. Families are forever. Also, thank you so much to everyone that came to be with me on this special day--it really meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyDoZP5HcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x1rpP7oVg4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyDoZP5HcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/x1rpP7oVg4Y/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349295187404856770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jace became Elder McLaws! &lt;/span&gt;We said goodbye to good ol' Jacey poo as he has now reported to the &lt;a href="http://www.mtc.byu.edu/"&gt;Missionary Training Center&lt;/a&gt; to prepare to serve the people of Kobe, Japan. I will miss Jace terribly; he really is my best friend. But I am so excited for him and this amazing opportunity as I am confident he will make an incredible missionary. The people of Japan don't even know what's comin their way. Those lucky ducks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyFLEu6emI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qDzX5PGVWXM/s1600-h/DSCN0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyFLEu6emI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qDzX5PGVWXM/s320/DSCN0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349296882704874082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyFWBD_NRI/AAAAAAAAAic/1uJSKf6YBZ4/s1600-h/DSCN0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyFWBD_NRI/AAAAAAAAAic/1uJSKf6YBZ4/s320/DSCN0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349297070698083602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5493896422085373852?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5493896422085373852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5493896422085373852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5493896422085373852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5493896422085373852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SjyCf7Cud2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/JRLD1wQ2Q1g/s72-c/DSCN0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-648397560152975430</id><published>2009-06-07T20:55:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:11:23.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By Popular Request</title><content type='html'>Dear faithful readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your love and support on this blog (and because this is the 100th blog post of La Di Da), I will cater to your requests to post more engagement pictures. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six-TAgrc4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZsPu0gDADuA/s1600-h/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six-TAgrc4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZsPu0gDADuA/s400/IMG_0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344785722801615746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six-zjaky6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/HZ6pI_1jkzE/s1600-h/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six-zjaky6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/HZ6pI_1jkzE/s400/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344786281927068578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_HP94mOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lLtGNKClhXg/s1600-h/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_HP94mOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lLtGNKClhXg/s400/IMG_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344786620303841506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_QIXim_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/uBmuHcxUDgM/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_QIXim_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/uBmuHcxUDgM/s400/IMG_0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344786772882791410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_jS4rdAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/gFePfrn-XVE/s1600-h/IMG_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_jS4rdAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/gFePfrn-XVE/s400/IMG_0216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344787102123652098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_bYJ5LqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y7ME938XFb4/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six_bYJ5LqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y7ME938XFb4/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344786966099078818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyAAF7qEFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7jcI7w6CQkg/s1600-h/IMG_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyAAF7qEFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7jcI7w6CQkg/s400/IMG_0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344787596862689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyAPpC1gTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K6_FWedb03o/s1600-h/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyAPpC1gTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K6_FWedb03o/s400/IMG_0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344787863986078002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyAq10FZuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/5kCppLCGGvM/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyAq10FZuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/5kCppLCGGvM/s400/IMG_0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788331270334178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for your viewing pleasure, I will share our all-time favorite of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyA6jnTqGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3gx44NWeF-s/s1600-h/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiyA6jnTqGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3gx44NWeF-s/s400/IMG_0378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788601262811234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go! That's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Jon Tehero of &lt;a href="http://jontehero.com"&gt;Jon Tehero Photography&lt;/a&gt;. You rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-648397560152975430?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/648397560152975430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=648397560152975430&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/648397560152975430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/648397560152975430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/by-popular-request.html' title='By Popular Request'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Six-TAgrc4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZsPu0gDADuA/s72-c/IMG_0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4464672955635012639</id><published>2009-06-02T10:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:57:54.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bells will soon be a ringin...</title><content type='html'>And by bells I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDDING BELLS&lt;/span&gt;! I have been trying to avoid the all-too-annoying, yet inevitable, wedding countdown. I gave in this morning to produce the number of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's it! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiVZxVqt1eI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dWFyOCi5ZGw/s1600-h/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiVZxVqt1eI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dWFyOCi5ZGw/s320/IMG_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342775237109732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FIFTY-THREE DAYS till the big day!! (and for those of you who don't want to do the math, the big day is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;July 25th&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now learned how MUCH there is to do. I feel like planning a wedding is a full-time job! It makes me just as tired as one, that's for sure. Here is what has been checked off the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dress! I scored that one within the first week of being engaged, thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.abellabridal.com/"&gt;Abella Bridal &lt;/a&gt;in the Riverwoods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridesmaids dresses -- another major score. I love sales, I love Banana Republic, I love those dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The colors -- which came easily after finding those dresses. Burnt orange/coral, light yellow, sage green, and guys in brown suits. A wonderful pallet I'd say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reception center, a la &lt;a href="http://www.alpineartcenter.com/"&gt;Alpine Art Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers! I am excited for what &lt;a href="http://www.lauralucille.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura Giddens&lt;/a&gt;, my sister's wonderful, creative, and talented friend will create.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invitations, which are soon to be completed by the talented Andrew Garlock at &lt;a href="http://2nd-street.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Street Print Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addresses -- a slow processs. I think I have most of them (and, faithful readers, if I haven't asked you for your address and you'd like an announcement, add a comment with your address or send it to me at CamilleMcLaws@gmail.com... I'd love to send one to you!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REGISTERING! What a task. We have officially finished at Bed, Bath, &amp;amp; Beyond and Macy's. Whew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engagements pictures. A big THANK YOU to &lt;a href="http://jontehero.com/"&gt;Jon Tehero &lt;/a&gt;is in order. I will post more of those later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Table centerpieces -- another great score at &lt;a href="http://www.taipantrading.com/index.html"&gt;Tai Pan Trading Company&lt;/a&gt;, a store where I could spend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;too much time and money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So that seems like a great list, right? It makes me feel like I have been so productive. And then I look at the next list, of things that I still have yet to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually pick out, address, and send the invitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedding shoes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair piece -- veil? flower? neither?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music for reception&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Party favors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan food for both the Alpine and Spokane receptions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet with cake ladies for both receptions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorations?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedding video (you know, the traditional corny photo montage... sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A custom wedding sign-in book made by yours truly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridals - July 3rd with &lt;a href="http://www.photographybymckenzie.com/"&gt;Photography by McKenzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find an apartment in San Antonio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new job in San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Whew. So I think that is it, but probably not. There is probably more. We really are having fun with this.... I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this picture explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiVYF9tlx5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/LD7wYwhgE2I/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiVYF9tlx5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/LD7wYwhgE2I/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342773392433334162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4464672955635012639?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4464672955635012639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4464672955635012639&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4464672955635012639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4464672955635012639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/06/bells-will-soon-be-ringin.html' title='The Bells will soon be a ringin...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiVZxVqt1eI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dWFyOCi5ZGw/s72-c/IMG_0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2179671524196206880</id><published>2009-05-29T10:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:03:36.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love America</title><content type='html'>No, don't worry... you haven't forgotten about an important national holiday or anything. I just couldn't keep the American pride that has been running through my veins inside any longer. Russ's mom was born and raised in the great country of Mexico, the country that she has been a citizen of until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiDLEvnFrBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_9a5qGS4Lkc/s1600-h/DSCN0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiDLEvnFrBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_9a5qGS4Lkc/s320/DSCN0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341492440421739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Russ, Argelia, Marcella, and Natalie after the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to go to an official Naturalization ceremony where Argelia, my wonderful future mother-in-law, denounced allegiance to Mexico and is now an official citizen of the USA. I walked away from this ceremony with a renewed sense of pride in this amazing country. Here are some of the main thoughts and emotions that were running through my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I take this country and the opportunities it provides for granted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every person who was born and raised in this country should see one of these ceremonies--they really will look at their situation in a different light&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This country, despite recent events, has so much to offer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just like Lee Greenwood, I am proud to be an American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2179671524196206880?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2179671524196206880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2179671524196206880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2179671524196206880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2179671524196206880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-america.html' title='I love America'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SiDLEvnFrBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_9a5qGS4Lkc/s72-c/DSCN0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5960065000796505907</id><published>2009-05-26T10:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:41:14.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Zions</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of my Super Senior year here at BYU I made a list of things I wanted to do before I left Provo for good. Going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZIONS NATIONAL PARK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was at the very top. This weekend Russ and I and a couple friends took a trip that helped me check one more thing off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved Zions. I have always been such a huge fan of Moab, but I think Zions now reigns supreme. The combination of red rock with lush green trees was absolutely beautiful, not to mention the towering cliffs that sorround you at all times. The weather was kind of iffy, so we didn't do a couple of the hikes we had originally planned on for fear of flash floods and all kinds of dangerous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hike we did was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is absolutely unbelievable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WARNING: &lt;/span&gt;Do not attempt if you are afraid of heights. After doing some pretty steep switchbacks for a while, you reach a narrow walkway that climbs another couple hundred feet. Except this walkway is 4-5 feet wide with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1,200 foot &lt;/span&gt;plunge on one side and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;900 foot &lt;/span&gt;drop on the other. You use chains for this narrow section. I loved this hike, though! Another fix for the adrenaline junky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ShwalN7VwGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/a9W2OHTd0XE/s1600-h/DSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ShwalN7VwGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/a9W2OHTd0XE/s320/DSCN0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340172484850597986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russ climbing the chain section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ShwbJrUPU6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/UH5XdeJLYnw/s1600-h/DSCN0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ShwbJrUPU6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/UH5XdeJLYnw/s320/DSCN0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173111214953378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victorious! Just don't look down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5960065000796505907?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5960065000796505907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5960065000796505907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5960065000796505907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5960065000796505907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-zions.html' title='A Trip to Zions'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ShwalN7VwGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/a9W2OHTd0XE/s72-c/DSCN0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4393574291512701500</id><published>2009-05-21T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:35:23.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Bed</title><content type='html'>Was I not the only child who hated, no let me rephrase that, who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loathed&lt;/span&gt; making the bed? I would do as I was told and make sure everything else in my room was spick and span, but for some reason being told to make the bed was like a death sentence to me. And ironically enough, it was the part of a room my mom most wanted clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like most things in life, it took me a while to realize that, again, my mom was right. I moved to college, got my own room, and now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;making the bed. That's right, mom, you read that correctly. Maybe it's because my room is a 9' x 14' space and so any mess you have makes it feel as though a bomb has gone off, or maybe it's just because I'm more like my mom than I thought. But if you read my previous post, you'll know that that really isn't a bad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4393574291512701500?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4393574291512701500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4393574291512701500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4393574291512701500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4393574291512701500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-bed.html' title='Making the Bed'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-7619230668372734380</id><published>2009-05-10T15:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:36:39.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To my mom</title><content type='html'>On this Mother's Day, I just wanted to let my mom know how much I love and appreciate her. Words don't do it justice, but she really is one of my biggest inspirations. I love my mom for a lot of things, some of which include the following:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is funny, like really, she makes me laugh really hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her love of Diet Coke -- I think I appreciate this for a few reasons... maybe to jusify my own addiction, or just because she could care less what everyone else thinks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her love of the gospel, and how she has taught me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sacrifices she has made for me and my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How she loves my Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her dedication to staying healthy and in shape -- definitely helps me stay motivated (cause really, she could probably kick my butt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is the best listener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always supporting me in my choices and aspirations in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For being my best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgdIvadx-LI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SClyVHScGMk/s1600-h/sdfg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgdIvadx-LI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SClyVHScGMk/s320/sdfg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334312263038924978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom, for everything you are. I hope that someday I can be half as good of a mom as you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-7619230668372734380?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7619230668372734380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=7619230668372734380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7619230668372734380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7619230668372734380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-mom.html' title='To my mom'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgdIvadx-LI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SClyVHScGMk/s72-c/sdfg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-534573644958968233</id><published>2009-05-07T05:58:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:32:29.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So it turns out Australia is pretty cool...</title><content type='html'>Here is a quick preview of some of the sights and sounds of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thus far. I still have two more days until I return back to good ol' Provo, but I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLNplxp9JI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lzrskGW72G4/s1600-h/100_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLNplxp9JI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lzrskGW72G4/s400/100_0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333051023158801554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLTU3K_ZvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PLAWyUtXPpc/s1600-h/100_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLTU3K_ZvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PLAWyUtXPpc/s400/100_0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333057264120981234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the "Three Sisters" in the Blue Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLON4BvniI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zC29JpB0Cc0/s1600-h/100_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLON4BvniI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zC29JpB0Cc0/s400/100_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333051646533410338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheep named Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLPTqmF_mI/AAAAAAAAAek/040ucDTZxfE/s1600-h/100_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLPTqmF_mI/AAAAAAAAAek/040ucDTZxfE/s400/100_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052845518618210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from our hotel balcony in Darling Harbor, Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLT7rUkE6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LiyUtvQyL08/s1600-h/100_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLT7rUkE6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LiyUtvQyL08/s400/100_0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333057930954806178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenolan Caves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLQD8LVjyI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbIgrVI2hCM/s1600-h/100_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLQD8LVjyI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbIgrVI2hCM/s400/100_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333053674871951138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jace-face and I at Bondi Beach. This is Australia's winter, by the way. Tough life, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLQuc6v_cI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gVjBE1PbNTY/s1600-h/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLQuc6v_cI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gVjBE1PbNTY/s400/100_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333054405215256002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing Russ. Ok, sorry for the corniness. Everyone has the right to be corny once and a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLRlXwlQCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l2ovdX8EtTE/s1600-h/100_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLRlXwlQCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l2ovdX8EtTE/s400/100_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333055348723236898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To finish it up, a hike to a cute little light house at Manly Beach. My parents and I are the tiny dots in front of the white fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, If I randomly disappear from the US, you will know where I have gone.&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/8502507129809404508-534573644958968233?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/534573644958968233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=534573644958968233&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/534573644958968233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/534573644958968233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-it-turns-out-australia-is-pretty.html' title='So it turns out Australia is pretty cool...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SgLNplxp9JI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lzrskGW72G4/s72-c/100_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3470567729857258999</id><published>2009-05-01T00:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:20:06.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Gone Down Under</title><content type='html'>G'day mates! I think some people may be wondering why I am not responding to texts/voicemails/messages, etc. Well that's cause I am in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AUSTRALIA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My family and I are here for vacation for 10 days and will be back on May 9th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty disoriented, as I officially got robbed of my Thursday, April 30th and just arrived from travling for nearly 30 hours. We are staying at this amazing farm for a few days that is about 3 hours outside of Sydney. We are sorrounded by rolling hills and the breath-taking scenery of Australia. Modern transportation is a true miracle--the fact that just 30 hours ago I was in little ol' Provo, Utah, and how I just got back from a "safari-esque" tour of the farm where I held a sheep named Sally and helped run off the pesty Kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... the land down under.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3470567729857258999?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3470567729857258999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3470567729857258999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3470567729857258999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3470567729857258999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-gone-down-under.html' title='I&apos;ve Gone Down Under'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5669119236764433679</id><published>2009-04-26T00:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:30:43.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance</title><content type='html'>It's official! I am done in every way with college. Even though I technically graduated in December '08, I walked this last weekend, and I'm so glad I did. It was amazing to be part of something so huge. I feel so grateful to have attended BYU and gain the amazing education it has to offer. Also, BYU has provided me with the opportunity to learn from some of the greatest people in the world with weekly devotionals from President Hinckley, President Monson, other general authorities, and President Uchtdorf and Elder Nelson at our general commencement ceremony. What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to give a shout out to everyone who supported me through college, specifcally my parents. Thank you for everyhing--for supporting me both financially and emotionally. I really couldn't have done it without you, and I am so grateful that I have such amazing parents. I love you both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;au revoir BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's been real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfP96JiqipI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TxyhHbWAn6Y/s1600-h/DSCN0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfP96JiqipI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TxyhHbWAn6Y/s400/DSCN0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328881959544982162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Oh also, Russ and I got to graduate together! (I know, cute, huh?) Except he got a fancy black robe and an awesome hood, which comes with getting your Masters. I guess it was TOTALLY worth it. Congratulations, Russ!!! I am so proud of you!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5669119236764433679?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5669119236764433679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5669119236764433679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5669119236764433679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5669119236764433679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/pomp-and-circumstance.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfP96JiqipI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TxyhHbWAn6Y/s72-c/DSCN0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6916271218844706403</id><published>2009-04-23T00:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:47:05.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time a girl named Camille met a girl named Emily, both new BYU co-eds-- shy, scared, and friendless. They became instant friends sitting under a tree in Helaman Halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfAN3bQKpEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4ninDyggo3M/s1600-h/hot+mommas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfAN3bQKpEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4ninDyggo3M/s320/hot+mommas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327773605038826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two buds shared some great times together during their 3 great years of being roommates. They went camping, to concerts, family vacations to Hawaii, grandparents houses, field trips, snowboarding, you name it. There was a lot of laughing and bonding within those three years of being together. And then they started getting older. Study abroads happened. Internships happened. Missions happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the stars have aligned and the two friends of long ago have been reunited! Emily and Camille are roommates once again, but this time at the Enclave Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfAOkV6pnUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yZXtYPZqj60/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfAOkV6pnUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yZXtYPZqj60/s320/DSCN0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327774376700517698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Circle of Life has brought us together once again. To keep with the "Circle of Life" theme, we even stayed up till 2 last night finishing a Lion King mosaic puzzle. It was hard, but don't worry, we conquered. I know, I know, we will try to not be so wild from now on. Girls just wanna have fun, gosh darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6916271218844706403?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6916271218844706403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6916271218844706403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6916271218844706403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6916271218844706403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/circle-of-life.html' title='The Circle of Life'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SfAN3bQKpEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4ninDyggo3M/s72-c/hot+mommas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-7493502730403845955</id><published>2009-04-19T16:27:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:59:56.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day of My Life... as of yet.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up and had to ask yourself if yesterday was a dream? That was the exact thought that ran through my head Saturday morning. I will explain why.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SewF3d5gGLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qPnbWWEe2LQ/s1600-h/35NewLifeTogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SewF3d5gGLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qPnbWWEe2LQ/s320/35NewLifeTogether.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326638909749205170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first, Friday was my birthday, (yay!) But it was very unlike all the other 22 birthdays I had experienced. First my roommates made me a delicious breakfast. And then Russ had left some surprises for me on the table, including a beautiful bouquet of roses. My mom happened to be in town, so we all went out to lunch with her at Mimi's Cafe. Yummmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ had told me he had "birthday things" planned for the rest of the day. So after lunch we rented a tandem bike and rode to one of our favorite parks. He then pulls out a poem and I naively sit back and listen until at the end he pops the question. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE question&lt;/span&gt;. He pulls out the most beautiful ring in the world from his backpack--I'm still in shock. Here &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SewHcf2psnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qlS58jRkh7U/s1600-h/09Surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SewHcf2psnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qlS58jRkh7U/s320/09Surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326640645440909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are, 3:00 in the afternoon in a park on my birthday, and Russ is asking me to marry him. It was perfect. And here's the best part... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SAID YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The rest of the day seemed like a big blissful blur. We sat down for a while to try and soak it all in, but even now it still hasn't quite sunk in. Russ then took me to dinner at Thai Ruby, a restaurant we had went to on one of our first dates. Later that night he threw me a surprise party where we celebrated with some close friends and family. Everything was perfect. I loved being able to spend one of the happiest days of my life with the people I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it folks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'M GETTING MARRIED!&lt;/span&gt; I have never smiled so much in my life. Today in Relief Society when I announced that I was engaged, a few girls said "to WHO???" So... for those who aren't quite clear on how this whole shebang got started, here's a quick synopsis. If you're bored with this post by now, you can stop reading, I won't be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met last semester... at a yogurt shop and then at Halloween party (I was a black cat and he was a computer). I have also been friends with his sister, Natalie, since she lived in the Enclave last year and we have some close mutual friends. So she is our matchmaker. We owe her for eternity. Dating Russ felt like the most natural, comfortable thing I have ever done--for lot's of reasons. I'm always happy when I'm with him. He is from Albuquerque, New Mexico, but his family now lives in Highland. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;his family. He is graduating this week from BYU with his Masters in Information Systems, and has a job with Ernst &amp;amp; Young starting in September in San Antonio, Texas. So for those who know MY situation, I am no longer moving to San Francisco. Come September I will have taken on the new name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lewis &lt;/span&gt;and will be living in Texas. It's crazy the turns your life can take so quickly. You may never know why you felt so prompted to make some decisions--but I can attest that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... in closing, he asked, and I said "yes!" Russ and I will make it official on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 25th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at the Draper Temple. Stay tuned, you faithful readers, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-7493502730403845955?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7493502730403845955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=7493502730403845955&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7493502730403845955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7493502730403845955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-day-of-my-life-as-of-yet.html' title='The Best Day of My Life... as of yet.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SewF3d5gGLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qPnbWWEe2LQ/s72-c/35NewLifeTogether.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-921656490713803130</id><published>2009-04-16T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:37:27.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to the Bird</title><content type='html'>Thank you, dear &lt;a href="http://www.snowbird.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNOWBIRD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supplying 2 1/2 feet of fresh powder in the middle of April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting the morning off as a "sunny powder day"... really, nothing can beat that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" by Radiohead in the tunnel. It made my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Providing ample terrain for the crowds, enough that fresh tracks can still be found after lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Cirque" drop-off... this taught me how much I really do crave adrenaline rushes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping me take the lemons of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snow storm in April&lt;/span&gt; and make lemonade by having an incredible powder day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SegU6S5aC8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/x9tDcrdSoWE/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SegU6S5aC8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/x9tDcrdSoWE/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325529551103200194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-921656490713803130?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/921656490713803130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=921656490713803130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/921656490713803130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/921656490713803130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-bird.html' title='An Ode to the Bird'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SegU6S5aC8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/x9tDcrdSoWE/s72-c/DSCN0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5876827591184304006</id><published>2009-04-14T16:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:21:30.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for Sale!!</title><content type='html'>Have you (or anyone you know in the Utah area) been DYING to prove your physical abilities and run a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1/2 marathon&lt;/span&gt;, but just can't scrounge up the $60+ to run? [I know, right? Who wants to pay that much money to RUN for goodness sakes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if this is you... YOU'RE IN LUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the &lt;a href="http://saltlakecitymarathon.com/Half_Marathon.183.0.html"&gt;Salt Lake City 1/2 Marathon &lt;/a&gt;which is on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, April 18th&lt;/span&gt; and, due to knee injuries from my last race, have decided against killing myself again. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY SPOT IN THE RACE IS FOR SALE!!! &lt;/span&gt;I'll give it to you for $25! That's a steal of a deal for an awesome race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, it's fun. I loved it. Knee injuries and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5876827591184304006?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5876827591184304006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5876827591184304006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5876827591184304006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5876827591184304006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-for-sale_14.html' title='Race for Sale!!'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4934171140495727624</id><published>2009-04-13T10:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:08:25.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random find</title><content type='html'>So, i'll admit it. I was bored this morning and googled my name. I found a little surprise! This was the third listing that came up (after facebook and Linkedin, of course). Kinda weird to see a picture and interview of you somewhere you didn't know it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wetfeet.com/Employers/PricewaterhouseCoopers.aspx"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4934171140495727624?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4934171140495727624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4934171140495727624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4934171140495727624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4934171140495727624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-find.html' title='Random find'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8933252274483661330</id><published>2009-04-13T00:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:57:04.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted you to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE FAMILIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family came into town last weekend for &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt;, etc. and we had such a great weekend. We didn't do anything exceptional, but it didn't matter. What we DID do was a lot of eating and laughing, two very great things in life. Yup, it's official, I love them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SeLlfXrHMXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DmIJYVVFUcE/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SeLlfXrHMXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DmIJYVVFUcE/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324070036598894962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, Russ is pretty great too. Blogging world, it's time you officially met Russ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SeLlXnu3mLI/AAAAAAAAAco/X-iHfKMdr-U/s1600-h/DSCN0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SeLlXnu3mLI/AAAAAAAAAco/X-iHfKMdr-U/s400/DSCN0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324069903470663858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SeLjT4JhVBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NnvZUTrDEMk/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8933252274483661330?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8933252274483661330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8933252274483661330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8933252274483661330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8933252274483661330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='I just wanted you to know'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SeLlfXrHMXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DmIJYVVFUcE/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5808022064223147375</id><published>2009-04-02T23:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:50:13.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your body moooooove</title><content type='html'>So tonight I went to another &lt;a href="http://fictionist.com"&gt;Fictionist&lt;/a&gt; concert. Ok I know you are thinking "really Camille? How many times are you going to talk about this band and how amazing their shows are?" Well I could do it again (because it was beyond incredible and one of the funnest nights I've had in a while), but tonight I'm talking about a different issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how when people are at a concert (and I mean ANY concert or musical event) they can just STAND THERE. How do the sounds and energy coming from the amazing artists on stage not MOVE YOU!?!?? How is your toe not tapping? How are you not rocking your head up and down and side to side in time with the hypnotizing beat? How are you not smiling? How are you not jumping up and down while the incredible jam unfolds on stage? HOW ARE YOU STANDING STILL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was rocking out hard core tonight I would look around every once and a while when I would randomly snap back into reality and think all of these questions at the same time. Yeah, I know, lots of questions. Complicated mind. But it's ok, because that complicated mind becomes clear whenever I am listening to music and completely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose myself.&lt;/span&gt; Oh the beauty of music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5808022064223147375?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5808022064223147375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5808022064223147375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5808022064223147375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5808022064223147375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-your-body-moooooove.html' title='Let your body moooooove'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2322752534289855007</id><published>2009-04-01T20:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:07:03.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign if you agree...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mother Nature (or whom it may concern),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me just say that I love you. I love the beauty of everything you are. Yup, I love the mountains. I love the ocean. I even love the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am writing on behalf of our current condition. I live in Utah and woke up this morning, the first morning of APRIL, to a fresh coat of white, fluffy snow, gusting winds of 46,834 miles an hour, and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; snow falling to the already whitened ground. I must admit, Mother Nature, I was not very happy. I know you do your thing, but I was wondering if you could maybe start being a little warmer. I can do whatever it is you require. I come to thee on bended knee, begging, even pleading for any sort of glimpse of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPRING&lt;/span&gt;, the season of smiles and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when you reveal the beauty of spring, whenever it may be, it will be magnificent. It always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille "Bring in the Spring" McLaws&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2322752534289855007?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2322752534289855007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2322752534289855007&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2322752534289855007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2322752534289855007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-sign-this-letter-if-you-agree.html' title='Sign if you agree...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3324927330255242385</id><published>2009-03-26T00:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:06:10.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScsoaNl_bRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/oIABffpWd1o/s1600-h/_DS21369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScsoaNl_bRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/oIABffpWd1o/s320/_DS21369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317388215831719186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's officially almost here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HARI KRISHNA FESTIVAL OF COLORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was probably one of the funnest nights I have ever had at BYU. I'm sure this year will be just as amazing. You can be assured that some awesome posts will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScspC98faUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i2yoOF2QbK0/s1600-h/_DS21476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScspC98faUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i2yoOF2QbK0/s320/_DS21476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317388916005759298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScspNJoCAoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uN3hgoBU5WM/s1600-h/_DS21239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScspNJoCAoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uN3hgoBU5WM/s320/_DS21239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317389090939863682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3324927330255242385?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3324927330255242385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3324927330255242385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3324927330255242385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3324927330255242385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming....'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScsoaNl_bRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/oIABffpWd1o/s72-c/_DS21369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3416588366293805813</id><published>2009-03-24T16:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:35:42.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and done.</title><content type='html'>I did it! I ran my first half marathon ever! I'll be honest -- it was a really hard race, and my crappy knees started failing me... but I finished. I'm actually pretty proud of my time considering the heat, the course, my knees, first race ever, etc. I'm really glad I got to be a part of such an exciting event, and that I got to do it with Brittney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SclfX46STCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oXNgl3Kt_Hg/s1600-h/DSCN0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SclfX46STCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oXNgl3Kt_Hg/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316885699106065442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had fun driving down together and camping at the best spot ever (I'm actually being sarcastic -- I learned how much I utterly LOATHE camping grounds). But it was fun, so much so that she has somehow convinced me to do a second one. I just barely signed up for the Salt Lake 1/2 Marathon that is on April 18th. I guess racing IS contagious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3416588366293805813?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3416588366293805813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3416588366293805813&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3416588366293805813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3416588366293805813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/done-and-done.html' title='Done and done.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SclfX46STCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oXNgl3Kt_Hg/s72-c/DSCN0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1302335245377207775</id><published>2009-03-20T10:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:30:08.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned 7 again</title><content type='html'>So I reverted back to the child within Wednesday night. Russ and I went to the "Nickelcade" (for those non-Provoites, the Nick&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScPDe9W06PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3UCYCj2VDY8/s1600-h/DSCN0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScPDe9W06PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3UCYCj2VDY8/s320/DSCN0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315306921861114098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elcade is a popular date location consisting of retro arcade games from circa 1993). It was a blast, especially after we found the unassuming game that allowed us to win tickets galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I got to say is I probably shouldn't gamble. I get WAY into these kind of things and I keep saying "just one more!" Luckily, unlike most gamblers, we got something out of it. I think I'll cherish my high-class vampire teeth forever. Thank you, Nickelcade, for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScPD0cXbFbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Xs3fqo67F4/s1600-h/DSCN0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScPD0cXbFbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Xs3fqo67F4/s320/DSCN0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315307290962367922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS. On another note, Brittney and I are heading down to Moab tonight for the big race which is tomorrow. If I don't post another entry soon, you can assume I died mid-race. I'm sure it'll be fine... they probably have some sort of medical care center. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1302335245377207775?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1302335245377207775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1302335245377207775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1302335245377207775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1302335245377207775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-turned-7-again.html' title='I turned 7 again'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ScPDe9W06PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3UCYCj2VDY8/s72-c/DSCN0637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3010988507505704170</id><published>2009-03-17T09:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:54:42.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer Preview</title><content type='html'>SUMMER IS COMING. Well, if it's not summer at least it's spring.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sb_HHAqediI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jErsFvBRsGQ/s1600-h/DSCN0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sb_HHAqediI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jErsFvBRsGQ/s320/DSCN0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314185008571643426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been incredible lately. Yesterday my BFF and I went to the park and just reveled in the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I love Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Chacos.&lt;br /&gt;I love afternoons in the park.&lt;br /&gt;I love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3010988507505704170?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3010988507505704170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3010988507505704170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3010988507505704170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3010988507505704170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-preview.html' title='A Summer Preview'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sb_HHAqediI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jErsFvBRsGQ/s72-c/DSCN0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1358766797621333385</id><published>2009-03-13T11:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:04:59.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new summer job</title><content type='html'>My plans to start working with PwC have recently been changed, and I most likely will be starting in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; rather than July. Soooo... my kind, supporting mother then said "ok, now go get a job." So I've been looking around and applying to all sorts of random odd jobs a BYU grad shouldn't be applying to. But hey, whatever pays the bills right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget being a receptionist or office clerk. I'm seriously considering this position. What do you think?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (click on the picture to read it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sbqe9XNtSUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/C77mXdytpXw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sbqe9XNtSUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/C77mXdytpXw/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733487477639490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Camille/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1358766797621333385?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1358766797621333385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1358766797621333385&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1358766797621333385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1358766797621333385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-summer-job.html' title='My new summer job'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sbqe9XNtSUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/C77mXdytpXw/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3950436778511741116</id><published>2009-03-11T23:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:59:07.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why yes, I'd love another hoer d'oeuvre</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to a Diplomat dinner/cocktail party thing. It was for "today's diplomats to meet tomorrow's leaders." There were real live diplomats from Hungary, New Zealand, and more. But since there were like 15 students to each diplomat -- and since we already have jobs -- Russ and I enjoyed the nice finger foods, punch, and desserts. Bring on the networking events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SbijrjKv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/ScQKgVI45_0/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SbijrjKv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/ScQKgVI45_0/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312175729053528466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you're thinking "hmm that backdrop looks fake," it is. That is why we are laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3950436778511741116?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3950436778511741116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3950436778511741116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3950436778511741116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3950436778511741116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-yes-id-love-another-hoer-doeuvre.html' title='Why yes, I&apos;d love another hoer d&apos;oeuvre'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SbijrjKv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/ScQKgVI45_0/s72-c/DSCN0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4525904289759518161</id><published>2009-03-11T16:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:09:23.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Room Sessions</title><content type='html'>Introducing Fictionist's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;RED ROOM SESSIONS: &lt;/span&gt;Volume 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rocks, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the whole thing, my favorite part is at 4:20 till 4:30... mostly with Robbie's awesome moves and the awesome jam. yeeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UKgWVa0gVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UKgWVa0gVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4525904289759518161?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4525904289759518161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4525904289759518161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4525904289759518161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4525904289759518161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-room-sessions.html' title='Red Room Sessions'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1432558738704470522</id><published>2009-03-05T15:25:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:55:19.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music = Love</title><content type='html'>Music is love. Love is music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicions that a well-thought-out, expertly-organized, inspired mix is one of the greatest gifts a friend can give to me have recently come true. There's something abou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SbBVBhJMWBI/AAAAAAAAAak/WE8Rx3TP_rE/s1600-h/EPSN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SbBVBhJMWBI/AAAAAAAAAak/WE8Rx3TP_rE/s320/EPSN0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309837445234972690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t inserting that disc into the CD player and sitting back, awaiting the musical journey where you are able to discover new sounds, new bands, new lyrics, new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last 2 weeks I have received 3 new mixes from some amazing friends of mine. New music to a music lover is like... a new Prada purse for a Shopaholic, or something. One friend in particular, my lovely friend Cathy who lives in Seattle, is affectionately referred to as my "music friend" to all who don't know her. Even though we connect on many levels besides music, that one element sets the relationship over the top. Since we have been apart during college we have kept in touch mainly by sending each other mixes of music we have discovered or have been into. These mixes are literal, tangible pieces of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me corny, but who cares. Here are some of the new bands I have recently been exposed to:&lt;br /&gt;* Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;* Son Volt&lt;br /&gt;* Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;* Beck (his new CD.... "Sea Change"... very unlike his old stuff)&lt;br /&gt;* Josh Ritter&lt;br /&gt;* John Butler Trio&lt;br /&gt;* Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;* The Weepies&lt;br /&gt;* Ben Solee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, my dear friends, for this gift of music. It means so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1432558738704470522?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1432558738704470522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1432558738704470522&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1432558738704470522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1432558738704470522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-love.html' title='Music = Love'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SbBVBhJMWBI/AAAAAAAAAak/WE8Rx3TP_rE/s72-c/EPSN0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8254684622924373826</id><published>2009-03-03T10:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:49:54.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist and Shout</title><content type='html'>Shout out to Matt! Thanks again for coming out to the great state of Utah and experiencing the magic of Snowbird 2 days in a row. There's nothing like a sunny day on the slopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sa1s9CMWpTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/e7J_E4Ib5sE/s1600-h/DSCN0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sa1s9CMWpTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/e7J_E4Ib5sE/s320/DSCN0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309019331556189490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8254684622924373826?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8254684622924373826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8254684622924373826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8254684622924373826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8254684622924373826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/03/twist-and-shout.html' title='Twist and Shout'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/Sa1s9CMWpTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/e7J_E4Ib5sE/s72-c/DSCN0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2940637372336423330</id><published>2009-02-25T09:53:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:06:00.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Espana, Hello America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MAY THE WORLD WELCOME MS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;EMILY REDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; BACK TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right. Emily Redd, one of my best friends in the world, has just returned from her 18 month mission in Bilbao, Spain. She got back last Thursday. After a month of planning with her mom I flew into LA on Saturday, totally catching her by surprise. I… LOVE… SURPRISES! She had no clue, and the look on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a fun weekend with her and her family, plus the added bonus of seeing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Paul&lt;/span&gt;, another old friend who may be one of my favorite people in the world. You know the mark of a good friend when you can get together after almost 2 years (in Emily’s case) and 4 months (for Kim) and it’s like you picked up where you left off. I am so lucky to have such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;• The DMV in Wittier county, receiving a wonderful cultural diversity lesson.&lt;br /&gt;• Eating out – Panera, Chipotle, Ruby’s Diner. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;• 2 Sacrament meetings… twice the blessings. Yessssss.&lt;br /&gt;• Catching up.&lt;br /&gt;• Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;• Lots and lots of laughing… mostly at old memories, and a few at new ones.&lt;br /&gt;• Walking around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huntington Beach&lt;/span&gt; at night. (see pic below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV6Vk4-o1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/1YRIYk4cAEo/s1600-h/DSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV6Vk4-o1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/1YRIYk4cAEo/s320/DSCN0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306782247024501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISNEYLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE… for free! (Thanks to Emily’s dad’s sweet hookups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV4iFJd9AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/90mbejwI5LI/s1600-h/DSCN0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV4iFJd9AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/90mbejwI5LI/s320/DSCN0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306780262818771970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The classic Disneyland photo-op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV4tdwnLmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ig49sYua1l4/s1600-h/DSCN0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV4tdwnLmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ig49sYua1l4/s320/DSCN0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306780458403966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2940637372336423330?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2940637372336423330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2940637372336423330&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2940637372336423330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2940637372336423330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/adios-espana-hello-america.html' title='Adios Espana, Hello America'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SaV6Vk4-o1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/1YRIYk4cAEo/s72-c/DSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5832664013272196302</id><published>2009-02-20T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:57:29.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Serve</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Jace! You will be an amazing missionary serving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kobe, Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ80oUrhJuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GE4bxsjdNIs/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ80oUrhJuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GE4bxsjdNIs/s400/DSCN0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305016753416382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those folks won't know what to do with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not Kobe Bryant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5832664013272196302?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5832664013272196302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5832664013272196302&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5832664013272196302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5832664013272196302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/called-to-serve.html' title='Called to Serve'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ80oUrhJuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GE4bxsjdNIs/s72-c/DSCN0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-9038058506796225220</id><published>2009-02-19T23:34:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:06:01.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mes livres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A house without books is like a room without windows.  &lt;/span&gt;~Heinrich Mann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that it's time to divulge my new hobby to the cyber-world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my right-brained tendencies that have created the accountant/mathematician inside of me, one of my biggest passions is creating new things. I've never been a painter, but I do like creating other forms of art--like this summer, for example, when I randomly decided to make a mosaic for my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last semester I really got into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOKBINDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  That's right, I make books. I love the possibilities book making provides -- you start with a stack of large papers, some binders board, PVA, and the random tools required. There's something about letting those creative juices flow--for me it happens late at night with the right music... like last night, I stayed up till 2 am finishing a book while zoning out to &lt;a href="http://sigurros.com/"&gt;Sigur Ros&lt;/a&gt;. mmm... now that's what I call a happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the books I've made. I have given some away as gifts, so my collection here is not complete, but it tells enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5RgpcB3aI/AAAAAAAAAYU/02c0qiUn9ws/s1600-h/DSCN0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5RgpcB3aI/AAAAAAAAAYU/02c0qiUn9ws/s200/DSCN0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304767032410103202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT: my first book ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5R3fsP70I/AAAAAAAAAYc/WTBB5u1f5l0/s1600-h/DSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5R3fsP70I/AAAAAAAAAYc/WTBB5u1f5l0/s200/DSCN0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304767424930770754" 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;br /&gt;RIGHT: my final project. It's a compilation of pictures from my four years of college. Sentimental, is what it is. (below is a shot of one of the inside pages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5SKwA3s_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/NCHnFK_3tnY/s1600-h/DSCN0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5SKwA3s_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/NCHnFK_3tnY/s200/DSCN0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304767755729744882" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5Sg1VQAUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RM1Y_w2Y1Uo/s1600-h/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5Sg1VQAUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RM1Y_w2Y1Uo/s200/DSCN0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304768135114522946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT: My all-time favorite. It's a rounded spine book, with inserts of that flower printed Tibetan rice paper throughout. I especially love that paper because I got it at a mega hippie shop on Haight &amp;amp; Ashbury street in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5S8LnpgSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bKhMSz0v0ZQ/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5S8LnpgSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bKhMSz0v0ZQ/s200/DSCN0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304768604953739554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT: The newest edition. I'm loving the vintage outside fabric combined with organic looking red paper spread throughout. A true gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-9038058506796225220?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/9038058506796225220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=9038058506796225220&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/9038058506796225220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/9038058506796225220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/mes-livres.html' title='Mes livres...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZ5RgpcB3aI/AAAAAAAAAYU/02c0qiUn9ws/s72-c/DSCN0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5847306268903087725</id><published>2009-02-17T15:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:06:09.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas... is on my blog?</title><content type='html'>My celebration of America's presidents this weekend occurred in the city of sin. Yep, the one and only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My parental units met us there, along with my lovely grandparents who live in San Francisco. I think the highlight was seeing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;." -- I had my hesitations about the Vegas production, thinking it would be gaudy and overdone. But I was totally and completely impressed. I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fabulous weekend with lots of food, sleep, shows, lights, and laughter. Thanks again Mom and Dad for everything... you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBIZOCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/KzAA_xhUV90/s1600-h/DSCN0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBIZOCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/KzAA_xhUV90/s320/DSCN0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303904598623414146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The McLaws kids with Grandma Pedie. She's my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBW-srMUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SFhxCyYnS6M/s1600-h/DSCN0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBW-srMUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SFhxCyYnS6M/s320/DSCN0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303904849202196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This picture makes me laugh. But it's with my brother, whom I love. Also, it's in front of the Beatles, so it might be the best picture ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBwvsC8lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dCe15Sxq0gQ/s1600-h/DSCN0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBwvsC8lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dCe15Sxq0gQ/s320/DSCN0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303905291849626194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went on a dam tour. The Hoover dam--pretty dang cool.&lt;br /&gt;Featured: Jace and I with the one and only Grandpa Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBmQLhE3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/LeutdV7N7wQ/s1600-h/DSCN0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBmQLhE3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/LeutdV7N7wQ/s320/DSCN0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303905111592997746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS. This is a shout out to Mike. I hear you're pretty cool and I'm looking forward to meeting you someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5847306268903087725?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5847306268903087725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5847306268903087725&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5847306268903087725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5847306268903087725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happens-in-vegas-is-on-my-blog.html' title='What happens in Vegas... is on my blog?'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZtBIZOCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/KzAA_xhUV90/s72-c/DSCN0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4655474411636551291</id><published>2009-02-10T23:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:12:17.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world must see this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZJ0Sb-YcMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DRfd9OOGnhM/s1600-h/12-21-2006+08%3B07%3B38PMd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZJ0Sb-YcMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DRfd9OOGnhM/s320/12-21-2006+08%3B07%3B38PMd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301427571464368322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brittney I love you. I love this picture. I love that you were a vampire (I think?) and I was Little Bo-Beep who lost my sheep (that I apparently found?). Apparently our halloween character choice had developed in a strange direction from the previous year, as depicted &lt;a href="http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-treasure.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you would like to see this gem a little larger (which I highly recommend), just go ahead and give it a little click with the mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4655474411636551291?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4655474411636551291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4655474411636551291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4655474411636551291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4655474411636551291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-must-see-this.html' title='The world must see this'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SZJ0Sb-YcMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DRfd9OOGnhM/s72-c/12-21-2006+08%3B07%3B38PMd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8163422136440594155</id><published>2009-02-04T21:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:58:38.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey man, slow down.</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been listening to this Radiohead song called "The Tourist." It's psychedelic, mellow, and incredible. And what's more, Thom Yorke is singing this song to me. Ok, maybe he's not saying "Camille, here's your song," but I do feel like I could learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I get overcharged, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's when you see sparks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They ask me where the [heck] I'm going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At a 1000 feet per second, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hey man, slow down, slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8KwUzydB1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8KwUzydB1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world where everything moves at "a 1000 feet per second." It's go, go, go all day long. Well, not for me these days. I have never had so much free time on my hands. It's pretty nice to finally not have to worry about tests, papers, recruiting, etc. and have FREE TIME. But honestly? I've kind of been having a hard time with it. I feel BAD about not being busy every minute of the day... and today I realized that that is a sad thing. I think the Lord has given me this period in my life to force me to sit back and contemplate, to meditate, and to just SLOW DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week I have finally accepted it. I have been able to reflect on all of the things in my life that I am grateful for, that I would like to improve, and how I can help everyone else around me in the meantime. And you know what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. I have never felt so content and at peace with everything. I just keep thinking... life is too beautiful... why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;be happy? Yes, I am getting slightly stir-crazy, antsy, anxious, whatever you want to call it, to start the next chapter of my life and move to San Francisco, but until that chapter comes, and I know it will be sooner than later, I am going to enjoy the moment I have to just SLOW DOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8163422136440594155?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8163422136440594155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8163422136440594155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8163422136440594155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8163422136440594155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-man-slow-down.html' title='hey man, slow down.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6503654537479724614</id><published>2009-02-03T10:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:27:44.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Jump</title><content type='html'>Skydiving - check. Next step: THIS.&lt;br /&gt;(Mom, you better not watch this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1778399&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1778399&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1778399"&gt;wingsuit base jumping&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/thedoctor"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6503654537479724614?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6503654537479724614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6503654537479724614&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6503654537479724614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6503654537479724614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimate-jump.html' title='The Ultimate Jump'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4767772610344970386</id><published>2009-02-02T16:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:35:45.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing You Do</title><content type='html'>What did I do Friday night? Oh, let me tell you. I drove up to Salt Lake City with girl Erin and boy Aaron and went to Studio 600. I know what you're thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"YOU went to Studio 600?"&lt;/span&gt; I know, right? For all you non-Utahns, Studio 600 is this huge dance club up in Salt Lake... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYeDbyUia1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/pt1XMY4VRnU/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYeDbyUia1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/pt1XMY4VRnU/s320/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298348000012299090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TOTALLY not my scene. But I went, and I will openly admit I had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little random evening on the dance floor got me thinking. This is a shout out to my roommate Erin, the one in the boss-awesome headband. She is a dance education major, and quite honestly, dance is her life. When she is performing she looks like the happiest person in the world. Complete bliss. I asked her about it later, and she went on to say how when she's dancing she doesn't have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYeJT0OlMsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZQaXVwtmoag/s1600-h/n17828219_34665737_5139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYeJT0OlMsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZQaXVwtmoag/s320/n17828219_34665737_5139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298354460154999490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... as most deep questions lead... I thought, "what's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing?&lt;/span&gt;" What is it that I love? Well let's see. I love snowboarding, skiing, yoga, rock climbing, camping, biking, running, etc. Then I thought, the tying factor of all of my favorite hobbies involve being in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;outdoors&lt;/span&gt;. I realized the times I am outside is when I am most content and at peace with my life. Everything that matters becomes a little clearer, and the things that just aren't that important fade. In a sense, I don't have a care in the world. I am reminded of how I have a Heavenly Father who loves me enough to have created this beautiful earth and give me the cherished moments when I can enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, what is that thing you do that makes all your cares in the world fade, even if it's for just a short time? Don't be shy, this is a blog of sharing and caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4767772610344970386?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4767772610344970386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4767772610344970386&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4767772610344970386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4767772610344970386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That Thing You Do'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYeDbyUia1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/pt1XMY4VRnU/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4899656100393273647</id><published>2009-01-30T00:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:26:39.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>Think about the people you have in your life. Of course your close friends and family members come into mind... but think outside the box, about your other friends you work with, serve in your church callings with, or interacted with today at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that every single person we come into contact with in our daily lives was put there for a specific reason? In other words, are all of these people divinely placed into your life at certain times and circumstances? This question gets even more mind-boggling when you bring in the concept of free agency, because we know that each of us has our own free agency to think and act how we choose. That girl in the grocery store who needed a hand out to her car could have chosen to linger a little longer in the bread aisle so that your paths never crossed, and thus, she would never have been in your life. What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, truly believe that people are placed in your life for a reason. Perhaps not every single person you talk to throughout the day is there for some "greater reason," but I do believe that more people than you may first suspect are meant to be there for reasons we may yet to discover, or better yet, never really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This string of discombobulated and somewhat confusing thoughts has caused me to analyze some of the people I interact with. Why did I sit next to that guy from Minneapolis on the chair lift while skiing today? Why was I randomly placed with these particular roommates? Why did that quiet guy who didn't talk much get assigned to the cubicle next to mine during my internship? What was/am I supposed to learn from these people?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYK4B8X-UhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FWIx2QEEF9w/s1600-h/Monet+-impression_sunrise.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYK4B8X-UhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FWIx2QEEF9w/s200/Monet+-impression_sunrise.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296998455267185170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just food for thought on a late night rambling spree.&lt;br /&gt;Insights or other random thoughts are greatly welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This picture by Monet is here because he is an artist that seems to convey far more than first meets the eye, a good picture to look at when thinking deep thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4899656100393273647?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4899656100393273647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4899656100393273647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4899656100393273647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4899656100393273647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SYK4B8X-UhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FWIx2QEEF9w/s72-c/Monet+-impression_sunrise.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6506163981939771233</id><published>2009-01-24T00:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:31:25.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Change is Good"</title><content type='html'>So we have a new president, right? This new president of ours won over the hearts of America with the infectious slogan of "CHANGE." I totally agree with Mr. Obama that change IS good. It's a necessary thing in one's life every once and a while. So, that's why when I told my mom I was thinking of getting bangs she said "awesome! Go for it! You can be an Obama-ite and get Barack Bangs." So, take them for what you will, I got bangs today. So I now present my new "do" to the blogging world, or the few who may actually read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, my friends, are my new Barack bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SXrDStZW4iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ocjU0PQPgTk/s1600-h/PICT3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SXrDStZW4iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ocjU0PQPgTk/s320/PICT3019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294759038118453794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6506163981939771233?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6506163981939771233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6506163981939771233&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6506163981939771233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6506163981939771233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-is-good.html' title='&quot;Change is Good&quot;'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SXrDStZW4iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ocjU0PQPgTk/s72-c/PICT3019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1964724212930425267</id><published>2009-01-15T00:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:59:49.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hodgepodge really...</title><content type='html'>Tonight's one of those nights where I want to write something... something that is worth reading. But for some dang reason nothing really worthwhile is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SW7mBVtLeDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UjW0Z3lAmSI/s1600-h/ghost-town-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SW7mBVtLeDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UjW0Z3lAmSI/s200/ghost-town-poster-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291419522887809074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that I think I found one of my new favorite movies. I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ghost Town"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last weekend for the first time, and tonight I wanted to convince my friends how amazing the movie was... so yes, I went for the second time in one week. It's THAT GOOD. I cried--twice. It's one of those funny movies that also has a message to it... maybe comparable to "Dan in Real Life" or "Stranger Than Fiction." Also, the soundtrack is incredible. Anyway, the point is go see it. It's worth the three bucks at Blockbuster, or even better, the $1.25 at Movies 8 for you Provo-ites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found my new favorite song. For anyone who knows me, even a little bit, this is a BIG deal. Music is my breath to each day... its seriously how I get through most things in life, no matter what it is. I was in my friend Spencer's car last weekend and it came on. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shadowlands" by Ryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stopped me in mid conversation. I went home and bought the album on iTunes. It's an oddly comforting, beautiful, mellow, and incredible song that I have had on repeat ever since. I would include a video for easy listening, but the only YouTube version cuts out the best part--the last two minutes. So please, take my words as being truthful and valid, that this song rocks and spend $1.08 to download it off iTunes. You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, life is really good. I feel really blessed and lucky to be where I am, interacting with the people I interact with, and learning the things I am learning. It's kind of an awkward interim period of my life as I am in the middle of two really big things, but I know I am here doing what I'm doing for a reason. It will be exciting to see exactly why someday. Isn't hindsight the best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1964724212930425267?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1964724212930425267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1964724212930425267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1964724212930425267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1964724212930425267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/01/hodgepodge-really.html' title='A hodgepodge really...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SW7mBVtLeDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UjW0Z3lAmSI/s72-c/ghost-town-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5894850666953172783</id><published>2009-01-09T09:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:45:54.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PS. One of my least favorite things in the whole entire world is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cold shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;brrr.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5894850666953172783?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5894850666953172783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5894850666953172783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5894850666953172783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5894850666953172783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps.html' title=''/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1326508981596296591</id><published>2009-01-09T09:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:29:33.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather outside was frightful, but the fire was oh so delightful</title><content type='html'>Christmas rocked. Honestly, it was a great break. I got to be a lazy bum for 2 weeks, catch up with some old friends, and spend some quality time with the familia. After being in Spokane for a week and a half (where we got like 5 1/2 feet of snow!!!!), we drove down to McCall, Idaho to meet up with Brittney and Stuart at a cabin. It was a blast, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd6EPGvVFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5ayMQGWcAhk/s1600-h/DSCN0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd6EPGvVFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5ayMQGWcAhk/s320/DSCN0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289330500562801746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowmobile races across a frozen lake = Not your average family vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd6VNqdb-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/EewJ4AZwjlk/s1600-h/DSCN0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd6VNqdb-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/EewJ4AZwjlk/s320/DSCN0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289330792233529314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can't even sled like normal people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd61xaX0eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/264ey7_ATJk/s1600-h/DSCN0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd61xaX0eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/264ey7_ATJk/s320/DSCN0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331351585542626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ski resort = My happy place&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/8502507129809404508-1326508981596296591?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1326508981596296591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1326508981596296591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1326508981596296591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1326508981596296591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2009/01/weather-outside-was-frightful-but-fire.html' title='The weather outside was frightful, but the fire was oh so delightful'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SWd6EPGvVFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5ayMQGWcAhk/s72-c/DSCN0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2347290802672205130</id><published>2008-12-30T01:59:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:20:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a bad case of Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once read a quote that goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealized past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; ~Robertson Davies, &lt;i&gt;A Voice from the Attic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Nostalgia is a funny thing. In some respects it is important to always remember your past, the people you were so fortunate to come across, and the lessons you learned from the many adventures and experiences you encountered. On the other hand, you need to live in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, and not in the longing of what once was or what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has always said I am an extremely passionate person. Yesterday she again brought home this point when she commented how I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love deeply. &lt;/span&gt;This passion can be conveyed on anything really--music, hobbies, people. Whatever it is that I decide to love I love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVnoEZrOKiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DOFUcOWrjro/s1600-h/the-memories-change-as-i-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVnoEZrOKiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DOFUcOWrjro/s200/the-memories-change-as-i-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285510800005278242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; my whole heart. I don't think this is a bad thing, in fact, I consider it one of my talents in life. The only time it becomes a burden is when I am caught up in a flood of memories and can't quite get my feet to touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tonight. Tonight I went to a movie with a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;(we saw the "Curious Case of Benjamin Button," which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looooved&lt;/span&gt;, for your information) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;a friend whom I feel like we never got to finish our story due to the different paths our lives were meant to lead. When we get together it's like we are just continuing our conversation, only to be put on hold for who knows how long, or possibly, forever. Why were people like him put in my life? I don't know. I do know, however, that everyone is in our lives for a reason, and further, everything happens for a reason. And for that I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9RCAciPtsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9RCAciPtsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2347290802672205130?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2347290802672205130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2347290802672205130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2347290802672205130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2347290802672205130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-got-bad-case-of-nostalgia.html' title='I&apos;ve got a bad case of Nostalgia'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVnoEZrOKiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DOFUcOWrjro/s72-c/the-memories-change-as-i-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4634455222304360345</id><published>2008-12-28T12:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:35:43.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay up and make some memories with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVfVAkuEX1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/_WWR7CzGnrk/s1600-h/cathy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284926893576183634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVfVAkuEX1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/_WWR7CzGnrk/s200/cathy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to see one of my best friends in the whole world last night. We haven't seen each other for over a year, but the minute we get together it's like the time or space between us never even existed. I guess that's the mark of a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything in your life is changing a million times a minute, it's refreshing to know that some friendships will never fade. Mr. Dave Matthews sums up our friendship with one line, the title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Catherine Jhung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4634455222304360345?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4634455222304360345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4634455222304360345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4634455222304360345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4634455222304360345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-up-and-make-some-memories-with-me.html' title='Stay up and make some memories with me...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVfVAkuEX1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/_WWR7CzGnrk/s72-c/cathy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6832930530244348411</id><published>2008-12-22T23:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:07:40.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss this place. That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVB_9SpFQMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6uX7Dlta9ZQ/s1600-h/n17801622_30732384_7340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282863053858488514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVB_9SpFQMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6uX7Dlta9ZQ/s320/n17801622_30732384_7340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6832930530244348411?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6832930530244348411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6832930530244348411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6832930530244348411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6832930530244348411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/jadore.html' title='J&apos;adore'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SVB_9SpFQMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6uX7Dlta9ZQ/s72-c/n17801622_30732384_7340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2685288067879555178</id><published>2008-12-20T21:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:08:29.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SU3IK6kXcYI/AAAAAAAAATs/funqrkwD_Zk/s1600-h/graduation-photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a crazy hectic finals week that I thought would never end, I took my last final EVER on Thursday. After a two-day long process of getting home due to inclement weather, I am now sitting inside my cozy home in Spokane as I look out at the -2 degree, snowy Washington weather that is, in my opinion, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is that I am going to revel in having absolutely &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;to do for a few weeks. College was SO two days ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2685288067879555178?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2685288067879555178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2685288067879555178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2685288067879555178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2685288067879555178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/done-and-done.html' title='Done and Done.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2105560312039569574</id><published>2008-12-16T22:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:02:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upward Over the Mountain</title><content type='html'>This song is getting me through finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it, or don't. But either way it's one of my absolute favorites. Iron and Wine is incredible. This specific song reminds me of being completely content with everything in life--of when life is stress-free, or at least at peace for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Nlsy79swaA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Nlsy79swaA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 songs on here for some reason. Mine is the first one, and ends at 6 minutes. Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2105560312039569574?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2105560312039569574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2105560312039569574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2105560312039569574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2105560312039569574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/upward-over-mountain.html' title='Upward Over the Mountain'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1874936489249882988</id><published>2008-12-14T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:16:46.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 miles</title><content type='html'>I signed up for the Moab Half-Marathon Lottery... and by-golly, I got picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1874936489249882988?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1874936489249882988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1874936489249882988&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1874936489249882988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1874936489249882988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/13-miles.html' title='13 miles'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4018362840109697638</id><published>2008-12-11T20:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:29:10.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Fab 4</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget that everyone wasn't raised knowing every single detail about the Beatles and their childhoods, favorite colors, heights, birthdays.... (cough cough). Anyway... tonight I started talking to my two roommates, Jessy and Jaimee, about George Harrison. When all I got was blank looks, I asked "you know, George Harrison? The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEATLE&lt;/span&gt;?!?" Still, blank looks. "Don't you guys know the names of the Beatles??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaimee, getting a little excited, then says "Yeah, there's like Steve... Mike... Chris....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me just say that if you didn't laugh out loud thinking about how the Beatles could have been Steve, Mike, Chris, and George, then, well, I guess I really am one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You can read Jaimee's side of the story &lt;a href="http://lenkersdorfer.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4018362840109697638?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4018362840109697638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4018362840109697638&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4018362840109697638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4018362840109697638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-fab-4.html' title='The New Fab 4'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5125741782175884947</id><published>2008-12-10T14:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:20:43.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickling the Ivories...</title><content type='html'>Today I played in my first piano recital in 4 years. Woah! I forgot how nerve racking those things are. It was actually kind of fun though... and I am so glad I took lessons during my last semester. It was good to tune up some of my skills and remind myself why I love the piano so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played two pieces today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bach - Prelude #17&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachmaninoff - Prelude in C# Minor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Both were fun, but I have to admit... the Rachmaninoff was my favorite. I got to play loud and fast... which, come on, is everything I wanted to do when I started as a wee little one. Which reminds me -- sorry mom for all that piano banging for years upon years... you are a good sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5125741782175884947?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5125741782175884947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5125741782175884947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5125741782175884947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5125741782175884947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/tickling-ivories.html' title='Tickling the Ivories...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2222462290543009573</id><published>2008-12-09T11:44:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:59:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to go to San Francisco this weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This weekend I exercised my right to be spontaneous and took a last-minute trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with my good friend Lauren. We went for reasons that are legit and grown-up, bust mostly we just had a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST69KacaWPI/AAAAAAAAASs/PJzdDj83cq8/s1600-h/CIMG0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST69KacaWPI/AAAAAAAAASs/PJzdDj83cq8/s320/CIMG0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277863799919630578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing tourguide at Fisherman's Wharf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST69fDi2RTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/q2e9H3c0Tow/s1600-h/CIMG0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST69fDi2RTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/q2e9H3c0Tow/s320/CIMG0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277864154549863730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seals at Pier 39. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST694vBmHjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Xl_Tw4v6oBY/s1600-h/CIMG0782+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST694vBmHjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Xl_Tw4v6oBY/s320/CIMG0782+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277864595718282802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am excited to move back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6-PjFwxxI/AAAAAAAAATE/kg2PzqUpGUs/s1600-h/CIMG0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6-PjFwxxI/AAAAAAAAATE/kg2PzqUpGUs/s320/CIMG0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277864987651524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE North Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6-hyVdXmI/AAAAAAAAATM/nH_x7hmgZEM/s1600-h/CIMG0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6-hyVdXmI/AAAAAAAAATM/nH_x7hmgZEM/s320/CIMG0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277865300981538402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowzers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6_GwQKxSI/AAAAAAAAATc/1gqlzGOFMGM/s1600-h/CIMG0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6_GwQKxSI/AAAAAAAAATc/1gqlzGOFMGM/s320/CIMG0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277865936077636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to throw this in here -- we definitely saw the Facebook Headquarters in Palo Alto. You are jealous, admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6_dzcU0tI/AAAAAAAAATk/dDEq9SGS4iA/s1600-h/CIMG0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6_dzcU0tI/AAAAAAAAATk/dDEq9SGS4iA/s320/CIMG0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277866332070925010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could live on these streets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6-zFM_I7I/AAAAAAAAATU/jD_NP_9reMM/s1600-h/CIMG0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST6-zFM_I7I/AAAAAAAAATU/jD_NP_9reMM/s320/CIMG0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277865598104052658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That, right there, is called the Golden Gate Bridge. A real beauty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2222462290543009573?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2222462290543009573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2222462290543009573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2222462290543009573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2222462290543009573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-want-to-go-to-san-francisco-this.html' title='Do you want to go to San Francisco this weekend?'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/ST69KacaWPI/AAAAAAAAASs/PJzdDj83cq8/s72-c/CIMG0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-13800125877748402</id><published>2008-11-30T11:20:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:38:47.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag of 29 Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FIRST: I hope you like my new festive background! Happy Holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;SECOND: I was tagged! My answers are as follows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;/span&gt; YES! I have what you would call a "weak stomach." I hate the doctor -- ok, well maybe not the man, just what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What do you think of hot dogs? &lt;/span&gt;I think they're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Favorite Christmas movie? &lt;/span&gt;Elf, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you do push ups? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah sometimes, but I don't think they are real push ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? &lt;/span&gt;Oh goodness... that is tough, considering I love jewelry. Maybe my flower earrings. They are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Favorite hobby? &lt;/span&gt;Snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I'll be honest... I have a hard time sitting still for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What's one trait you hate about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;I get really anxious about things... and then I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Middle name? &lt;/span&gt;Elise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?&lt;/span&gt; "I wish the apartment next to mine didn't play loud music and wake me up from my nap... I am looking forward to dinner... Why is there no snow on the ground?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Current worry? &lt;/span&gt;When should I move to California?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. Favorite place to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Either on top of a mountain, in a foreign country, or snuggled up on a couch with blankets, hot chocolate, and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Where would you like to go? &lt;/span&gt;Australia/New Zealand, Switzerland, China, Costa Rica, South Africa, France, London, ... the list could go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do you own slippers? &lt;/span&gt;Of course... I'm obsessed with them. So cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What's your nickname? &lt;/span&gt;I have many -- Milly, Mills, Millers, Meal Head, Meal Face, Face, Camillio, Jagga, Camizzle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What year would you go back in time to? &lt;/span&gt;Probably 1969. I would love to be in the hay-day of hippie-dom and prime Beatles music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Can you whistle? &lt;/span&gt;Ha! no. I sound like a dying bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Favorite color? &lt;/span&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Would you be a pirate? &lt;/span&gt;Yes I would. I'm actually related to a pirate... matey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Last thing that made you laugh? &lt;/span&gt;My brother-in-law during church. He's goofy and teases me a lot. It's ok though, I can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Worst injury you've ever had? &lt;/span&gt;Pulled my MCL in my knee during soccer tryouts... hurt like crazy, and has left me with weak knees (literally of course, but also figuratively I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Do you remember your first kiss? &lt;/span&gt;Of course! That would be weird if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. How many dogs do you have? &lt;/span&gt;Zero. I'm not a big dog person... Blame it on me mam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Does someone have a crush on you? &lt;/span&gt;That's a weird question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What is your favorite movie(s)?: &lt;/span&gt;Across the Universe, Beaches, Pride and Prejudice, What a Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What is your favorite candy? &lt;/span&gt;Peanut M&amp;amp;M's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Favorite Sports: &lt;/span&gt;To play? Probably soccer, tennis, golf, or rockclimbing (if that is considered a sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Your favorite meal? &lt;/span&gt;Probably dinner. It's the most substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Do you have any odd habits? &lt;/span&gt;Totally. I pop my knuckles, play with my hair when I'm bored, sing in the shower, am addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper, love yoga, and can absolutely devour a bowl of chips and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-13800125877748402?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/13800125877748402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=13800125877748402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/13800125877748402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/13800125877748402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-of-29-things.html' title='A Tag of 29 Things...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-171672047963150962</id><published>2008-11-24T18:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:48:05.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLDPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; live. I honestly don't think I can quite put the experience into words. They probably put on the best show I have ever seen. The lights, the energy, the sound, the playlist, and of course the music was amazing. Maybe the fact that I was literally brought to tears will give you an idea of what that show meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pretty awesome nosebleed seats, but at one point the band played in the middle of the crowd. Jace and I ran up and were able to be approximately 10 feet away from Chris Martin, the love of my life. But unfortunately I didn't have my camera... so this one of Jace and I waiting for the band to come out will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVA LA VIDA my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SStX6-fpqxI/AAAAAAAAASM/3we4ytJE0EE/s1600-h/PICT2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SStX6-fpqxI/AAAAAAAAASM/3we4ytJE0EE/s320/PICT2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272404459487079186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-171672047963150962?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/171672047963150962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=171672047963150962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/171672047963150962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/171672047963150962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/viva.html' title='Viva!'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SStX6-fpqxI/AAAAAAAAASM/3we4ytJE0EE/s72-c/PICT2990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-877091125335096959</id><published>2008-11-22T00:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:29:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee</title><content type='html'>3 Happy things today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents came into town.&lt;br /&gt;2. I only have 12 days of class left till I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought my Snowbird ski pass today. BRING ON THE POWDER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-877091125335096959?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/877091125335096959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=877091125335096959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/877091125335096959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/877091125335096959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/yippee.html' title='Yippee'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6323450461704393944</id><published>2008-11-20T16:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:13:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother/Sister go dancing through my head...</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful. I am grateful for a lot of things, like warm weather, sleep, seeing old &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSX7-5uPzCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aB-4bcVLTCo/s1600-h/12-21-%7E3+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSX7-5uPzCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aB-4bcVLTCo/s320/12-21-%7E3+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270895996972289058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friends, an awesome longboard ride, and good music. But I mostly just want to express how grateful I am for Brittney and Jace, my amazing siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big sis and little bro are two of the biggest blessings in my life. They have truly become two of my best friends. Sometimes I just consider it a part of life, but when stepping back I realize I am so lucky to have two people like them who I feel that I can say anything to and not be judged. We are honest with each other, which is something I value. They give the best advice, and I know I can talk to them about anything. But mostly, we just have a good time and laugh about stupid things that are not really that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, I am grateful for Stuart, the newest addition to the McLaws sibling-ry. (I think I just made up a word, but it's my blog so I can if I want). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSX8U38NhmI/AAAAAAAAASE/wW7QPMzErwI/s1600-h/DSCN0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSX8U38NhmI/AAAAAAAAASE/wW7QPMzErwI/s320/DSCN0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270896374451111522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is great, and makes us laugh even more than we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I am officially a cheeseball, I love you guys! Thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6323450461704393944?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6323450461704393944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6323450461704393944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6323450461704393944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6323450461704393944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/brothersister-go-dancing-through-my.html' title='Brother/Sister go dancing through my head...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSX7-5uPzCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aB-4bcVLTCo/s72-c/12-21-%7E3+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1518232659195606332</id><published>2008-11-19T02:49:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:59:26.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink..."</title><content type='html'>Random fact about Camille day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't sleep. Sometimes I lay in bed for hours with my eyes closed, but I am smart and know that I'm not really sleeping. It's usually caused by my overactive brain that goes crazy the second I lay down. I'm still trying to figure out how to fix it. Tonight, for example, I have tried a lot of things... I have gotten out of bed to get a drink, go to the bathroom, etc. hoping that will get some restlessness out. I have opened the window to let cool air in the room cause&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSPil_VXfvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WJe4HKwQzp0/s1600-h/12-21-2006+04%3B30%3B51PMds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSPil_VXfvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WJe4HKwQzp0/s200/12-21-2006+04%3B30%3B51PMds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270305131237703410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really uncomfortably hot. I have opened a book to try and read. And now I have turned to the computer, hoping this will make me tired. But since it hasn't, it is your lucky day and you are now reading a blog post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The picture is of my little brother Jace at about age 2 sleeping, which is something I wish I was doing right now as it is almost 3 am. Maybe a batman suit will fix the problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1518232659195606332?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1518232659195606332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1518232659195606332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1518232659195606332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1518232659195606332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-tired-i-havent-slept-wink.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m so tired, I haven&apos;t slept a wink...&quot;'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSPil_VXfvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WJe4HKwQzp0/s72-c/12-21-2006+04%3B30%3B51PMds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3779297180686974251</id><published>2008-11-16T20:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:55:43.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FICTIONIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSDrNUtbFvI/AAAAAAAAARs/s2b1T8I2_hU/s1600-h/l_679d3150183545f5addfd25964f3386c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSDrNUtbFvI/AAAAAAAAARs/s2b1T8I2_hU/s200/l_679d3150183545f5addfd25964f3386c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269470178153535218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night I saw an amazing concert. I LOVE concerts, and this one might be near the top of my list. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fictionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, formerly known as Good Morning Maxfield, rocked the Velour Music Gallery for a couple hours. Literally though, I was rocking out. I could say so much about this concert and the band, but like most things you've got to "see it to believe it." The talent of the six guys on stage is incredible; everytime I see them I am reminded of how music takes me to a place unreachable by anything else. Words cannot explain the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the peak of this show for me was when they played "I want You, She's So Heavy" by the Beatles. It has always been a dream of mine to hear a Beatles song live, and this blew my mind. So, umm... thanks guys. I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3779297180686974251?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3779297180686974251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3779297180686974251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3779297180686974251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3779297180686974251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/fictionist.html' title='FICTIONIST'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SSDrNUtbFvI/AAAAAAAAARs/s2b1T8I2_hU/s72-c/l_679d3150183545f5addfd25964f3386c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8995913910919447338</id><published>2008-11-14T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:39:05.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Tide, Low Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SR40OdYKgSI/AAAAAAAAARc/s-2fSPnjiD4/s1600-h/12-21-2006+04%3B44%3B00PMnj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SR40OdYKgSI/AAAAAAAAARc/s-2fSPnjiD4/s400/12-21-2006+04%3B44%3B00PMnj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268706037078851874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was little we went on a trip to California. I was born and had been living in Utah, and therefore wasn't too accustomed to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister Brittney and my cousin Megan ran out to put their feet in the water and play with the tide a little. "Wait for me!" I shouted as I gleefully ran after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a minute later I was hit by a pretty powerful wave, at least for my size and experience, and got pulled under. When I walked back to my mommy and daddy wanting a hug, all I got was a lot of laughing from everyone. I didn't understand why they were laughing, and to this day I still held a slight grudge when remembering the experience or seeing this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tonight I saw this picture and started laughing. Now I understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8995913910919447338?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8995913910919447338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8995913910919447338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8995913910919447338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8995913910919447338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-tide-low-tide.html' title='High Tide, Low Tide'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SR40OdYKgSI/AAAAAAAAARc/s-2fSPnjiD4/s72-c/12-21-2006+04%3B44%3B00PMnj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-7303902271054269439</id><published>2008-11-13T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:19:41.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SRy1Ik-pBTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5osiqDTkGMo/s1600-h/Aida_broadway_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SRy1Ik-pBTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5osiqDTkGMo/s200/Aida_broadway_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268284823086630194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I went and saw "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aida&lt;/span&gt;" at the Hale Center Theater in Orem. I have one word to explain this experience: WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 110% impressed with this production. The singing, acting, stage props, etc. were all incredible. And if any of you have been to the Hale Center Theater you will know it's an "in-your-face" type of production. My friend and I were on the front row, and therefore approximately 2 feet from the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show just reaffirmed how amazing Elton John is in my eyes... ok ok, he's a little "strange" but, nonetheless, still rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is... GO SEE IT. You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-7303902271054269439?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7303902271054269439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=7303902271054269439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7303902271054269439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7303902271054269439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/aida.html' title='Aida'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SRy1Ik-pBTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5osiqDTkGMo/s72-c/Aida_broadway_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5823235097860733373</id><published>2008-11-12T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:11:28.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, I don't mind</title><content type='html'>It's raining today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you know me even a little you will know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE THE RAIN&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me happier for some reason. Call me weird, but you know, that's just how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make today a special day and biked to both classes. I found an odd amount of enjoyment getting my face all wet, so I thought, hmm... maybe I should go on a run. So that's what I did! I ran... and ran... and ran... and then noticed I had been running for over an hour. So, I have thus concluded that my new favorite thing is going for a run in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain + good music + endorphins = happy Camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTLJMSbEnn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTLJMSbEnn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little song about rain for your listening pleasure. One of my favorites for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5823235097860733373?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5823235097860733373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5823235097860733373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5823235097860733373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5823235097860733373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-i-dont-mind.html' title='Rain, I don&apos;t mind'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5111463776320794187</id><published>2008-11-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:45:40.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canyons, Weddings, and Kitties</title><content type='html'>GOOD NEWS! My computer is fixed! I decided I would reward the world with a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been super busy lately with all sorts of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take you back a few weeks when I went to southern Utah with my Canyoneering class to go through some canyons -- Ding and Dang canyon and Baptist Draw. It was a BLAST. I was reminded that being outside really is my happy place, and that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canyoneering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is something I could get a little obsessed with. Unfortunately, I think I need to make money first. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROJMKfkgbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HcOrOVY36HM/s1600-h/DSCF7346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROJMKfkgbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HcOrOVY36HM/s200/DSCF7346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265703231394447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rappelling down the 80-footer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROKIqf9qGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-oTdeScGKcc/s1600-h/PICT2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROKIqf9qGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-oTdeScGKcc/s320/PICT2906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265704270778181730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made some awesome friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROKVUVL_bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ysU6oPYgxMA/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROKVUVL_bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ysU6oPYgxMA/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265704488165703090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously chose the wrong major...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. I don't really know what I'm doing in this picture. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I took a little trip down to Laguna Beach to see one of my best friends in the whole wide world become the new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Elyse Garlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The wedding was seriously beautiful, Elyse was traffic-stopping gorgeous, and I was so glad I got to be a part of the festivities. Congratulations Andrew and Elyse!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROLXCYShyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qdWg4MLSuqY/s1600-h/PICT2949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROLXCYShyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qdWg4MLSuqY/s320/PICT2949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705617218242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The new Mr. and Mrs. Garlock coming out of the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROLtwkZl7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/JQKPH-FSSvk/s1600-h/PICT2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROLtwkZl7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/JQKPH-FSSvk/s320/PICT2954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265706007574190002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elyse looked incredible. So classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROMLO2viJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4JX2kgGEyOY/s1600-h/PICT2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROMLO2viJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4JX2kgGEyOY/s320/PICT2980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265706513920395410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coolest cake I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROOGSmQ0oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N7XuZmmRUmo/s1600-h/PICT2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROOGSmQ0oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N7XuZmmRUmo/s320/PICT2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708628048925314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lauren and I. We wore blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROMXVuddfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tfhscIwjZmk/s1600-h/DSC03786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROMXVuddfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tfhscIwjZmk/s320/DSC03786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265706721923134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bridesmaids in Newport the night before -- What a fun group of girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can't forget about the holiday where grown ups dress up as weird characters and animals. Seriously bizarre, but totally fun. I was a cat. A black cat, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROM4-lOPiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6-itY5Dddek/s1600-h/PICT2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROM4-lOPiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6-itY5Dddek/s320/PICT2931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707299825925666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My roommate Erin and I. Why not dress up as a cat and a pirate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SRONP92dG1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/JhARJxlGo1k/s1600-h/PICT2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SRONP92dG1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/JhARJxlGo1k/s320/PICT2920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265707694766758738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meow.&lt;/span&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/8502507129809404508-5111463776320794187?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5111463776320794187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5111463776320794187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5111463776320794187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5111463776320794187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/canyons-weddings-and-cats.html' title='Canyons, Weddings, and Kitties'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SROJMKfkgbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HcOrOVY36HM/s72-c/DSCF7346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8968296331319722738</id><published>2008-10-23T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:55:23.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale = Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SQCeC_T3igI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4KAwau_i4uY/s1600-h/logo_v2_m56577569830502393.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SQCeC_T3igI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4KAwau_i4uY/s200/logo_v2_m56577569830502393.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260378138960431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not the world's biggest shopper, but I too get really excited about a good deal every now and again. Last night my sister and I went up to Thanksgiving Point to benefit from this sale Downeast Outfitters was having. No, this was not just your regular sale. The whole barn was FILLED with J-Crew clothes all under $25. It was a shopping frenzy as people were sifting through boxes of expensive clothes that are finally cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored big, getting a dress, a blazer, two sweaters, two leather belts, and 3 shirts for under $90. I won't need to go shopping again all winter! So, if I haven't convinced you enough that you need to be there -- GO! It ends tonight at 7. That's right, leave your computer now and shop away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8968296331319722738?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8968296331319722738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8968296331319722738&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8968296331319722738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8968296331319722738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/sale-happiness.html' title='Sale = Happiness'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SQCeC_T3igI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4KAwau_i4uY/s72-c/logo_v2_m56577569830502393.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6351006249952072750</id><published>2008-10-17T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:27:07.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs are Good, just not for computers.</title><content type='html'>For all of you friends of mine that lost sleep over my computer debacle, I thought I would put your mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Best Buy last night with a receipt to prove I bought it there. After asking one question of how it happened, the nice man at the desk just said "ok, sign here to prove you let us take your computer. It will be fixed within 2 weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast, and I am without my laptop for a bit, but oh well. Whatever it was that happened made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6351006249952072750?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6351006249952072750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6351006249952072750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6351006249952072750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6351006249952072750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/hugs-are-good-just-not-for-computers.html' title='Hugs are Good, just not for computers.'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3390908732473260000</id><published>2008-10-16T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:43:31.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Unfortunate Events...</title><content type='html'>I write this sad tale from the desktop computer at my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do that, Camille? You have your own laptop! Well here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was leaving work and walking to class and ran into one of my favorite people in the world. She gives incredible bear-hugs. I guess she loves me so much that her squeeze broke my computer LCD screen. I didn't discover this till I open my computer in class and find a blank white screen with a big black spot that looks like ink. Tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am in the market for a third party company that won't charge me an arm and a leg for repairs. I bought the computer on sale for $800 -- HP wants to charge me $700. YEAH RIGHT! So if you smart computer people have any recommendations you would be my new favorite person. A wanted position I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3390908732473260000?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3390908732473260000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3390908732473260000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3390908732473260000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3390908732473260000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A Series of Unfortunate Events...'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8765043189219123181</id><published>2008-10-06T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:09:02.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is All You Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SOp7eTg1FfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iHWV6zMas8Q/s1600-h/PICT2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SOp7eTg1FfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iHWV6zMas8Q/s400/PICT2884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254147675845367282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a plaque my dear friend Rachel Young made me for my birthday. I love it. On it is a statement trite but true. I think those 4 guys in the 60's were on to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is crazy right now. With the crazy economic situation, presidential elections, and just modern living in general, it's easy to get caught up in the stress and forget what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need in life is family. I need friends. I need days like today when I wake up and see blue sky, fresh snow on Timp, and the changing colors of the leaves. But most of all, all I need in life is LOVE. Love really is all you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8765043189219123181?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8765043189219123181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8765043189219123181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8765043189219123181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8765043189219123181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-all-you-need.html' title='Love Is All You Need'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SOp7eTg1FfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iHWV6zMas8Q/s72-c/PICT2884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5864546141396631502</id><published>2008-10-04T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:15:40.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adventuresome List</title><content type='html'>Wow, nothing like a blog break, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently school is busy... and I'm pretty sure I did NOT sign up for that this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is good. I have been reminded of this fact so many times in the last 3 weeks. There really is someone looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last semester at BYU, and I am trying to take advantage of every little opportunity to make it the best semester ever. And you know what? I am. I have been having a BLAST. I have a mental checklist of things I want to do in Provo before I leave this next year. I have already done a few... Last night I hiked the Y again, just for old times sake, and last weekend I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiked Timp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! It was a beast of a hike, I will be honest, but I am SO glad I did it. And plus, it just gave me another excuse to hang out with my sister. Now when I look at it out my window I can say "yup, I've been up there." What a cool feeling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SOeGswytriI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wUvMBI-FLII/s1600-h/PICT2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SOeGswytriI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wUvMBI-FLII/s320/PICT2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253315593920949794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short list of some things I want to accomplish:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike Y Mountain (no, not the Y, to the TOP of the mountain)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to hobbit-ville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camp at Zions National Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go backcountry skiing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike Squaw Peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Havasupai (finally)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to play raquetball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go rockclimbing in Provo Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am up for more adventures to accomplish. And you are more than welcome to come along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5864546141396631502?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5864546141396631502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5864546141396631502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5864546141396631502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5864546141396631502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventuresome-list.html' title='An Adventuresome List'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SOeGswytriI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wUvMBI-FLII/s72-c/PICT2870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-3826027198933721508</id><published>2008-09-14T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:50:29.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Rise and Shout the Cougars are Out</title><content type='html'>There is only one word to describe yesterday's game against UCLA: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've never been one of those people who knows everything at games... I like to pretend though, as I throw in appropriately-timed "hoorahs!" and "go teams!" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SM2jAypLeDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PmnwlagfaK8/s1600-h/PICT2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SM2jAypLeDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PmnwlagfaK8/s320/PICT2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246028374946314290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a different story, however. I was on the edge of my amazing seat (that's right--50 yard line 8 rows up). I even made it on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just a big shout out to my wonderful cougars. Way to beat those Bruins 59-0, and to give them the biggest shut out they have had in 75 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah rah rah rah rah GOOOOOOO COUGARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-3826027198933721508?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3826027198933721508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=3826027198933721508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3826027198933721508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/3826027198933721508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-rise-and-shout-cougars-are-out.html' title='Oh Rise and Shout the Cougars are Out'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SM2jAypLeDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PmnwlagfaK8/s72-c/PICT2859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2206555820475957539</id><published>2008-09-12T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:17:37.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMraowdhDGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NYTPg7_G74A/s1600-h/12-21-2006+04%3B30%3B51PMdy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMraowdhDGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NYTPg7_G74A/s400/12-21-2006+04%3B30%3B51PMdy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245245109764688994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween is always an exciting time for a kid. For us, it was not only because we got to dress up as a ballerina, vampire, or punk-rock star with really big bangs, but because we got to see our dad as a big, gray bunny rabbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2206555820475957539?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2206555820475957539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2206555820475957539&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2206555820475957539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2206555820475957539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-treasure.html' title='A Friday Treasure'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMraowdhDGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NYTPg7_G74A/s72-c/12-21-2006+04%3B30%3B51PMdy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-38444579646202596</id><published>2008-09-11T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:53:37.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11: 7 Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMk7Ere-KAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/piZCIOxHK8g/s1600-h/Story.crash.sequence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244788192627795970" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMk7Ere-KAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/piZCIOxHK8g/s320/Story.crash.sequence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's September 11th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I feel blessed to be a part of such an amazing country where I am free to think what I want to think. But days like today also remind me of the impending stress and pressure on our country. &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;br /&gt;7 years has passed since America received their big wake-up call. That day will live so vividly in every American's memory. I was walking out of seminary, and a girl shouted "the white house has been blown up!" This wasn't true, as we all know. As soon as I got to school a few minutes later there were projectors with CNN reporting the latest; I stood in shock as I watched the second plane hit the second tower. &lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;. I will never forget that feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to remember. What were you doing when you found out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-38444579646202596?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/38444579646202596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=38444579646202596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/38444579646202596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/38444579646202596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/911-7-years-later.html' title='9/11: 7 Years Later'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMk7Ere-KAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/piZCIOxHK8g/s72-c/Story.crash.sequence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5714238873589808188</id><published>2008-09-10T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:28:12.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No DMB for Me</title><content type='html'>It's official: The Dave Matthews Band concert in Utah is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCELED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;About two weeks ago the website informed me it was "postponed" because the funeral for Leroi Moore, the saxophone player who died suddenly, was on the same day. This is a dark day in the life of a Dave fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad inside, not just because I don't get to see my favorite band rock the stage, but because this is the first summer since freshman year that I will not see Dave. It's like the end of an era. College days are coming to a close! I officially hate growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in remembrance of the many amazing times I have had at the FOUR Dave shows I have seen, here are some pics from the many blessed hours I spent waiting in the hot sun to get a good seat. Oh the life of a Dave fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show #1 was at USANA with Brittney freshman year. I don't have any digital pics. No worries, though. It was my first Dave show, and therefore an absolutely incredible experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdk5ay_W9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/vAwpXrpfFtw/s1600-h/EPSN0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdk5ay_W9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/vAwpXrpfFtw/s200/EPSN0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244271228704742354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show #2 at the Gorge with Emily and Amanda, sporting the new Dave-wear. I believe this is the show Jace and I showed up to the Gorge at 9:45 am. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdmYgaCI6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b14LJANLp0s/s1600-h/HPIM0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdmYgaCI6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b14LJANLp0s/s200/HPIM0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272862298252194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show #3 at USANA with Emily. We were the second car in the parking lot. You may laugh, but we also got front row GA seats to witness the best playlist I ever experienced. Thanks again, Dave, for playing "Bartender" for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdlkjiYlsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sNZzA7Wj8zE/s1600-h/DSCN0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdlkjiYlsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sNZzA7Wj8zE/s200/DSCN0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244271969785386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show #4 at the Gorge with Jace and Cathy, still managing to have a good time while waiting in line. You meet some pretty cool people in these lines... Dave fans are like an extended family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdod79harI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Rp2B50VSImg/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdod79harI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Rp2B50VSImg/s200/DSCN0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275154617461426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proof that waiting in line is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5714238873589808188?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5714238873589808188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5714238873589808188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5714238873589808188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5714238873589808188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-dmb-for-me.html' title='No DMB for Me'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMdk5ay_W9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/vAwpXrpfFtw/s72-c/EPSN0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1005987979192636497</id><published>2008-09-06T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:11:26.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it Been 18 Months Yet?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to a "Welcome Home" party for a friend who just got back from her mission in Japan (yay Natalie!) Now I am thinking only one thing -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm ready for Emily to come home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I miss that girl like a fat kid on a diet misses cake... or something? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMNu0tSzxmI/AAAAAAAAANo/OeT6UiRYuBg/s1600-h/hot+mommas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMNu0tSzxmI/AAAAAAAAANo/OeT6UiRYuBg/s320/hot+mommas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243156242980128354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At a football game during the first week of freshman year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMNvq2xPX9I/AAAAAAAAANw/BwDeF6GgbWI/s1600-h/EPSN0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMNvq2xPX9I/AAAAAAAAANw/BwDeF6GgbWI/s320/EPSN0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243157173236621266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE WHIZ KIDS. Bring back memories anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1005987979192636497?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1005987979192636497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1005987979192636497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1005987979192636497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1005987979192636497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/has-it-been-18-months-yet.html' title='Has it Been 18 Months Yet?'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SMNu0tSzxmI/AAAAAAAAANo/OeT6UiRYuBg/s72-c/hot+mommas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2413497221979356900</id><published>2008-09-03T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:35:03.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo says "Hi Jace!"</title><content type='html'>It's September which means Provo is once again inundated by thousands of little cougars excited to start a new semester or begin college all together. One such freshman student is my brother:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;JACE GARRETT McLAWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9MfbHV9HI/AAAAAAAAANA/JgG1VmX1Z0I/s1600-h/PICT2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9MfbHV9HI/AAAAAAAAANA/JgG1VmX1Z0I/s200/PICT2838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992594020758642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right! All three McLaws' children (and Stu) are now living within 5 blocks of each other in Provo, Utah. I am so pumped to have Jace on campus with me for my last semester. We already bonded in the library today... this is going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Jace to Provo also meant a weekend with the 'rents! We had a blast. With Mom and Dad here, us four poor college students benefitted from the good food, some needed Wal-Mart and Target trips, and a fun trip to Park City. Thanks again for everything guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9OOIYlxrI/AAAAAAAAANI/Pb38tXlpSH0/s1600-h/PICT2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9OOIYlxrI/AAAAAAAAANI/Pb38tXlpSH0/s320/PICT2832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994495958304434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some proud parents and a new cougar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9OozBJZVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5zMjQINs0Ck/s1600-h/PICT2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9OozBJZVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5zMjQINs0Ck/s320/PICT2839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994954079298898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad and his Daddy's Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9O-O6Bz1I/AAAAAAAAANY/BUHgvdD1ImY/s1600-h/PICT2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9O-O6Bz1I/AAAAAAAAANY/BUHgvdD1ImY/s320/PICT2841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995322342887250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She hates me taking pictures of her, but who can resist? She's too pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9PQMaVoFI/AAAAAAAAANg/ltcOtm3xzeo/s1600-h/PICT2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9PQMaVoFI/AAAAAAAAANg/ltcOtm3xzeo/s320/PICT2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995630910742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how I feel about starting a new semester. Can anyone say senioritis??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun Labor Day weekend. Even though I am sad for my parents that they had to go home to a very quiet house, I feel lucky to be here with my siblings. This is going to be a great last year!&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/8502507129809404508-2413497221979356900?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2413497221979356900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2413497221979356900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2413497221979356900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2413497221979356900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/09/provo-says-hi-jace.html' title='Provo says &quot;Hi Jace!&quot;'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SL9MfbHV9HI/AAAAAAAAANA/JgG1VmX1Z0I/s72-c/PICT2838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2176937718587668682</id><published>2008-08-26T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:46:21.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dublinopinion.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/happy-512-x-384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 117px;" src="http://dublinopinion.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/happy-512-x-384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up today with an array of feelings inside--happy, anxious, excited, nervous, sad, scared, longing, and contentment. And then, as I was reading a friend's blog entry, I was hit by a ton of bricks. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have SO MUCH to be grateful for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So that's what I'm writing about... things that I am grateful for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list, which is no where near complete and in no particular order, goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- A sister who is honest with me, sincere in her advice, and willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;- Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;- Music&lt;br /&gt;- A good night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;- A new apartment, with new roommates, and new adventures just waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;- BYU, and the opportunity I have to be a student here&lt;br /&gt;- My Dad and his wonderful example of what a father should be&lt;br /&gt;- A clean room... finally&lt;br /&gt;- My brother who is coming down to BYU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Inspired words&lt;br /&gt;- Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;- A mom who always answers the phone in a cheery voice&lt;br /&gt;- Trials, and the strength that comes from them&lt;br /&gt;- Patience&lt;br /&gt;- My new longboard&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;- The church, and the peace I find through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In light of the fact that my friend Kayla's words were so eloquent and perfectly phrased, I will simply quote from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://kaylaloo.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I feel like life should be simple, as if one day my textbook will make sense, as if one day I can love again and be loved, as if one day I could dry my family's tears, as if one day I didn't think about the cost, or as if one day I can make a difference in the world...when I feel like life could be that simple, I realize the Maker's Hand and I understand everything, everything is greater than my all... there is a power beyond my best, a power above all the rest. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I am weak, when I am down, when I am ready to kiss the ground the Lord steps in. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; can only understand so much in this life. Whether or not I call it fate, misguided hope, unrelenting desire...it will work out in the end. If I follow the Maker's Hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2176937718587668682?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2176937718587668682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2176937718587668682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2176937718587668682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2176937718587668682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-grateful-for.html' title='A Day of Thanks'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-106198206230459740</id><published>2008-08-24T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:13:26.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>King's Peak!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I wanted to thank everyone for their comments to my last blog. Last week totally sucked, and being reminded of the amazing friends and family I have been blessed with is a huge comfort. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I just wanted to report on the awesome weekend I had!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI7b7ang_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YswlfkzcOXU/s1600-h/28716_Kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI7b7ang_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YswlfkzcOXU/s200/28716_Kings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238314667577148402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to GET OUT and be out in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NATURE&lt;/span&gt;... which is my most favorite thing in the world. Three friends and I made the 4 hour drive to the High Uintas to begin a 26 mile backpacking trip to the top of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King's Peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--the highest point in Utah. (The picture to the right is a picture of the peak, but with snow on it. I didn't get one of the peak from far away, so you can thank google for that image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to admit that this hike was incredibly hard, at least for me. There's something about hiking with a 40+ pound pack and being above 10,000 feet that makes hiking a little hard. I thought I was going to die on the final hour to the top of the summit, which reached an astounding &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;13,528 feet&lt;/span&gt;. My stubborn self was not going to let the fatigue get to me! I MADE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI8Z7hvTrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5pA0UJfiUF8/s1600-h/n17829651_35936957_2879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI8Z7hvTrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5pA0UJfiUF8/s320/n17829651_35936957_2879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238315732758908594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allie, me, Andrew, and Josh about half-way up to the summit. Almost dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI83ar4nkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VJpowLOfB_g/s1600-h/n17829651_35936962_3820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI83ar4nkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VJpowLOfB_g/s320/n17829651_35936962_3820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238316239339167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A view from the top! This was the type of view I was surrounded by for 3 days. Ah-may-zing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI9WK5d9GI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EmVdZh3jLYQ/s1600-h/n17829651_35936966_4461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI9WK5d9GI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EmVdZh3jLYQ/s320/n17829651_35936966_4461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238316767677117538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proof we made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLLUiTXgaOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rkHOdJw29o0/s1600-h/PICT2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLLUiTXgaOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rkHOdJw29o0/s200/PICT2831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238483002364815586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my weekend. It was hard, I am sunburnt, I can't lift my left leg higher than  two inches off the ground, and I have a huge pack covered in dust that I still need to unpack...but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SO WORTH IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-106198206230459740?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/106198206230459740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=106198206230459740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/106198206230459740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/106198206230459740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/kings-peak.html' title='King&apos;s Peak!'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SLI7b7ang_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YswlfkzcOXU/s72-c/28716_Kings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-7846011094625409931</id><published>2008-08-20T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:58:25.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SKw8-4LXEAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kkanvBsuseU/s1600-h/meyer_lemon-745428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SKw8-4LXEAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kkanvBsuseU/s200/meyer_lemon-745428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236627517654634498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've all heard the saying that when life hands us lemons, we should make lemonade. Well friends, I've been trying... but apparently my lemons are a little too sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one thing after another, and I'm just trying to figure out why. But, unfortunately, we don't always know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why, &lt;/span&gt;now do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This string of bad luck started on Monday morning when I got a call from the Partner at PwC telling me that my peer mentor from my internship was killed in a serious car accident this weekend. When he said Chris's name, I just thought, "no... please not him. Chris was my best friend in the group!" Chris Gneiding was such a great guy -- he had an infectious laugh and an ability to make anyone feel comfortable. We also had a great bond due to our love of the Grateful Dead and all other jam bands. Believe me, those kind of bonds don't come every day! I know Chris is in a better place, but deaths always make you think twice about things. I always think "what if that was my brother or sister? what if that was me??" They are scary thoughts, but truly, life is so precious. I am reminded to try and live each day to the fullest not take another day for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes after I got the call about Chris, my friend David informed me that a dam broke and flooded Havasupai, our weekend camping destination. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you serious??&lt;/span&gt; Those kind of things happen like once a century... and of course it was the weekend WE had been planning to go for over 4 months! We are trying to throw together a plan B real quick... I NEED this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got back into Provo (YAHOO!) and was going to help out my boss on campus with the busy Education Week BYU is hosting. I drove STRAIGHT to campus from the airport, and stayed at work till 11:30 pm. I went home to an empty house that had no air conditioning, thus causing my sleep to be minimal to none. My alarm woke me up at 5:30 this morning to put me back in the money room by 6 am! Welcome home, Camille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a fellow Dave Matthews Band fan informed me &lt;a href="http://davematthewsband.com/"&gt;Leroi Moore&lt;/a&gt; (the saxophonist) died last night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is going on?! &lt;/span&gt;Leroi added such a unique sound and energy to the band. I am sad. I have tickets for a DMB concert next Wednesday night... it's going to be a very meloncholy event, that is to say if it isn't called off all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I apologize for the venting. I know (or hope) things will get better soon, as for now I'm just not really enjoying this bitter lemonade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-7846011094625409931?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7846011094625409931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=7846011094625409931&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7846011094625409931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7846011094625409931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-lemonade.html' title='Bitter Lemonade'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SKw8-4LXEAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kkanvBsuseU/s72-c/meyer_lemon-745428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-2908503804007000622</id><published>2008-08-11T23:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:37:28.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SKEg3VnKi2I/AAAAAAAAALo/nKcxgIq-y_M/s1600-h/PICT2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SKEg3VnKi2I/AAAAAAAAALo/nKcxgIq-y_M/s320/PICT2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233500377047534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time has come, my friends. I am embarking on another adventure as I leave the wonderful bay area and make the 12 hour drive back to Provo for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;LAST SEMESTER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at BYU. I am really excited to get back to P-town, mostly because I miss my friends and family and the many adventures we often get ourselves in. I am leaving bright and early in the morning... and sitting here talking about this kind of makes me want to skip sleeping tonight and jump ship early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I will miss San Francisco!&lt;/span&gt; I have made some REALLY good friends here, learned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot &lt;/span&gt;about myself, my family, and life in general. It wasn't easy... there were some hard times, but I'm so glad I did it. This has definitely been one of those summers I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye San Fran--I will miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-2908503804007000622?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2908503804007000622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=2908503804007000622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2908503804007000622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/2908503804007000622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/au-revoir.html' title='Au Revoir!'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SKEg3VnKi2I/AAAAAAAAALo/nKcxgIq-y_M/s72-c/PICT2722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4477980518801262757</id><published>2008-08-02T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:15:43.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>So this week seemed like one of those weeks that would NEVER end. Yes it went on and on my friends. (Lambchop anyone?? Ignore that if you are confused... just a brief reference to a  mid-90's childhood TV show.) I seriously feel like last Sunday was months ago. It was a super busy week which means I have a couple fun/exciting/noteworthy/what-have-you things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know how roadies and super fans follow their favorite bands around the country? Well wouldn't it be cool if the band followed YOU!? That HAPPENED to me this week! I am a huge fan of my brother in-law's band, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodmorningmaxfield.com/"&gt;Good Morning Maxfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who came to San Francisco to play a show at Berkeley on Tuesday night. And then you know how after a show you always want to hang out with the band? Well I got to do that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too!!!&lt;/span&gt; They  even came and slept at my house. I was living the superfan's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVGymOHOSI/AAAAAAAAALY/2lXbPCJEyRE/s1600-h/PICT2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVGymOHOSI/AAAAAAAAALY/2lXbPCJEyRE/s320/PICT2738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230164377327843618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caitlin and I waiting for the guys to go up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Friday was my LAST DAY IN THE OFFICE!! Seriously I am pumped. I am not officially done till the 8th, but I am one week closer! I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;my job at PwC this summer, but honestly, I'm totally over the whole "being an intern" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Friday I got to go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAMPING&lt;/span&gt;, which happens to be one of my most favorite things in the world to do. My ward had a big campout at &lt;a href="http://www.bigbasin.org/"&gt;Big Basin State Park&lt;/a&gt;. I had a blast. Nothing beats mountain roads, sitting by a campfire, trees, star-gazing, going for a spontaneous hike at midnight, and waking up to the sound of crickets and a friendly deer having his breakfast. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJU9SNwxHiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gau_JjNSzHQ/s1600-h/PICT2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJU9SNwxHiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gau_JjNSzHQ/s200/PICT2744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230153925401845282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dear! Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVG_2CaovI/AAAAAAAAALg/NO296VEnB9c/s1600-h/PICT2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVG_2CaovI/AAAAAAAAALg/NO296VEnB9c/s320/PICT2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230164604912050930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaymie, Anna, and I in the morning. Sorry, the camping look is never pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home and taking a much-needed nap, I woke up to my most adorable triplet cousins. They are just 3 out of the 6 children my aunt has under the age of 7. They are quite a handful, but probably the cutest kids I've ever seen. I have loved being able to see them often this summer--they could keep me entertained for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVFHx9RnpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aaK60Daa30M/s1600-h/triplets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVFHx9RnpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aaK60Daa30M/s320/triplets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230162542232444562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, that was my week. Hope everyone is doing well. Love to all!&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/8502507129809404508-4477980518801262757?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4477980518801262757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4477980518801262757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4477980518801262757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4477980518801262757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SJVGymOHOSI/AAAAAAAAALY/2lXbPCJEyRE/s72-c/PICT2738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-5959746192356306120</id><published>2008-07-31T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:29:03.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Jessica</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to bed at 9:30. I am proud to admit that I turned off the lights hours before both of my grandparents I am living with did. How cool am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning I woke up feeling great. I told my friend Jessica about it, and she called me a granny. Well what can I say? The granny life rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-5959746192356306120?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5959746192356306120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=5959746192356306120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5959746192356306120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/5959746192356306120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/bedtime.html' title='This is for Jessica'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4436825891686500548</id><published>2008-07-30T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:54:41.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Triple Favorite</title><content type='html'>It's just one of those days, ya know? I needed something to boost my spirits... and honestly, nothing is better than music. Music never lets me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my friends, this is one of my favorite musicians singing one of my favorite songs written by my favorite band ever. Could it get any better?!? I really don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zw-TUO7A-HQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zw-TUO7A-HQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4436825891686500548?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4436825891686500548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4436825891686500548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4436825891686500548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4436825891686500548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/triple-favorite.html' title='A Triple Favorite'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4228420448286307732</id><published>2008-07-29T14:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:43:31.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Belize Follow Up</title><content type='html'>The purpose of this entry is to dispell any thoughts you may have that PwC sent me to Belize to lay on the beach for a week (see the entry from &lt;a href="http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/101-project-belize.html"&gt;Friday, July 4th&lt;/a&gt;). I guess my HR representative nominated me or something, thus causing me and a few other interns to be filmed/interviews all week. And so you have it! I was famous for four days. Anyway, the promotional video was just released. Besides the few parts I speak or am filmed, it's really good... I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the picture to check it out&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(user beware: there is sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/19333/wmv/pwc.download.akamai.com/19333/us/ProjectBelize/PWC-Belize-Final-Journal.asx"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228535233789419074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SI99F9mh3kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8oIuapEdHtg/s200/n17801622_35527770_3602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4228420448286307732?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4228420448286307732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4228420448286307732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4228420448286307732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4228420448286307732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/httpmfile.html' title='Project Belize Follow Up'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SI99F9mh3kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8oIuapEdHtg/s72-c/n17801622_35527770_3602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4864197821776179046</id><published>2008-07-26T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:39:08.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did I do today? I think the pictures will speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvDgOVkOCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jASjtKV4y6I/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvDgOVkOCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jASjtKV4y6I/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227486750865373218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only one way out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu86-hoC1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YZX_bv3_7VM/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu86-hoC1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YZX_bv3_7VM/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227479513896061778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've GOT to be kidding me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu9ERfrZvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LUQhLt7heGY/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu9ERfrZvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LUQhLt7heGY/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227479673606989554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm jumping out of a plane..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu9sd1ay2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/kzHp0E6jp5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu9sd1ay2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/kzHp0E6jp5Q/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227480364114168674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu9ERfrZvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LUQhLt7heGY/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu96v4pPWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qWrRifagw2s/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu96v4pPWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qWrRifagw2s/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227480609477705058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu-S5cEvgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YRHCVj7ZcPc/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu-S5cEvgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YRHCVj7ZcPc/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227481024359087618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu_oskkycI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vV8VVDibUmg/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIu_oskkycI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vV8VVDibUmg/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227482498373831106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvARgi3NPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fisiguPcxFU/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvARgi3NPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fisiguPcxFU/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227483199520060658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And out comes the parachute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvAtokH3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6284Omo690M/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvAtokH3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6284Omo690M/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227483682709167506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvA_w2VncI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k5haMocrJD0/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvA_w2VncI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k5haMocrJD0/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227483994170695106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Dennis, for getting me home safely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvBWu9FhTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gnZmkV8gYM0/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvBWu9FhTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gnZmkV8gYM0/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484388799120690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed those Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4864197821776179046?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4864197821776179046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4864197821776179046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4864197821776179046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4864197821776179046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/skydiving.html' title='Best Day Ever'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIvDgOVkOCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jASjtKV4y6I/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6421075115107005349</id><published>2008-07-26T00:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:07:02.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening in Muir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrJXnujo5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5TGI0p5Z6eI/s1600-h/PICT2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrJXnujo5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5TGI0p5Z6eI/s200/PICT2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211725155312530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my biggest apprehensions about San Francisco was the lack of available outdoor adventures. Compared to Washington and Utah, I thought all San Francisco had to offer was a big city. Thankfully, I have been proven &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten to explore a handful of fun things to do around here, from rock climbing to hiking in the redwoods; I even have a camping trip and white water rafting trip planned for the next few weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muir National Park&lt;/span&gt;, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, and went on a short hike with some friends after work. (The picture to the right is on the way to the trail head... look familiar?) We had a lot of fun. I think the highlight of the evening, however, is when we cracked the tree while trying to capture the moment. Apparently I need to go on some long runs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrLJQN-1iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YGkhdEP2YYs/s1600-h/PICT2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrLJQN-1iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YGkhdEP2YYs/s200/PICT2728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227213677349754402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the Crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrLXCTgOZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QHM9dRusZmU/s1600-h/PICT2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrLXCTgOZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QHM9dRusZmU/s200/PICT2729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227213914132986258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. So it appears I need a new camera? Click on the pics to see them better. Also, feel free to offer advice for a good camera for cheap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-6421075115107005349?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6421075115107005349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6421075115107005349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6421075115107005349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6421075115107005349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/evening-in-muir.html' title='An Evening in Muir'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIrJXnujo5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5TGI0p5Z6eI/s72-c/PICT2725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8083574859193267921</id><published>2008-07-22T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:42:29.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Giants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIdlhPPCqBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LLnTUb9je8/s1600-h/PICT2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226257514286458898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIdlhPPCqBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LLnTUb9je8/s320/PICT2719.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight PwC took all their little&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIbBfHLgsCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/msnFdNB3WmU/s1600-h/PICT2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; interns out to the baseball game. It was fun hanging out with all my friends, and being a part of the general splendor of a baseball stadium. I was mostly excited becuase my coach let me borrow her giant foam finger. Although, after I asked Cameron when halftime was, I'm pretty &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIbBTG1lIFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pAQOIl5ZbpM/s1600-h/PICT2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226076951607058514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 203px" height="226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIbBTG1lIFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pAQOIl5ZbpM/s320/PICT2716.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sure my baseball fan cover was blown. Oh yeah, did I mention that I don't really like baseball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is of Jessica, Cameron, and I overlooking the traditional American summer activity. To the left, you can see me sporting my ultimate fan-dom... or pretending I am blowing the smoke from a warm gun, you know, whatever. Man, those fingers are sure awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8083574859193267921?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8083574859193267921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8083574859193267921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8083574859193267921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8083574859193267921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-giants.html' title='Go Giants!'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIdlhPPCqBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LLnTUb9je8/s72-c/PICT2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-4166982628879600511</id><published>2008-07-22T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:40:04.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A TAG-RIFFIC Entry</title><content type='html'>I WAS TAGGED! Therefore, today is the day you get to learn things about Camille you probably didn't care to know. Thank my friend &lt;a href="http://www.thornfamilybush.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for this wonderful privelage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You link back to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;2. Post these rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Share six unimportant things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry&lt;br /&gt;5. Let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs&lt;br /&gt;6. Enjoy the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIZAYOIY6GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/h_C2HmK9YkM/s1600-h/n17801622_34838563_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225935202464360546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIZAYOIY6GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/h_C2HmK9YkM/s200/n17801622_34838563_1570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING ONE:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a weird obsession with jumping off of things. I especially love cliff and bridge jumping (both of which are frequent summer activities for me in Spokane), but give me anything really and I will jump off of it. (see picture to the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING TWO:&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;HATE &lt;/em&gt;being late. I hate it. I hate the feeling that I get inside when I'm late to things, and it's even &lt;em&gt;worse &lt;/em&gt;when I know people are waiting. Seriously one of the biggest pet peaves of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIZCK2xS1EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5wDSbOo-RQM/s1600-h/n17808795_34890551_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937171878433858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIZCK2xS1EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5wDSbOo-RQM/s200/n17808795_34890551_110.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING THREE:&lt;/strong&gt; I secretly wish I could be a hippie. Ok stop laughing, I'm serious. Although, I'm not quite sure it is that much of a secret... either way, I have this weird fascination with that culture, way of life, and time era especially. Most of my favorite music that I grew up listening to comes from the 60's, which probably explains a lot in this department. I can thank my Pops for that one! No really, thank you. (The pic to the left is from the Hari Krishna Festival of Colors, one of the best nights ever. I felt like I was somewhat living this dream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225938659201564866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="168" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIZDhbewwMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-0H4gb6mMfw/s200/n17801622_34080769_8991.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING FOUR:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a crooked nose. It has not always been this way, however. Last fall I was playing flag football (shout out to Elyse and Amanda!!) and had an unfortunate encounter. It's nothing too bad, but if you look closely, or better yet, run your finger down the ridge of my nose, you can feel the crook. My mom says it gives me character, but I was just happy I got my first real shiner out of the whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING FIVE:&lt;/strong&gt; One of my favorite things in life, among others, is when people play with my hair. Mmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING SIX:&lt;/strong&gt; I would rather be on top of a mountain than on a beach. My mom used to call me a "dark child" because I loved the winter, cold, and snow so much. Many friends think this is very odd. I am OK with it--more powder for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have been officially bored to death with Camille trivia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://k-erickson.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ms-elyse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elyse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dluxlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandaandchrisjones.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://just-joshingaround.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.rachydave.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-4166982628879600511?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4166982628879600511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=4166982628879600511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4166982628879600511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/4166982628879600511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-riffic-entry.html' title='A TAG-RIFFIC Entry'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIZAYOIY6GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/h_C2HmK9YkM/s72-c/n17801622_34838563_1570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-743170462268983579</id><published>2008-07-18T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:45:13.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Chameleon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIDTVistqKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sY_lQ9N9xSg/s1600-h/karma-cool-green-chameleon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224407934794836130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIDTVistqKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sY_lQ9N9xSg/s200/karma-cool-green-chameleon.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a chameleon! I keep changing my background--not because I need &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIDPzTYWeBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GLNux6iYW8o/s1600-h/karma-cool-green-chameleon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to adapt to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surroundings&lt;/span&gt;, but because my good friend Amanda is the blog background queen! She makes awesome templates (see them &lt;a href="http://jonesblogdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), and I am her #1 fan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chameleons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, do you remember how mean elementary school kids can be? Some of my nicknames were mortifying for an 8 year-old me. Such as, yup, you guessed it, "chameleon." What little girl wants to be compared to a slimy green reptile?!? Or even better, "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;camel&lt;/span&gt;!" Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I like when my name conjures the image of a non-graceful animal that has two humps, an extremely odd shaped face, and an affinity for spitting. I also got "Mrs. Clause" (based off of my last name, of course). This one was not as bad, even though she is a plump, old lady with white hair. But, since beggars can't be choosers, I guess I'd rather be married to thejolly old man who brings presents and joy to children around the world once a year than carry people on my back through the desert.&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/8502507129809404508-743170462268983579?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/743170462268983579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=743170462268983579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/743170462268983579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/743170462268983579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/karma-chameleon.html' title='Karma Chameleon'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SIDTVistqKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sY_lQ9N9xSg/s72-c/karma-cool-green-chameleon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-8982747013230023454</id><published>2008-07-16T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:56:47.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can I have another Diet Coke?"</title><content type='html'>How was my day? Oh, thanks for asking! It was fabulous, actually. I went on a field trip, something I thought I had to give up back in grade school. But no! Not at PwC. The specialized group within the tax department that I work for, International Tax Services (ITS), had a "group outing." I really didn't know what to expect, but it turned out to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group is AWESOME. I seriously got so lucky. Most of the group is pretty young and hip. Everyone has been so welcoming to the little intern... it's really the ideal situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our field trip by all piling into one of the manager's huge soccer mom vans and driving up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Presidio.&lt;/span&gt; Now, if you don't know what that is, I will just say that out of the small&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7ZiBYmfRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V-5MRGgZBmM/s1600-h/Presidio_sf_parading_ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7ZiBYmfRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V-5MRGgZBmM/s320/Presidio_sf_parading_ground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223851796306754834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; percentage of the city I have explored, the Presidio is one of my favorite areas.  It is an old military base that has been bought by the State to become a "National Historic Landmark." But it also serves for business and residential purposes, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucasfilm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who just moved into the complex. Anyway, it's gorgeous. It is on the northern peninsula of the San Francisco bay, so no &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7ZS8xY5_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lGF3icz1GPw/s1600-h/041001-123..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7ZS8xY5_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lGF3icz1GPw/s320/041001-123..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223851537370507250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;matter where you are on this small park you have an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;view of San Fran while you are surrounded by scattered redwood trees. These pictures don't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first we went bowling. I was reminded how much bowling is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;my sport. But it's OK--no one noticed; by about 1:00 pm almost everyone had already kicked back a few beers. "Really, Camille?!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;a Diet Coke??" They stopped asking after a while. By the second game, I was kind of grateful for those beers as everyone became a little loopy (or drunk). It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious!&lt;/span&gt; I never thought a bunch of accountants could be so funny and wild, especially at an upscale bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to lunch. We went to this super shwanky restaurant looking over the golden gate bridge. It started off with everyone having a "starter Martini," and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7cu97nUzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S_9h7X1AVXI/s1600-h/250px-Main_ggate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7cu97nUzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S_9h7X1AVXI/s200/250px-Main_ggate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223855317253051186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me with my third Diet Coke for the day. Then we ordered, which was soon followed by a round of some fancy red wine that I can't pronounce. I had another Diet Coke. Then it was dessert, and everyone had a cup of coffee and some "dessert wine," and I, as you might guess at this point, had another Diet Coke. THEN, we were done. OH WAIT! Joel, the head partner suggests (rather loudly, I must add) "hey! why don't we go to a bar?!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING?!? &lt;/span&gt;These people are drunk, it's 4:00 in the afternoon, and they want to go to a bar?!? Luckily one of the managers had to get some work done, so I jumped at the opportunity to get a ride with him. Whew. Nothing like hanging out with drunk accountants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-8982747013230023454?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8982747013230023454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=8982747013230023454&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8982747013230023454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/8982747013230023454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-have-another-diet-coke.html' title='&quot;Can I have another Diet Coke?&quot;'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SH7ZiBYmfRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V-5MRGgZBmM/s72-c/Presidio_sf_parading_ground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-1387569816521935563</id><published>2008-07-13T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:50:43.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freckles</title><content type='html'>So it's summer, I'm in California, and it's hot. Considering it is Saturday, I thought the most natural thing to do would be to go to the pool. Oh, what a good idea that was. I got to relax after a long week at work, get in some physical activity, and let my skin see the sun--and now, my friends, the freckles are in full bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHmkYoHjMfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7Izem09IzyQ/s1600-h/freckles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHmkYoHjMfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7Izem09IzyQ/s320/freckles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222385985905701362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I don't mind my freckles so much. In fact, I kind of like them--they give me a sort of distinction perhaps. But this wasn't always the case. I hated my freckles growing up. No, let me rephrase that... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loathed &lt;/span&gt;my freckles growing up. I used to have this secret wish that I would freckle so much that they would turn into one big freckle, and then I would be permanently tan. I guess I didn't stop to think how ridiculously disturbing that would look. Or, I remember how my kind, elder sister used to tell me how there was this special kind of ointment that if you rubbed it on every night it would slowly make your freckles fade. I tried that for a long time, but the freckles did not fade. It turns out it was just run-of-the-mill alcohol-free facial toner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gullible little sister was tricked again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-1387569816521935563?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1387569816521935563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=1387569816521935563&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1387569816521935563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/1387569816521935563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/freckles.html' title='Freckles'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHmkYoHjMfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7Izem09IzyQ/s72-c/freckles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-7132962006442430844</id><published>2008-07-11T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:34:21.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Love with Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHgsaHiXlzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mzxh2XtpE8o/s1600-h/Jacket.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHgsaHiXlzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mzxh2XtpE8o/s200/Jacket.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972595147511602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week as I was flying home from Belize, I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn &lt;/span&gt;by Betty Smith&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;a book my sister had long been recommending. The New York Public Library called this novel one of the "Books of the Century," and I agree. I'm not sure if it was the book or the close of an overwhelmingly emotional week in Belize, but either way, it made me cry. Yes, that's right... I cried on the plane. I was so embarrassed. To no avail, I was trying to cover up the sniffles as usual allergies and the tears as something that was in my eye. I'm not quite sure the old man next to me was convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from this book. For tonight, however, I have one thought to share that has been on my mind all week. Since Betty Smith is an acclaimed writer  and I am not, I will simply quote from a short piece of hers included in the appendix.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall in Love with Life, &lt;/span&gt;and it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;As a listening child, I often heard older people say: "Oh the plans I made!" And "What dreams I had!" And the inevitable: "If only I had my life to live over..." I reasoned that these men and women had missed the fullness of life somehow. But I wasn't going to miss it... I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful--is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes it is easy to get through a day simply by saying "tomorrow will be better." We all do it--in fact, I said it to myself today. But we must live in the now; we must appreciate every stage of life we are in. As one of my favorite people on this planet, Mr. Dave Matthews, poetically sings, "the future is no place to place our better days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502507129809404508-7132962006442430844?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7132962006442430844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=7132962006442430844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7132962006442430844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/7132962006442430844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/fall-in-love-with-life.html' title='Fall in Love with Life'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHgsaHiXlzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mzxh2XtpE8o/s72-c/Jacket.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502507129809404508.post-6108164083809740240</id><published>2008-07-10T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:45:16.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Stuart</title><content type='html'>As it is July 10th, I thought I would give a shout out to my favorite brother-in-law who happens to be having a birthday today. Yes, that's right, Mr. Stuart Barry Maxfield is turning 25!! He is officially a quarter of a century old. Since I cannot personally be there to celebrate this day with him (I know Stu, stop crying... it will all be allright), I wanted to thank him for all that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guardian and protector of my elder sister, Brittney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221451068118729058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHZSFP9NAWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bA0N_D_I0Ew/s200/n646022610_960752_7625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A superhero, to save the world from crappy music and potential dull moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221451541280400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHZSgynvIpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/77V6dt0GpCU/s200/n646022610_960759_9932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Or a scuba instructor, just in case you ever find your self in a tight spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221452386251893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHZTR-Yo62I/AAAAAAAAAFc/KGM-Is0LAds/s200/n17801622_31161611_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Honestly though, Stuart has been an amazing addition to our family. Having Stu around means a constant influx of laughs, good music, and happy memories. Thanks Stu, for being the amazing big brother I never had. Happy Birthday! I love you!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221453506629340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHZUTMHcDQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DOi5gd6Zg0I/s200/n17801622_35327676_3959.jpg" border="0" /&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/8502507129809404508-6108164083809740240?l=ms-mclaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6108164083809740240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502507129809404508&amp;postID=6108164083809740240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6108164083809740240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502507129809404508/posts/default/6108164083809740240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-mclaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/tribute-to-stuart.html' title='Tribute to Stuart'/><author><name>ms-mclaws</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897169321411848759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/STLmU_P_3SI/AAAAAAAAASU/Wwy-SfX88x8/S220/EPSN0219.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH1T666s1Lk/SHZSFP9NAWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bA0N_D_I0Ew/s72-c/n646022610_960752_7625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
