<?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-584043231976814720</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:37:51.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:.mOrGaN.:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974107532533920793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SVezvKNPbmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BMTq7TKfDu0/S220/monument+valley.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-1646673722131575270</id><published>2009-10-18T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:19:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I'm shocked too :)</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Its me, back for my yearly post. Its been a really long time since my last update, and I probably should fill you in on all that has  happened, but honestly I can't remember. Don't worry, I'm sure you will survive. Its not like you are absolutely DIEING to know every little thing that goes on in my life. If you are, that's a little creepy and slightly stalkerish and I suggest you get some help. :)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         Actually, if you did suddenly have a random urge to follow me around, you would most likely die of boredom. My life is like one of those old record thingies that gets scratched and repeats the same thing over. . . and over. . . and over. I wake up, go to school, go to rehearsal (which is probably the only reason I get up in the first place) go to work, go back to sleep, rinse and repeat. Overall an extremely uneventful life. But hey, that what acting is for, right? I get to put on a costume and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend &lt;/span&gt;I have an interesting life for about two hours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Speaking of which, for those of you who don't know, I have recently discovered the Glover child in me and with that a passion for acting. Remember when I complained of being cursed to always be in the audience, observing and wishing to be a part of it all? Well the curse has been lifted :) Since then I plucked up the courage to audition for three more plays and compete in Reagion and State Drama. I think I told you about the first play "Experiments in Ink"(which is really several small plays written by the students) so I won't bore you with all the little details of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Region was held here at San Juan so I not only was I thrown head first into the confusion of my first competition, but I also had to help Miss. B with everything that needed doing. Despite the chaos of the event, I had a lot of fun. Me an my scene partner, Elijah Palmer, took Second place and Region and had straight superiors at State. State is a festival so its not possible to place, but we got a nifty little medal for our efforts :) I would post some pictures, but I don't have any. Grandpa Worthy has some pretty good ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       After region I was cast as Helen of Troy in the play "Women of Troy". We never actually got around to performing that one, but I enjoyed being the downfall of an entire nation while it lasted ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The next production I was apart of was Shakespearience/ Shakespeare Competition. Shakespearience is something my school does to show the community the scenes and monologues that we take to Competition and the Shakespearean Festival in Cedar City. Here are a few pictures. (I know my mom already posted them, but I haven't posted in so long, you probably gave up on checking my  blog anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuCjALyceI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vqBDSa51z50/s1600-h/moog+shakespeare+2009+007.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/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuCjALyceI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vqBDSa51z50/s400/moog+shakespeare+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394048516562776546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuAIRNw52I/AAAAAAAAAos/PmdvJykXBsw/s1600-h/moog+shakespeare+2009+001.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/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuAIRNw52I/AAAAAAAAAos/PmdvJykXBsw/s400/moog+shakespeare+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394045858254743394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuBL4kRU6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/l76cAXQDAug/s1600-h/moog+shakespeare+2009+004.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/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuBL4kRU6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/l76cAXQDAug/s400/moog+shakespeare+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394047019869361058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my latest dramatic adventure will be "You're a Good Man Charlie Brown" the musical. I got the part of Marci, who is the little kid with huge glasses who follows Peppermint Pattie around and calls her "sir". I didn't get any solos which isn't really a bad thing. I think the audience wants to keep their ears :) Opening night is Nov. 19 if you wanna come see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-1646673722131575270?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/1646673722131575270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=1646673722131575270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/1646673722131575270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/1646673722131575270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again.html' title='I know, I&apos;m shocked too :)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974107532533920793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SVezvKNPbmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BMTq7TKfDu0/S220/monument+valley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/StuCjALyceI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vqBDSa51z50/s72-c/moog+shakespeare+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-5227817946239419398</id><published>2009-02-08T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:34:54.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! Did you miss me? Lol I'm sorry I havn't posted in an eternity, but I am a very busy soul. Well, actually that doesn't work since I sold mine to the Drama Divas so I am just a very busy empty shell that resembles a regular human. :D lol I'm kidding, but drama has taken up glafoodles of my time. (And yes, glafoodles is a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a quick recap of the past month and 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that I snore. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my first good score on the writing assessment. All fives and fours with just one three. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started open gym for softball and couldn't laugh for a week, I was so sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Unborn expecting to be scared out of my mind. I was very disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marley and Me and cried all over my buddies shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped going to girls basket ball games. Heard the last score was 17 to 64. Very depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Skipped School to see the inaguration of Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Super bowl and didn't understand a single play. I totally thought Arizona won :) But it was a good excuse to eat yummy munchies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Draper Temple open house. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I finally got the guts to try out for a play. Technically I auditioned for four, and it was against my own free will, but I still did it! Its a thing our school does called "Experiments in Ink" where the students write and direct thier own ten minute play. I showed up for tryouts only to discover that I was not alloud to audition for just one play, and tried to make a run for it. I would have escaped if not for one teeny tiny detail. They locked the friggin door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not only auditioned, but two and a half roles! I am Cozette in Complications who is the main role in Kortney and Becca's play, and I am Mrs. Turner, the smokin hot mamma of the main charachter in Desperate Dieing Hope by Mckenzie Adams. I am also an extra in Thesbianage by Tori Black. The plays start Feb. 12 - 14 at 7:00. Make sure you show up! I don't care if you are on the other side of the country! lol jk :) Its probably better if nobody shows up. . . that way they won't have to see my pathetic attempt at acting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't think of anything else to say on my blog. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-5227817946239419398?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/5227817946239419398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=5227817946239419398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/5227817946239419398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/5227817946239419398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-did-you-miss-me-lol-im-sorry-i_6735.html' title=''/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-7186996407383047743</id><published>2009-01-02T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:02:42.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5yXtKctBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/373zTEW47ac/s1600-h/IMG_1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xX7FRNpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PcwIioGS_fY/s1600-h/IMG_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787668390262418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xX7FRNpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PcwIioGS_fY/s320/IMG_1845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xXg7qrzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gIhfsSJPWcA/s1600-h/IMG_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787661370666802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xXg7qrzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gIhfsSJPWcA/s320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xWVqKnZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/N7sfTFGx8M0/s1600-h/IMG_0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787641164602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xWVqKnZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/N7sfTFGx8M0/s320/IMG_0633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xVnw8AAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/U7dvqYcpABw/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787628844974082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xVnw8AAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/U7dvqYcpABw/s320/P1010071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of my most beloved Father, I am dedicating this post to my top ten favorite things about him. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He doesn't hold back. Seriously. Just watch him sing "Rebel Yell" on world tour sometime and you will understand what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He makes yummy breakfast. Usually I sleep in until about noon if I can help it, but if I smell any form of breakfast that is not cold and covered in milk I am at the table faster than anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He has awesome music (most of the time.) It makes it really easy for me to have a good selection on my i-pod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He comes to all of my Volleyball and Softball games and always cheers the loudest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He has left a legacy behind in the Drama program. This makes it really fun to tell people my name because they freak out and tell me all these amazing stories about him as a teenager. At the same time it makes it really hard to convince them all that I did not inherit his acting bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He is always saying random things in Spanish. My French and Spanish vocabulary have mixed up, and it drives Monsieur Neilson crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He thinks that if he challenges me enough times at guitar hero, someday he might beat me. That day has yet to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love watching him play video games. Sometimes I look up cheat codes for him when he gets stuck. (Shhhh! Its a secret!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I love his laugh. Its so contagious! When he laughs, it makes anything funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He is the first person who taught me how to drive. Ummm... I mean no of course I haven't driven! I'm not old enough! I would never do that! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Daddio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-7186996407383047743?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/7186996407383047743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=7186996407383047743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/7186996407383047743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/7186996407383047743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974107532533920793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SVezvKNPbmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BMTq7TKfDu0/S220/monument+valley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SV5xX7FRNpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PcwIioGS_fY/s72-c/IMG_1845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-4355901815997281709</id><published>2008-12-25T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:46:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe8bJ_dEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hRUKujdSoj8/s1600-h/IMG_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952654987260994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe8bJ_dEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hRUKujdSoj8/s320/IMG_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Daddy is so shocked! Its just what he's always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe8FAOsfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ymNjh5jyGTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952649040736754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe8FAOsfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ymNjh5jyGTQ/s320/IMG_1820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Isn't he so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe72gWIEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k1jxCSb60Hw/s1600-h/IMG_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952645148909634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe72gWIEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k1jxCSb60Hw/s320/IMG_1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bug was still sick. She didn't even open her presents! She made my mom do it for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbvNRfCyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uWbNyeWg2x0/s1600-h/IMG_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283949129387412258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbvNRfCyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uWbNyeWg2x0/s320/IMG_1831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Fred loved his treat. Surprise, surprise! I wonder, is there is anything this cat won't eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbuhxzbCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/plq93rI_E-w/s1600-h/IMG_1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283949117711805474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbuhxzbCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/plq93rI_E-w/s320/IMG_1838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Bear wouldn't come inside for very long, even though it was snowing like crazy outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbulJP17I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yr6XVCqFnZY/s1600-h/IMG_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283949118615443378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbulJP17I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yr6XVCqFnZY/s320/IMG_1835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283949114810445970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbuW-EMJI/AAAAAAAAADw/MFBSU4d3_8o/s320/IMG_1833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was so much fun! Worthy woke me up at 6:00 in the morning, and we opened all our presents. My parents had warned me prior to the destruction of the wrapping paper that I didn't have as many presents as the younger peoples because mine were more expensive. As I opened the various boxes and bags, I thought that maybe they were just making excuses. None of the things I had opened were worth any large amount of money, assuming, that is, that my mother is a smart shopper and did not allow any creepy salesperson dudes to take advantage of her. Then, as I opened my last present, (an envelope) my momma told me that this gift was the reason I had less treasures than the little monkeys (Whoops, I mean children!). My confusion was growing by the second as I opened the little package and found four small little pieces of paper. "Ummmm . . . Thanks?" I mumbled, a little disappointed. I was expecting something grand and wonderful, like a new i-pod or something, but no. My "expensive" gift was nothing more than a dead tree. Bah Humbug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I looked closer, and saw what the paper said; "Zions Bank and Broadway Across America presents: WICKED Thursday, April 09, 2009 2:00 p. m. Capitol Theatre 50West 200 South" My heart stopped beating for a second, and if the room hadn't been so full, I think I might have screamed. In fact, I'm not so sure I didn't. I hugged my parents so hard, I'm surprised I didn't break any bones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283949106543639810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRbt4LGvQI/AAAAAAAAADo/U07k6BQOp2I/s320/IMG_1825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited! EEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I thought I would never get to see Wicked, or at least have to wait until I could afford to take myself, but now I'm going! I'm really for real going to see my very first Broadway Production! (Ma Mere says I have seen Beauty and the Beast, but I don't remember it, so it doesn't count!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 618px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e233/brat2099/WickedPLaybill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-4355901815997281709?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/4355901815997281709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=4355901815997281709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/4355901815997281709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/4355901815997281709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SVRe8bJ_dEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hRUKujdSoj8/s72-c/IMG_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-7715291522257874102</id><published>2008-12-23T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:04:28.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Adam!!!</title><content type='html'>Just two more nights 'till Santa comes! I hope we are all better by then. . . It seems like every time I get a little free time, my body shuts down. It doesn't exactly make the holidays very much fun, but it sure makes them memorable! No, I'm joking, I love the Holidays! I just wish I could stay nice and healthy so that I could enjoy them a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm . . . I don't know what to talk about. Yay Christmas! Yahoo and all that jazz . . . Have a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and don't eat to many candy canes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-7715291522257874102?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/7715291522257874102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=7715291522257874102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/7715291522257874102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/7715291522257874102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-adam.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Adam!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974107532533920793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SVezvKNPbmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BMTq7TKfDu0/S220/monument+valley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-6134495910721898568</id><published>2008-12-19T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:15:34.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret Identity; Striped Happy Girly Goo the Elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670813717339298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxDnyArnKI/AAAAAAAAADg/a50ah4wcuD0/s320/IMG_1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670812392596770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxDntE1pSI/AAAAAAAAADY/2zyTVZTKAu4/s320/IMG_1763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxAJBPtHjI/AAAAAAAAACw/53xjDBb66HQ/s1600-h/IMG_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281670808181914226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxDndY7unI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MKAOhTVaNZs/s320/IMG_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281667002616170866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxAJ8jWyXI/AAAAAAAAADA/zsYu2IzQ5tA/s320/IMG_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281666992865761874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxAJYOrWlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jkeg9ANGEKM/s320/IMG_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxAI26TkfI/AAAAAAAAACo/xk7UJTpXBBM/s1600-h/IMG_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281666983921947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxAI26TkfI/AAAAAAAAACo/xk7UJTpXBBM/s320/IMG_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281667006252203602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxAKKGQPlI/AAAAAAAAADI/hMlzkGCuJyo/s320/IMG_1766.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tonight was the last night we put on the play. It was so much fun! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the day we travel to 5 different schools and perform for the elementary students. I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psyched&lt;/span&gt;!!!  The little kids loved it, and some of them even asked for a Tina doll, who is the girl in the blue dress. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BTW&lt;/span&gt; I'm the elf in the yellow turtle neck and candy cane legs)&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I feel really super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; duper bad about my last post. I should have waited until I had simmered down before I posted in anger like that, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; that you had to deal with my anger. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-6134495910721898568?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/6134495910721898568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=6134495910721898568' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/6134495910721898568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/6134495910721898568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-secret-identity-striped-happy-girly.html' title='My Secret Identity; Striped Happy Girly Goo the Elf'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUxDnyArnKI/AAAAAAAAADg/a50ah4wcuD0/s72-c/IMG_1765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-3586872329052688486</id><published>2008-12-10T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:37:55.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUHKCUuxXBI/AAAAAAAAACY/S7lnLRlC-uY/s1600-h/P1280193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278722379528363026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUHKCUuxXBI/AAAAAAAAACY/S7lnLRlC-uY/s320/P1280193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278722389111590962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUHKC4bl0DI/AAAAAAAAACg/2aJDUScZCAQ/s320/P1280195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278722369441910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUHKBvJ-UFI/AAAAAAAAACI/sc5DC80YeTc/s320/P1280194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278722361499723858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUHKBRkaKFI/AAAAAAAAACA/JBhgj3b26Zo/s320/P1280192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278314533637601762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUBXGkZAOeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nYNiq8Wqq6s/s320/P1120173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually I get really mad when Worthy goes in my room. Its my space, and I like my privacy. I can tell when he's been in there because he gets that look on his face, like he's scared to death of what I will do to punish him. The other day I was in a super grumpy mood, and I walked in and there was Worthy, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt; on my bed. MY BED! I was so angry! But then he handed me my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; and said, "Can we take some pictures so we can see them when we are old?" How can I refuse a request like that? Of course, I gave in, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; the pictures you see above would not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-3586872329052688486?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/3586872329052688486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=3586872329052688486' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/3586872329052688486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/3586872329052688486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-guy.html' title='I love this guy!'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SUHKCUuxXBI/AAAAAAAAACY/S7lnLRlC-uY/s72-c/P1280193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-9131949650626326235</id><published>2008-12-07T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:40:34.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Things That I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My mom keeps nagging me to post, (Like she's one to talk!) but there is never anything momentous enough to write about. My life is just the same as any other 14 year old girl living in America. Finally I gave up, and decided to just talk about my favorite things, and things that just make my life wonderful! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     First of all, there is Music. I would honestly die with out it. I love the way musicians can pick up an ordinary object and bring it to life through music. I have tried this extraordinary feat on several occasions, but sadly, it was not meant to be. My piano lessons were a disaster, and the flute just made me dizzy, and we won't even talk about my choir class! I am going to attempt to make music one last time with my guitar lessons next semester, but I'm afraid I am destined to simply enjoy music, rather than create it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:8mQG0Znx-DeUcM:http://www.tumblr.com/images/music.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, my love of food. I love good food, but I cannot stand the bad stuff. For example, MacDonald's. Gross, Icky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, they can at least TRY to make it quality food. Wendy's is Fast Food, and its not as awful so its not like Ronald has any excuse other than he is just a lazy cheap skate. If you want real food, I suggest you visit Grandma Gail's house for Sunday dinner. Yummy! But as far as restaurants go, P. F. Chang's is the winner by far. My favorite is their lettuce wraps. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vegas4visitors.com/dining/photos/pfchangs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama is another thing I could not live without. I am no Actress, I am WAY too shy for that, (Again, I was cursed to observe and not create) but I find other ways to be involved. Right now I am on the crew for our children's Christmas play, "The Toys Take Over Christmas". (It is an awesome play, and if you can, you should come and watch it!) I wish I had been born a true thespian like my Father, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chrislynn&lt;/span&gt;, Richie and Grandpa Worthy, but while I am not actually acting in the play, I still get to dress up like an elf and be one of Santa's Helpers! I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psyched&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:WociMHOTVW1fSM:http://upload.wikimedia.org" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, the thing that makes my life so wonderful is my Family. I love you all! What more can I say? You rock for just existing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MWWWAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-9131949650626326235?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/9131949650626326235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=9131949650626326235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/9131949650626326235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/9131949650626326235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-things-that-i-love.html' title='Wonderful Things That I Love'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-8836212636290890336</id><published>2008-11-26T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:55:40.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVED IT!!!!! YIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SS3YZMJjy7I/AAAAAAAAABo/WNUnuKpgwyI/s1600-h/twilight_200806041504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273108665990368178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SS3YZMJjy7I/AAAAAAAAABo/WNUnuKpgwyI/s320/twilight_200806041504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOLY COW! The movie was amazing! I've seen it twice already, and I'm going again on Friday! I was crazy enough to go to the 3:00 a.m. showing! I was totally expecting it to be a complete disaster, but it wasn't! I think that's the reason I loved it so much, because I am the only one in the entire population of Blanding, no make that San Juan County, who didn't hate it. I still don't like Robert Pattinson, who played Edward, but he wasn't quite as hideous as I first thought. My all time favorite character was definitely Jasper, without a doubt! IIIIIIIII!!!!!! He is so HAWT! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273112485686684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SS3b3hoIKXI/AAAAAAAAABw/uH4V8brJIUg/s320/jasper_poster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM!!!! He's so yummi! They still messed up the book, but I try not to think about that. . . : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-8836212636290890336?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/8836212636290890336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=8836212636290890336' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/8836212636290890336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/8836212636290890336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-loved-it-yiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='I LOVED IT!!!!! YIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SS3YZMJjy7I/AAAAAAAAABo/WNUnuKpgwyI/s72-c/twilight_200806041504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-159403345048769608</id><published>2008-11-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:23:34.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom made me clean my room. &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941524651013778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmy4n10dpI/AAAAAAAAABA/DQYxzbvO3Og/s320/P1120153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941484020538018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmy2QewmqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jfbIbF2rcsM/s320/P1120156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271936783369625090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmukpMP3gI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MCZDTBpk4_Y/s320/P1120152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941476503391282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmy10eiDDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7-akLc8TsuY/s320/P1120154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271944179953219682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSm1TLnMuGI/AAAAAAAAABY/M2J7LzRrbIc/s320/P1120181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271944189146568274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSm1Tt3EFlI/AAAAAAAAABg/QVw14ZNXdKA/s320/P1120180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941561105627474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmy6vpRuVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bAhUyWY1_a8/s320/P1120179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941536342280050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmy5TZPB3I/AAAAAAAAABI/fQfdus7UKnc/s320/P1120178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, maybe I shouldn't have let it get so bad. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-159403345048769608?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/159403345048769608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=159403345048769608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/159403345048769608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/159403345048769608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/11/mom-made-me-clean-my-room.html' title='Mom made me clean my room. &gt;:('/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SSmy4n10dpI/AAAAAAAAABA/DQYxzbvO3Og/s72-c/P1120153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-3119915512395463791</id><published>2008-11-12T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:18:11.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Tagged. . . Again!</title><content type='html'>7 things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can write fairly well, but usually I do it for my own enjoyment. I don't do well when I know someone is going to read my work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Texting. I love texting my buddies, and my phone is constantly in my hand. I almost died when our service got shut down for a few months. It was unbearable, but somehow I survived.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have yet to lose a Guitar Hero match with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm pretty good at Vollyball. I play middle blocker, but I like to hit from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;5. I also play Softball. I usually play 3rd base, but occasionally I go in for the 2nd baseman or Shortstop.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can make cookies. Mostly just because I had to teach myself how when my parents refused to whenever I was in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can drive my van about 20 m/p hour as long as nobody else is within a close proximity to me. Im also very good at pressing the gas pedal when I should hit the brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing&lt;br /&gt;2. Act&lt;br /&gt;3. Math&lt;br /&gt;4. Whistle&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop myself from correcting someone when they say "Libary" instead of "Library".&lt;br /&gt;6. Lie&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk comfortably on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that attract me to Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's on of the main charachter of the best book ever written!&lt;br /&gt;2. He's a Vampire! Who could possibly resist that?!&lt;br /&gt;3. He's a fictional character, so I can imagine however I want. He can change according to my mood, and nobody would ever be the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;4. He's freakin Hawt!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever I feel upset, I can just pull out Twilight and he brightens up my day.&lt;br /&gt;6. He is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;7. He's just perfect. There is no other way to decribe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I say often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Odd&lt;br /&gt;2. What the freak?&lt;br /&gt;3. Oooooooo . . .&lt;br /&gt;4. You have issues&lt;br /&gt;5. Thats Insane!&lt;br /&gt;6. No Freaking Way!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Good bye everyone, Love you, have a good day, see you after school! (In that exact order, before I leave for school in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people I admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. My Dad&lt;br /&gt;3. President Monson&lt;br /&gt;4. Heather Meyer; She is a phenominal Vollyball player, and had to sit out this season (her senior year) because of knee surgery, but she never complained and always stuck with the team and tried to help as best she could from the sidelines. The doctors told her she could not play any sport for 6 months, but 3 months later at state she showed them all and played despite them. It was so fun to watch the fear in the other teams eyes when she came in!&lt;br /&gt;5. Katarina B.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chrislynn Call&lt;br /&gt;7. Max Theriot (Whom I'm secretly in love with. . . Shhh!!! Don't tell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crepes with frozen strawberries&lt;br /&gt;2. Clam Chowder and Rolls&lt;br /&gt;3. BBQ&lt;br /&gt;4. P. F. Changs (I love thier lettuce wraps! MMMMM Yumi!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Subway&lt;br /&gt;6. Grapes&lt;br /&gt;7. Pomegranites (Idk how to spell that. . . Oh well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dad&lt;br /&gt;2. Tim&lt;br /&gt;3. Garrett&lt;br /&gt;4. Gramma G&lt;br /&gt;5. Chrislynn&lt;br /&gt;6. Little Richie&lt;br /&gt;7. Clay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-3119915512395463791?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/3119915512395463791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=3119915512395463791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/3119915512395463791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/3119915512395463791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-tagged-again.html' title='I Got Tagged. . . Again!'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-2446482160074032611</id><published>2008-11-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:10:07.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is coming, so here is a list of everything I am thankful for. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;     First I'm grateful for my family. We had Sunday dinner for the first time in a long time last night, and I didn't realize how much I missed everyone until we got there. Sure, the kids can get a little roudy, but grandmas house just wouldn't be the same without screaming little ones.&lt;br /&gt;      Second I'm grateful for my friends. How would I survive High School without you guys? You rock and I love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;      Finally I am so deeply, extremely, enormusly and eternaly grateful to Stephanie Meyer, for creating the most beutiful work of art in the history of great books. Twilight has changed me forever, and I will always be in her dept. Lol just joking, but seriously, you should read it. Its a good book. (If your a 14 year old girl, otherwise, its kinda sappy.)&lt;br /&gt;      Of course theres way more I'm grateful for, but I gotta get going. Love you all! &lt;br /&gt;                         xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo &lt;br /&gt;                                                              Moog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584043231976814720-2446482160074032611?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/2446482160074032611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=2446482160074032611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/2446482160074032611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/2446482160074032611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>.:.morgan.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09709753414955779897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ekz3LTAifoY/SRoSxL-pkEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Jz9pOEUVK8/S220/P1010131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-9090737825479279775</id><published>2008-11-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:03:10.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Show!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dChI_-kBVwI&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/dChI_-kBVwI&amp;hl=en&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/584043231976814720-9090737825479279775?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/9090737825479279775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=9090737825479279775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/9090737825479279775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/9090737825479279775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-show.html' title='I Love This Show!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974107532533920793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SVezvKNPbmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BMTq7TKfDu0/S220/monument+valley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584043231976814720.post-7671903734529803348</id><published>2008-11-08T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:25:06.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My favorite food is any kind of potatoe. It doesn't even matter how its prepared, as long as it's a potatoe.&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite color is a deep purple, like almost maroon.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love frogs!&lt;br /&gt;4. I know this sounds really odd, but I love the dentist. Mostly just because of the happy gas, but even without it its a really soothing place for me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love golfing with my dad, even though I usually end up driving the cart while my dad golfs.&lt;br /&gt;6. My best friend is Bailey Elizibeth Meyer. Thats her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SRXKBcjG70I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Lv_pRW_wi9U/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266337465471790914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SRXKBcjG70I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Lv_pRW_wi9U/s200/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wicked has made me realize my love for Broadway Musicals. I havn't seen it, but I really, really want to! My list of shows to see includes Les Mez, Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Mamma Mia, and much much more!&lt;br /&gt;8. Twilight. Where do I even start? Its AMAZING!!! I've read every book like, a bajillion times! But like I said on my parents blog, I am not very happy about the movie. In fact I am very angry. &gt;:0(&lt;br /&gt;9. I love music, and its hard for me to chose one favorite song, but I think if I had to chose it would be Hot and Cold by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to write, but my favorite class is French. Its an amazing language and I hope to be able to speak it somewhat fluently by the time I graduate. (Plus the food is awsome!)&lt;br /&gt;11. When I was a little kid my Dad nicknamed me Moog short for Moogsteroonie, but since then my friends have adapted it to Moogleoogle, Moog Monster, M&amp;amp;M, and many more odd variations of Moog.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love candles! I love to smell them and watch the flame melt the wax, and then when there is enough melted wax, I like to play in it and make molds of my fingers with it.&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate nuts. They are gross and only acceptable when they are in something esle such as cookies or candy bars and the yummy flavors of the goodie hide the repulsiveness of the nuts. Peanut Butter is even worse, and just the smell makes me want to gag.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am the oldest cousin on both sides. Sometimes its really hard, because I feel really distant from the rest of my cousins, but its really fun to watch them play and remember what it was like when I was their age.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love to sing, but only when I know nobody is around to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have three cats, (Tuxi, Tom, and Fred) and one dog(Bear).&lt;br /&gt;17. I miss Lou. (My Dog who died last year.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266368654312234082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SRXmY4CIXGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RwzNNqJx3Kw/s320/PA230049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The night after Lou died, I looked up and found the brightest star I could and named it after him. I look for it every night, even though I discovered I can only see it in the Winter, and tell him about my life and how much I miss him. When I can't think of anything to say, I just tell him good night and blow him a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;19. Stitches scare me, but I think it would be kinda cool to have some.&lt;br /&gt;20. I love the smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to stand in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;22. I love how the rain feels, especially when its coming down really hard, almost like hail.&lt;br /&gt;23. I love the sound of rain hitting the roof.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love the sound of Thunder. My favorite is when its so loud that you can feel it shake the ground underneath you.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love it when the power goes out and everything is so dark that you can't see, but then lightning strikes and everything is illuminated for a split second.&lt;br /&gt;26. I love makeing "Thunder Tents" for Kate and Worthy to protect them from the thunder.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love oatmeal cookies.&lt;br /&gt;28. I love no bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;29. I love coming home and seeing my dads special no bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;30. I love watching my dad make no bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;31. I love it when my little brother asks to "snuggle".&lt;br /&gt;32. I love to tickle Kate and Worthy and chase them around the house until my parents tell us to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;33. I like the feeling of Vertigo. It feels cool.&lt;br /&gt;34. I want my future husband to give me a locket.&lt;br /&gt;35. When I turn 16, I want my boyfriend to give me a rose without me asking him to.&lt;br /&gt;36. When I get married, I want my husband to love me as much as my Dad loves my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;37. I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love the way some books suck you in and make you feel like its all real and actually happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;39. Sometimes I dream about the books I read.&lt;br /&gt;40. I have three blankets that I cherish. The first one Gamma Gail gave to me for my baptism and told me that it would be my comforter. It really has been a great comfort in my life, and I am really gratefull to gamma for it.&lt;br /&gt;41. The second is one gamma gail gave me for Christmas one year. It was one of those with lots of strings hanging off, like a fringe. Bailey and I would tie the strings together around our necks and make it a cape, and then we would pretend we were vampires from another world who got suck here on earth. lol it was lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;42. The third blanket is one Worthy gave to me last year at Christmas. He was so excited to give it to me, that he wouldn't let me open anything else until I had opended that one. The look on his face was enough that I wouldn't have cared if he had given me a jar of peanut butter. Now every time I use that blanket I think of how much my little brother loves me.&lt;br /&gt;43. Sometimes I wish my little sister wasn't autistic, so we could be a normal family. But I can't imagine Kate any other way, and I am glad I get to be her older sister.&lt;br /&gt;44. Sometimes I imagine Worthy as a teen, and I can already tell he's gonna be a stud!&lt;br /&gt;45. My favorite sport is Vollyball, but softball is close behind. I love smacking the ball like there is no tommorrow! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266369727125474546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SRXnXUkvTPI/AAAAAAAAALE/ki8a6h4LK1Q/s320/IMG_1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I love to take Bus trips with my team.&lt;br /&gt;47. Sometimes, when nobody is watching, I act out my favorite scene in a movie or book for my mirror, but I am way to shy to actually try acting.&lt;br /&gt;48. I wish I had known my Great Glover Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;49. I remember when Grandpa Asay would visit he would always bring me a package of M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;50. I am so excited about my new blog!!! lol!&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/584043231976814720-7671903734529803348?l=moogleoogle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/feeds/7671903734529803348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=584043231976814720&amp;postID=7671903734529803348' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/7671903734529803348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584043231976814720/posts/default/7671903734529803348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moogleoogle.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-facts-about-me.html' title='50 Facts About Me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974107532533920793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SVezvKNPbmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BMTq7TKfDu0/S220/monument+valley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKLQ1XuT_nU/SRXKBcjG70I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Lv_pRW_wi9U/s72-c/P1010140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
