<?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-3116280781428205519</id><updated>2012-01-05T05:35:28.238-05:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='babysitting'/><category term='snow'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Just Meg</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the tellings of a homeschooled teen, who knits, takes pictures, and rides horses.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-4891906635974934944</id><published>2010-12-05T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:19:38.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>end</title><content type='html'>I felt the need to simplify, so I changed the template, it's not very pretty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like not talking for a week. I have been singing all week. Two concerts and lots of rehearsals do that to a person. But, CoraVoce is over for now, and for that I am thankful. My throat and voice needed a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are ending, and I couldn't be more excited. Next semester will consist of lots of French, Working, Math, and some skiing. :) couldn't be more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm behind in school, but I have a LARGE course load, and I'm working part time. So it's understandable. I can't do it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't planning on this being an update, but for now it's what it is. I'm excited for endings. but for now, a project due tuesday. and then sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-4891906635974934944?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/4891906635974934944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=4891906635974934944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4891906635974934944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4891906635974934944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/12/end.html' title='end'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-6901571727861361646</id><published>2010-12-05T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:35:52.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>It's late, and I'm ready for bed. Which is a good thing, rest is very,very good these days. With the weather it makes me want to stay in bed all day, last night i crashed before setting my alarm. oops:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. im falling asleep. tomorrow...or this week. maybe i will write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-6901571727861361646?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/6901571727861361646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=6901571727861361646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6901571727861361646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6901571727861361646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1134513697847051803</id><published>2010-12-02T01:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:33:40.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i?</title><content type='html'>do you title your  blogs first? i never do. always the last thing.anyways.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not really sure i know who I am these days. I have gotten so caught up in everything that I'm doing that  I don't even know what I like any more. when you look around my room, the school books take over the majority of the room, and clothes take over the rest. but in my one corner I have all my yarn in a box calling my name. piled in another area is a stack a foot high of photography books and DVD's i need to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life consists of work, school work, driving, and running around doing things I don't really want to do. when i got my car, i was excited thinking i could meet friends for dinner, go sit at a coffee shop and write, go shopping when I want to, and visit family or friends when I'm lonely. But now every where I go and everything i do is merely because its something to check off in my planner. None of it is because I want to. i mean yes, tomorrow dinner with matt, i want to do that, but again its just slipping it into my tight schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm aching for a bit more freedom. but not freedom to do all those boring things. freedom to just rest, or get a text from a friend and meet her for coffee. or write in my journal, or knit a scarf, or watch a movie with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really sure who i am, or why i'm here anymore. I'm incredibly self serving and it's driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never rest, and that too, is driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1134513697847051803?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1134513697847051803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1134513697847051803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1134513697847051803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1134513697847051803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-am-i.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-2939751579977343232</id><published>2010-11-17T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:42:53.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>Why do I only blog when I am supposed to be writing a paper? I hate when this happens. I have english essay writers block. I REALLY don't want to talk about my english paper though. All I can is I'm a white, teenage girl, writing about Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech. hmmmm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Have I mentioned recently how much I LOVE my job? I love the people I work with. I love the fact that they actually seem to care. I actually hold conversations with them. some more than others. The conversations are enlightening, and mostly God honoring. I love the fun I have at work, and the fact that I actually get to make money while doing it. Of course, I don't ALWAYS want to go to work, but I try to keep the right attitude and I still love it every day:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Ok, this was pathetic writing. but the wedding planner is almost over, and I have written one sentence of my 4-6 page paper. better get moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-2939751579977343232?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/2939751579977343232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=2939751579977343232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2939751579977343232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2939751579977343232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/11/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-7280875743995761574</id><published>2010-11-09T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:31:21.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>My posts are always about being overwhelmed....wonder why? I'll try not to make this about life being overwhelming, even though it is. I'm just going to talk about the most recent things in my life in totally random fashion&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I have been sick for around 3 weeks now. its no fun. i always forget to take my pills which make things even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Today was my best friends 16th birthday, and shes 800 miles away in New Hampshire, which is where she lives now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I'm getting a little bit organized in school which helps. thanks mommy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I work alot at chickfila :) the holidays will be crazyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   fall social is the 20th. my dress is beautiful. and my date is superrrrrr handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I went to my first professional football game yesterday:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Cora Voce's first performance is next thursday, and i dont have my music down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I miss a lot of things in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   im exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-7280875743995761574?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/7280875743995761574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=7280875743995761574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7280875743995761574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7280875743995761574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-542057641758006064</id><published>2010-10-05T23:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:40:07.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelming</title><content type='html'>Life is incredibly overwhelming. As I type this, I know I should be writing my essay for English due Thursday. I should be working on chemistry and studying my French. But I find myself drowning in work and not sure which way to turn. I sadly, cannot survive on small amounts of sleep. I also cannot fall asleep before midnight. Which results in sleeping til 8, sometimes 9 and leaving me rushing each morning. I work 3 sometimes 4 days a week and I have classes that take up my day 4 days a week.  It leaves me exhausted, stretched to thin, unaccomplished, unprepared, unsocial, unfriendly, missing God, and so much more.&lt;div&gt;       I miss being able to; read because I wanted to. Knit for no reason. Watch a movie in the evening. Sleep in some mornings.  Talk to Matt. See my friends. and so.much.more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Now my best friend is moving to New Hampshire, and I'm getting old, and life is flying by. I have so many goals and I haven't figured out how to motivate myself to do them just yet. I wish I could take a week off from school, and work. I could just catch up on my home duties and get myself completely put together. I dont feel like I have been "together" in a VERY long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my life. I love being busy and I tend to thrive in stressful situations. But I do miss things about my old life. I wish I could combine the two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         But now that I have rambled and made no sense I shall go. Attempt to write a paper and make it to bed by 1.....30. Prayers are appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-542057641758006064?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/542057641758006064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=542057641758006064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/542057641758006064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/542057641758006064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/10/overwhelming.html' title='overwhelming'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-7246259823614607485</id><published>2010-08-27T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:41:36.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like Fries with that?</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day as a Team Member at &lt;a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/?#home"&gt;Chick-Fil-A&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I'm going to slightly walk you through my day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I got there, slightly rushed at 10:30 with my shift starting at 11. They told me my uniform would be in so I went early so I could get dressed. I got there and discovered my uniform wasn't in so I was given a shirt and told to change. I was wearing not so comfy jeans and flip-flops. 2 dollar foam,  2 year old flip flops. That I can't stand in for very long. So yes, I wore flip-flops on my first day of work, for 6 hours straight. Bad idea. Well, then I went out and was placed out front working on a register. Well first I should say, the floor is really slippery. I mean REALLY slippery.  I felt like I was ice skating all day to say the least. It was fun in the front I could take a step or two and then sliiideee. But in the back, it was pretty dangerously slippery. Lets just say, I can't wait to get my slip resistant shoes. Well, I wasn't amazing at the register at first but I think I got it down pretty well by the end of the day. It's a learning process they keep saying:) I'll get it eventually! I worked from 11-4 so I had about a half hour to get things down until the lunch hour rush hit, and honestly, lunch hour rush was my favorite part all day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Of course, I messed up, I discovered I stink at making ice cream cones, and I'm good at making milkshakes. I'm trying to learn the short hand, I spill pop frequently, and seem to always forget something. But I'm getting it:)  There were a few moments that stood out today, one in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     It was during some what of a rush, My customer had ordered a salad and dressing, I went and grabbed the salad and sitting beside it was a little container of something, I thought it was a special dressing I grabbed it and threw it in the bag. My customer soon returns asking for her dressing and as I'm grabbing it, I hear some people saying where did the blueberry topping go?? I tried not to giggle realizing I had given my customer blueberry topping for her salad. No one will ever know;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    We had a milkshake catastrophe today too and cream was everywhere. But that one wasn't COMPLETELY my fault thankfully:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    My co-workers are wonderful. They all took me under my wing and adopted me today and they all helped me out and it was great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I should probably go to bed so I can do it all again tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-7246259823614607485?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/7246259823614607485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=7246259823614607485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7246259823614607485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7246259823614607485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/08/would-you-like-fries-with-that.html' title='Would you like Fries with that?'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-6319201467686795979</id><published>2010-08-18T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:37:45.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explore.Discover.Pursue.</title><content type='html'>I thought I would use this post as somewhat of an update, and tell you all what this coming year will hold. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Well for those of you who don't know, I have spent my summer in Ravenswood. But thankfully I will be returning home around the first week of September. Within the first week I'm home I'll be diving back into the old routine immediately, except with a few changes. First I figured I'll list my classes I'm taking  this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Composition 101 -WV State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;American History - Lifepac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry - Lifepac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algebra 2 - Teaching Textbooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foundations in Personal Finance - Dave Ramsey DVD's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish - Rosetta Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home Economics - Mrs. Edwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Test Prep ( PSAT, ACT, SAT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano - Erica Rolfe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cora Voce - Emily Capece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are my classes/activities:) I am also hoping to be working at Chick-Fil-A starting ASAP. I will also be taking a cleaning job that I will be cleaning at once a week :). I will also be in the process of re-doing my bedroom and then after that helping my sister and mother re-do theirs also. I will also be helping a lot and home and making lots of changes and taking on more responsibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my goals for this coming year, are to explore my life, my self, my passions, and my dreams. I want to discover and then I want to pursue :) I want to follow my dreams of photography and try and get an actual business up and running. I want to follow my musical dreams also. I want to play music more often, and write from the heart.  I want to grow as a musician in many different ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than anything I want to discover my relationship with Christ. I want to grow in Him in every way. Fall more in love with Him, and discover who I am in Christ. That I am His :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think these are good goals:) But one last goal is Time Management. I will learn to make good use of my time, and learning to get up earlier and just being useful in general :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to grow and change alot this year, and I cant wait:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-6319201467686795979?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/6319201467686795979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=6319201467686795979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6319201467686795979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6319201467686795979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/08/explorediscoverpursue.html' title='Explore.Discover.Pursue.'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-5630834598003996891</id><published>2010-08-01T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:49:41.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and Under</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I meet people who do it all. They work, do amazingly well in school, have a major social life, and still have time to relax and keep it all together. At least thats how it seems. I on the other hand only DREAM of being that put together.&lt;br /&gt;    What I wouldnt give to sleep the perfect 7 hours each night, wake up beautiful and rested. Get up do a ton of school or go to work looking great. I'd love to manage my social life and have straight A's and feel smart.&lt;br /&gt;    But this isn't me. I normally wait til the last minute to finish projects, always have a messy room, and always sleep past my alarm. My hair never lays perfect, and I dont have straight A's that I truly worked hard for. I slack off in a lot of ways and I still don't have time for anything.&lt;br /&gt;    Some people would call the first person an overachiever and some would call me an underachiever. I resent both titles. People normally think that people who overachieve ar stuck up, and not friendly, and work too hard. Especially teenagers. But as a Christian I should be giving 100% in everything I do. School, cleaning, friends, and much more. Some people would think, your just a teenager you dont need to be working so hard. But I feel as though I should be, in order to give 100% for God!&lt;br /&gt;     I can promise you, I will still have hairs out of place and my make-up wont be perfect. I wont get perfect scores on all school assignments, and I will still hit the snooze button 10 times some mornings. But I can tell you that I hope when you see me now, I'm a bit more put together, and doing 100% in everything I do. Call it want you want. But I'm ready to be an overachiever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-5630834598003996891?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/5630834598003996891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=5630834598003996891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5630834598003996891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5630834598003996891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/08/over-and-under.html' title='Over and Under'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-3700844552108227419</id><published>2010-06-25T00:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:07:51.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise You in this Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br /&gt;and raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;my strength is almost gone how can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;if I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;and as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;and I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;for You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;and every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;and though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You in this storm  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;   My life recently has been a storm. But I'm learning to praise him in my storms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;    Today driving home from Ravenswood I drove through the biggest storm I had seen in a long time. It was only me and Katie, and I'll admit. I was terrified. I knew our lives were in my hands....but I knew overall they were in God's hands. On the way home I started to pray harder than I have in quite a while. I was begging God to keep us safe. To get me to the next exit alive. To control the car and those around me. We ended up getting off an exit, and going down a road I didnt really know. But God stopped the rain while I was lost. He truly kept us safe today, and I'm incredibly thankful. Yes I hydroplaned a few times and came close to loosing control. But I was safe in His hands. I praised Him through that storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;      Now I'm ready to praise him through the storm I'm going through now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3116280781428205519-3700844552108227419?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/3700844552108227419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=3700844552108227419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/3700844552108227419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/3700844552108227419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/06/praise-you-in-this-storm.html' title='Praise You in this Storm'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-390585419555177407</id><published>2010-06-22T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:59:09.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight like a Girl</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the fight like a girl shirts? They are for breast cancer and such. But you know i like it. Im going to fight like a girl in other ways.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I'm sure my last post could have shown signs of depression. I have plenty of things to be depressed about, and right now I feel awful so my hope didnt seem very strong. But then a friend texted me, asked how i was doing, made sure i was ok emotionally and wasn't having feelings of depression. I quickly replied with of course not! How could I with a great weekend coming up. My cousins rehearsal dinner and wedding 2 new dresses to wear and takings pictures with a $600 camera. This weekend will be a party and a half and i will have the time of my life. I in a way replied this, just to make her think I was ok. But after typing it out. I thought how in the world could i be depressed? If i just take it slowly and look at it one step at a time, and see how blessed I am with each passing day I truly think I can fight like a girl and beat this thing :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    So girls heres my challenge to you. Look at each day, each week, each month, and overall each year, at every blessing that comes your way. The things you get to do, the blessings that are bestowed on you, the people that come into your life, and everything that comes your way...dont forget to fight like a girl. Beat it:) Don't let the rude comment the girl made, or the guy that never calls you, or the things going on at home get you down. Fight Like a Girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-390585419555177407?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/390585419555177407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=390585419555177407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/390585419555177407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/390585419555177407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/06/fight-like-girl.html' title='Fight like a Girl'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-8617216280825182385</id><published>2010-06-21T01:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:57:15.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the little green monster</title><content type='html'>I have dealt with alot of emotions recently, but I think the one i want to write about now, is jealousy. I think its going to be good for me to talk this out. I know i deal with jealousy in many ways, but the one way that i have struggled the most recently is over something big. Something i have probably hindered things, because of my jealousy. &lt;div&gt;      You see it all started probably around November 2008. My youth group did a points system to qualify for missions trips, and fun trips. I hadn't done very well and my youth pastor's wife told me I needed to bring my points up to 75%. I was at 50 something, in order to qualify for the missions trip to Italy that following summer. I didn't have long to raise my points MAJORLY. I worked incredibly hard over that probably next month. I worked memorizing verses doing extra things, doing everything at all possible. when the time came that it was over I was told I has 76.9%. I had qualified to go to Italy. I was going to Italy. I was beyond excited and couldnt stop talking about it. A few months later, we were told the trip to Italy needed to be canceled. Time passed and we ended up going to Leadership Camp for our missions trip, and I knew ok this is just preparing me for Italy next year! Well this year rolls around. I work HARD and again qualify for the trip. This time it was really happening. We were going to Italy. I got my stuff to get my passport. Went to meetings got incredibly excited with my bestfriend about the trip. Only to be informed, I would not be going to Italy.  My mom didnt think it was a good idea for me to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        As I type this, my best friend, youth pastor and others are in Grosseto, Italy. I am sitting in my bed in good ole West Virginia. I keep asking myself, and God, why arent I there? Why did this happen. I read my youth pastors blog posts and I try to feel good about it. But when i read it, i honestly just want to cry. I want to experience the Trevi Fountain and the Mamertine Prison. I hate that im not there. I want to. I have loved Italy for as long as i can remember. I want to be there. I have such serious feelings of jealousy i know its not right.  I cant let go....i should be there. I should be experiencing it. in a few days my other best friend will leave for Moldova. why am i the only one stuck here? I want out. Im jealous of the experiences they have had. and will experience while im stuck here.im jealous im jealous im jealous. but.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         I'm letting it go here. I'm going to pray for them on the remainder of the trip. I'm going to pray fervently for the Italy team and the Moldova team. It is my mission, and my calling. &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/3116280781428205519-8617216280825182385?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/8617216280825182385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=8617216280825182385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/8617216280825182385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/8617216280825182385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-green-monster.html' title='the little green monster'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-6962020454650943123</id><published>2010-06-15T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:17:06.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>life changes. rapidly. when you blink your life changes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life has changed so much in the past few weeks im ready to take a break and breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-6962020454650943123?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/6962020454650943123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=6962020454650943123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6962020454650943123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6962020454650943123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1910748825462237233</id><published>2009-11-22T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:37:45.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the usa</title><content type='html'>Yes im just writing I'm not to sure what about. I just wanted to write. I'm on a facebook break and so theres nothing else to do, ok well thats a lie. i could be:&lt;br /&gt;memorizing lines for play scenes 1-4&lt;br /&gt;knitting my ahg project&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;practicing piano&lt;br /&gt;cleaning my room&lt;br /&gt;journaling&lt;br /&gt;reading Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you get the idea something productive would probably be a good idea. But eh, i wanted to write. I havent written in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idunno. oh and blogspot has definitely been messing up for me recently. i have a wordpress one now. check me out justmeg94.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1910748825462237233?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1910748825462237233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1910748825462237233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1910748825462237233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1910748825462237233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-usa.html' title='life in the usa'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-4953897416518909320</id><published>2009-11-12T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:27:49.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>These past two weeks have been crazy i cant begin to explain.i got 4 hours of sleep last night. I'm beyond tired. I'm sick. slightly miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for:&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;Charis&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-4953897416518909320?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/4953897416518909320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=4953897416518909320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4953897416518909320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4953897416518909320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-2352733132131833216</id><published>2009-10-22T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:15:24.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The climb</title><content type='html'>Life has been absolutely crazy recently. You should see my calendar. Pretty full... Heres a small idea of what my week is normally like... Mondays work from 10-3.Tuesdays Piano at 2 and everyother week AHG. Wednesdays home and cook dinner Church at 7. Thursdays Co-op Speech and Biology Lab 1-430. Friday free. Saturday free.Sunday Church 930-12 Church/choir 445-730. So just imagine me squeezing a weeks worth of school studying,and projects in there.Oh yes..and friends and family..doesnt leave much time hoenstly. Ha....well tomorrow..is yet another crazy day..i must go..just pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the climb**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-2352733132131833216?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/2352733132131833216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=2352733132131833216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2352733132131833216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2352733132131833216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/10/climb.html' title='The climb'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-4225517118484153426</id><published>2009-10-01T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:29:21.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here...thoughts running wild. I'm listening to music..thinking maybe..it will drown out my thoughts. I havent slept well all week. Thing change, and I have come to accept them.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have changed in a matter of a week. I made a decision, that wasnt easy. But i knew God didnt want a certain thing in my life right now. Not saying its bad or wont happen in the future, but right now I MUST focus on other things.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though things are changing, and I hope and pray for the better. School is beyond stressful. I feel as though my family is changing just things are different. My friendships havent been strong. I said something out of place, and messed up big time.&lt;br /&gt;I know the way im writing isnt proper. But thats because my brain doesnt think in complete thoughts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned through this, friendship is key. I realized i had a bestfriend who i had not treated right. Luckily she forgave me. Shes all thats keeping me going these days....dont forsake your friendships for something that might not last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SsUsuIYsquI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DNk8yJZTk3M/s1600-h/katies+party+%3D%5D+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387761700255345378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SsUsuIYsquI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DNk8yJZTk3M/s320/katies+party+%3D%5D+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-4225517118484153426?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/4225517118484153426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=4225517118484153426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4225517118484153426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4225517118484153426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-friend-3.html' title='best friend &lt;3'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SsUsuIYsquI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DNk8yJZTk3M/s72-c/katies+party+%3D%5D+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1860350338534214828</id><published>2009-09-11T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:07:20.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish upon a Star</title><content type='html'>Its 11pm im sitting outside on the deck. Im drinking root beer and listening to music and looking at the stars.So many thoughts are running through my head. Today has been a wondeful day of friends and family. Tonight i was able to spend time with our wonderful neighbors and my parents and sister. It was great seeing my dad stress free...and having fun. he needed that. soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sitting here thinking about what tomorrow holds. A dear friend of mine is getting married tomorrow. Katrina Vance. Katrina has always been a part of my life..my mom would take her to school when we were in elementary school. She was my babysitter for a long time. She was my volleyball captain the first year i played. i went on a missions trip with her. She was a role model in my life for as long as i can remember. Shes getting married tomorrow. not sure if i have grasped that concept yet. She still seems so young..like the 10th grader who babysat me...and yet i think...im in 10th grade. wow. before it..i will be getting married. wow. its crazy to think..that in a matter of 7 years..i will have graduated College.wow. i think my life has started going just BIT to fast for my liking. come on....i just had my 10th birthday party at the skating rink last week right? i guess not..maybe that was over 5 years ago...i will be 16. in 8 months. i will be a jr in highschool next year. Ok. moving WAY to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i could wish upon a star....heres what i would wish.&lt;br /&gt;I would wish that God would give me peace and guidance...to get through my life. To be able to show me what i need to do in my life. That i would go to the right school major in the right thing. Marry the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just decided...i dont need a star to wish on..i have a God i can call on and ask for these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1860350338534214828?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1860350338534214828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1860350338534214828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1860350338534214828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1860350338534214828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-upon-star.html' title='Wish upon a Star'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-2606671220510975442</id><published>2009-09-10T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:29:37.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This summer.</title><content type='html'>this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvUpw6G9I/AAAAAAAAADo/aNAW77fNZ1g/s1600-h/summer+nights+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953630469823442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvUpw6G9I/AAAAAAAAADo/aNAW77fNZ1g/s320/summer+nights+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvUXri7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/iL1NdnFHgjs/s1600-h/katies+party+%3D%5D+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953625615494498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvUXri7WI/AAAAAAAAADg/iL1NdnFHgjs/s320/katies+party+%3D%5D+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvTuPD4yI/AAAAAAAAADY/93DK03cN68c/s1600-h/summer+nights+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953614490166050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvTuPD4yI/AAAAAAAAADY/93DK03cN68c/s320/summer+nights+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Car Rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvTAIua1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/p5vawugxEeM/s1600-h/southland+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953602115562322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvTAIua1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/p5vawugxEeM/s320/southland+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvS2o-kQI/AAAAAAAAADI/YCBEeFv6Ir8/s1600-h/southland+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953599566483714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvS2o-kQI/AAAAAAAAADI/YCBEeFv6Ir8/s320/southland+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you were wondering what my summer has consisted of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-2606671220510975442?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/2606671220510975442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=2606671220510975442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2606671220510975442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2606671220510975442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-summer.html' title='This summer.'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SqlvUpw6G9I/AAAAAAAAADo/aNAW77fNZ1g/s72-c/summer+nights+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1595622509459983034</id><published>2009-07-19T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:39:36.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from the South</title><content type='html'>Who knew someone could learn so much or be so changed as i was while i was down south. For those of you who didnt know, i went to Southland Christian Camp for L.I.G.H.T. camp for two weeks. June 28-July11. Honestly...i didnt want to go. I mean come on....no cell phone laptop or TV for two weeks? yea they were crazy. i couldnt do that. let alone being away from my family and friends for that long. I told God nope im not going, i wanna go to Kings Island with Matt and enjoy my summer, and work on my tan. I do NOT want to go to Louisiana where its humid and hot all the time. But while i was at the Wilds God really worked on me about that. It was like....I knew i needed to go, and i knew how good it would be for me, but honestly i think i was just afraid of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Welll i went. and guess what? things changed. alot. Getting down there...i was homesick and hard. Well i didnt let that last too long, the homesick thing lasted awhile, but the hard heart didnt, i opened up immediately. first session...i was like woah. 1st service, woah again. morning devos wow! and it continued this way for 2 straight weeks. God did an amazing work, and i am a different person, i will never again be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It has taken me a whole week...and i still feel a little weird being home. for the first few days i felt like a complete stranger. it was so weird. I think it was just being back around sin...and the temptation to sin. i felt weird, and wrong and like i didnt belong. I wasnt perfect this past week, but i would like to say i was a better christian than before. I'm working on improving and its sometimes a slow process. But Gods in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-meg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1595622509459983034?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1595622509459983034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1595622509459983034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1595622509459983034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1595622509459983034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/07/wisdom-from-south.html' title='Wisdom from the South'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-4505322167997112727</id><published>2009-06-23T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:23:36.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I run to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SkE3_XHS_lI/AAAAAAAAADA/CZYixDFnmiI/s1600-h/running.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350619393968766546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SkE3_XHS_lI/AAAAAAAAADA/CZYixDFnmiI/s320/running.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run from hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run from prejudice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run from pessimists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I run too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it running me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run from my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run too fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or too slow it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When lies become the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I run to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world keeps spinning faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into a new disaster so I run to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it all starts coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God you're the only one I run to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We run on fumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life and mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the sands of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slippin' right on through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Your love's the only Truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I run to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    This song was changed a bit, because when i hear this song i think of it as talking about my relationship between me and God. I have learned more in the past week than ever before, that God is the one i need to run to with open arms. If you are learning to run to a best friend, boyfriend, girlfriend before anyone else even before God, its so wrong. God is there and we can always run to him. Learn to run to him, and your life will improve i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-4505322167997112727?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/4505322167997112727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=4505322167997112727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4505322167997112727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4505322167997112727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-run-to-you.html' title='I run to You'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SkE3_XHS_lI/AAAAAAAAADA/CZYixDFnmiI/s72-c/running.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-5267525386647144891</id><published>2009-06-11T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:24:37.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Guys view</title><content type='html'>This is a repost..of a repost..of a friend on facebook...i thougth it was really interesting seeing this coming from a guys view..but guys i just want you to know..that its hard here too. on our side...really its not easy.. but this was just interesting..take the time to read it please.&lt;br /&gt;Thought this was worth a repost. Written by a friend from school. I feel ya, bro.-------------------------------------------------------------Teenage relationships are bizarre ordeals. They are seen by some as a game, by some as a plague, by some as a good time, by others life and death, by others as nature’s cruel fate on anyone that hits puberty, and by most a way to find that one with which you will spend the rest of your life, or at least you hope so. The way you see these things will most likely show what you want out of a relationship and how you view the opposite sex (for me it would be girls). Those that see it as a game have a set of mental “rules” that they set up in order to win the “prize” which also differs from person to person. Those that see it as a plague tend to avoid the issue altogether (sometimes I can see why). Those just looking for a good time generally aren’t looking for the long term commitment, and therefore they bail when the going gets tough or the relationship is “too serious.” Those that see it as life and death, well…lets just say they look to the other person to solve all their problems and when that person cant, drama happens (this group needs to grow up just a little). And for those that are looking for somebody to marry, they tends to get tunnel vision and only at the opposites as potential mates (and that’s just dumb).Now as a guy looking to get married someday, I put some mental effort into this, just so I could see how I was going to approach the matter. I guess my thoughts started with feelings, and let’s just say I didn’t not like them. It is a well known fact that society glorifies the beauty of women. Society gets it from men, which also glorify the beauty of women. We admire it so much that those of us that are rhetorically challenged can do nothing more than stutter and stammer ourselves into embarrassment. I look in the eyes of some girls, and my mind goes blank; I am lost and simply awestruck….then I realize she asked a question, and I look like a bumbling idiot. Sometimes it’s the smile that gets me. She laughs and I can’t think of anything other than thinking of something to do something to make her do it again. Eyes, smile, hair, skin, personality, abilities, mind, the list goes on – any number or mixture of things can make a guy’s world stop to the point that he can only hear and feel his heart beating. Then, I try to come up with something that will adequately express these feelings. Thinking at this point is futile, and sadly, my vocabulary reduces to one word, “hey.” And after the seemingly never-ending silence, my vocabulary decides to return with a rush of all terms that ever-so-adequately define the idiocy that has become me. At this point I might as well just hop away on the foot that’s not stuck in my mouth.What is a guy to do? Here I am making a fool of myself in front of the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and I have no ideas on how to recover…lucky me…honestly, You would think I could handle the adrenaline rush that comes with all this. I mean I play sports, and I’ve made my share of game-winning shots without blinking or having a second thought, but I can’t come up with anything other than “hi” when talking to another human being? Which brings up another point. GamesWhat is the deal with these games that we play when we are attracted to someone? Like the “playing TOO hard to get game.” Here are the rules –1. You like me2. I like you3. You pretend I don’t exist4. I pursue the person who doesn’t think I existFor some reason I don’t like the way that game plays out. Why is it such a big secret that we find someone attractive? It’s nature. And, ladies, it’s a big deal for a guy when he asks you out, or even talks to you for the first time. Don’t ignore him, that’s just rude and inconsiderate. Give him a chance. And if he’s not the most conversational person, you’re probably just making him nervous.- New subject - I see a girl I like. I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself so I go to the drawing board and try to think of new ways to express the feeling of being beauty-struck. And as I think, I watch TV for ideas. I’ve got it…Poetry!...“roses are red”….no, too cliché.“When I look into your eyes, they remind me of blue skies….”…..ummmm no.“and then I saw her face, now I’m a believer…”…..good, but taken“ Well, I was sittin here thinkin‘Wow, you looked beautiful today’So I picked up a pen and just started dinkinAnd said to myself, I hope this turns out ok…I look into your eyes and wish you were mineBlank goes my mind, and a chill down my spine.I can’t hold the gaze and I stare at the ground.Not a word to be found that can duly proclaimThe beauty this girl has to her nameSo in my mouth lies my tongue like the lameAnd I think to myself…’man I sure hate this game.’”………well ive reached a new low and with that I move on to my next idea.Flowers….ill just give her flowers and leave a tag that says “anonymous.” Yeah, that’s it. It shows the girl that she is being pursued and that she is wanted exactly as she is and I hear they like flowers. It’s the perfect idea. But then I psych myself out and think that the guys are going to think I’m sappy and gay, and she won’t know it’s me, and if she did she’d probably say, no. ok, scratch that.Direct approach……I walk up and say “hi, my name is Ryan, and I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And, I was wondering if you would want to go out for dinner or a movie sometime?” girls say this is what they want, right? A guy to just tell her he likes her and ask her out…………….well, when I asked one of my female friends about this she said it would be too forward and that I need to have a conversation first…….i said, ok……but in my mind I thought, theres a problem. All I can think of is “hi”. And, when I do really good and throw a few more words in like “hi, hows life” or “hey, how’ve you been” or even “hey, how’re classes going”. If I muster up that much, I get the same “good. You?”; which I answer “Good”, thus ending the conversation and me no closer to the girl that I started. Next idea…Chivalrous approach…………..I’ll ride up on my white horse, jump down, kiss her and not say a word. We jump on the horse and ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after in the castle I am heir to. After we are married of course.I quit…….I know my thoughts have been scattered, but the point I’m trying to make is that girls give us feelings that we don’t get from anything else. Most of us don’t know quite what to do with ourselves. And, I know there are the guys out there that can just do this without thinking twice. I’m not one of those guys. I get all nervous and sweaty and all manner of messed up when I talk to an attractive girl. And, by writing this I helped myself sort some stuff out; I thought girls would like to see what goes on in a guys mind and I thought guys might be able to get some help from this.I’d like to know thoughts from guys and girls so leave the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-5267525386647144891?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/5267525386647144891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=5267525386647144891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5267525386647144891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5267525386647144891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-guys-view.html' title='From a Guys view'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-8459632280451800552</id><published>2009-05-22T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:53:42.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free to Be me</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that song? free to be me by whats her face...i cant spell her name but whatever.  I like it. alot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;     its been a long time since i posted last, and when i was getting on here i thought i would have more to write about. but now as im writing im drawing a blank.&lt;br /&gt;    a quick update, I have a wonderful friend boy who im enjoying getting to know better and better =] his name would be matt. and hes pretty great. no folks. hes not my boyfriend. we arent dating so dont ask. hes my friend boy as i said, hes a friend who means something to mee...and i just am getting to know him. ha.&lt;br /&gt;         school is practically out. but i will hopefully be starting back up with school when i get back from southland in july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my life. i will most likely write some more tonight, when im alone and the words come easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-8459632280451800552?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/8459632280451800552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=8459632280451800552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/8459632280451800552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/8459632280451800552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-free-to-be-me.html' title='I&apos;m free to Be me'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1277037664811734584</id><published>2009-04-23T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:36:25.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Nights</title><content type='html'>********Stay up late and we'd talk all night&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room lit by the TV light&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those nights kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;We'd listen to the radio play all night&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go home to another fight&lt;br /&gt;Through all the hard times in my life&lt;br /&gt;Those nights kept me alive********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been in my head for quite a while now. For so many reasons. There are some people in my life that this is so true about. Somethings come into peoples lives and the best thing you can do for them is listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life i have been blessed with many people that listen to me...but also whom when needed i listen to them sometimes for hours.  But i love that friendship that you build through hours of talking,listening,crying,laughing, and praying. it Builds such strong friendships. I wouldnt trade any of them for  the world. really i wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've talked about what i wanted to talk about, how about a quick update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past month things have changed. my relationship with my family is great, and my relationship with my God is even better. People have been brought into my life, that God has used to bring God back into my life. He is more real to me now than ever before. I guess before now, yes i knew there was a God but he wasnt real in my life....i hadnt taken in that he is very very real...i guess. But now he is very real. and he is a part of my life more now than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;well yea, its almost summer and im ready. trips and freedom this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week and 4 days until im 15. the countdown starts now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1277037664811734584?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1277037664811734584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1277037664811734584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1277037664811734584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1277037664811734584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/04/those-nights.html' title='Those Nights'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-3910447442220495331</id><published>2009-03-27T13:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:18:58.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*smile*</title><content type='html'>I really love to smile =] really i doo it make my day and i love when other people smile. These are some things that make me smile =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxV9Ap1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zh9eRH_E-io/s1600-h/convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931771956864850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxV9Ap1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zh9eRH_E-io/s320/convo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love converses... and cute sayings =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0Wxc7RspI/AAAAAAAAACw/eQ0Sf0e1y7Y/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931773828641426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0Wxc7RspI/AAAAAAAAACw/eQ0Sf0e1y7Y/s320/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books make me smile, they make me cry, laugh, and im so involved in books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxX3Cu-I/AAAAAAAAACo/H2JB-v6dAlg/s1600-h/love+songs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931772468706274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxX3Cu-I/AAAAAAAAACo/H2JB-v6dAlg/s320/love+songs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture... i love love songs so this just makes this picture great&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love music &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxJLSlRI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrVeNlxXiU0/s1600-h/Cinderella+Run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931768527099154" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxJLSlRI/AAAAAAAAACg/rrVeNlxXiU0/s320/Cinderella+Run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fairy tales... them make me smile! [these shoes are pretty amazing too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WwVO9XGI/AAAAAAAAACY/-ziecVcYsZ4/s1600-h/Heart+or+Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317931754583841890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WwVO9XGI/AAAAAAAAACY/-ziecVcYsZ4/s320/Heart+or+Tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain can be great... I love drawing in water on windows =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to smile today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Smile don't be sad Smile be glaaaad Smile&lt;br /&gt;Trees grow tall and the grass grows small&lt;br /&gt;The flowers bloom and the birds in tune&lt;br /&gt;oooo&lt;br /&gt;so you got to&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;smile dont be sad smile be glaaaad smile&lt;br /&gt;little birdie up in the tree&lt;br /&gt;dont cry dear not shed for me&lt;br /&gt;you you just got smile ahaha&lt;br /&gt;smile dont be sad smile be glaaad smile&lt;br /&gt;Live and love and laugh and love and smiiile&lt;br /&gt;ooo so you got&lt;br /&gt;SMILE ahahah&lt;br /&gt;smile dont be sad smile be glaaaad smile&lt;br /&gt;o you got to smile you got to smile**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile by Megan And Laura Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0UOsNNBAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6RMdcKh0Oso/s1600-h/Heart+or+Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-3910447442220495331?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/3910447442220495331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=3910447442220495331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/3910447442220495331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/3910447442220495331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile.html' title='*smile*'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/Sc0WxV9Ap1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zh9eRH_E-io/s72-c/convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1307802944825415863</id><published>2009-02-14T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:07:33.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycot Because of Boy Not</title><content type='html'>I'll start out by saying Happy Valentines Day! I hope you cherish this day spending it with the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Now to my point of this blog....Are you dateless on this valentines? That is definetly not a bad thing I promise. Use this day to spend time with family if they will be around. If not take time to meet with your God. He loves you more than anyone else you could spend your day with. Maybe you could take that time and pray for your future husband. You know he is already out there so why don't you just pray for him that he will keep his eyes on God, and things like that.  Enjoy this day, maybe its a pretty day outside go enjoy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1307802944825415863?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1307802944825415863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1307802944825415863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1307802944825415863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1307802944825415863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/02/boycot-because-of-boy-not.html' title='Boycot Because of Boy Not'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-2533992674270751054</id><published>2009-02-06T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:19:14.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Mayberry.....</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not missing Mayberry right now. My Mayberry is Ravenswood, WV. I love this place, really I do. Its a small town and I can walk from one end to the other easily. I've done it numerous times. Here in this town everyone knows everyone, really:) It's safe and I wish I grew up here because i would be able to do more things, in Cross Lanes I'm not allowed to walk ANYWHERE! But here I'm let loose and I love it :) If you don't have a Mayberry of your own, you need one. Some of my greatest times have been here, each Christmas and Thanksgiving. Some of my quiet times with God, really just escape. Find your Mayberry and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-2533992674270751054?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/2533992674270751054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=2533992674270751054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2533992674270751054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2533992674270751054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-mayberry.html' title='I Miss Mayberry.....'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-6060254628992213978</id><published>2009-01-27T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:12:28.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>there is snow, this is also the reason i'm up at a very unreasonable time, well for me! There is enough snow to keep my dad home from work! it is cold and has closed TONs of schools! I'm off to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-6060254628992213978?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/6060254628992213978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=6060254628992213978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6060254628992213978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6060254628992213978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-7738778246603515965</id><published>2009-01-22T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:08:32.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The President, the Passengers, and the Patience of God</title><content type='html'>Things like this need to be noticed, we need to be praying for our President. I dont know anything about the guy that wrote this but all I can say is this piece is truly great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good way to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;The President, the Passengers, and the Patience of God&lt;br /&gt;January 21, 2009By John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/12all/lt/t_go.php?i=371&amp;amp;e=MTYwNDYy&amp;amp;l=-http--www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/TasteAndSee/ByDate/2009/3520_The_President_the_Passengers_and_the_Patience_of_God/" target="_blank"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt; this article on our website.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are so overwhelmed at being treated better than we deserve that we must exult in the all-sovereign Godthe God of birds' flight and Obamas rise. When King David pondered how many were Gods wondrous deeds, he said, I will proclaim and tell of them, yet they are more than can be told (Psalm 40:5). Thats the way I feel watching Gods public mercies in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Have you considered how unlikely was the crash of USAir flight 1549 in the Hudson River on January 15not just the rescue but the crash itself? Picture this: The Airbus A320 is taking off at an anglemaybe 30 degrees. Its not flying horizontal with the earth. Not only that, it is flying fastnot full speed yet, but perhaps four times as fast as your car would go at top highway speeds.&lt;br /&gt;The geese are flying horizontally with the ground, more or less. They are not flying in a cloud like a swarm of bees. They fly level with the ground, often shaped like a V. In view of all that, what are the odds that, traveling at this speed and at this angle, this airplane would intersect with the flight of those geese at that very millisecond which would put a bird not just in one of those engines, but both of them?&lt;br /&gt;Two laser-guided missiles would not have been as amazingly effective as were those geese. It is incredible, statistically speaking. If God governs nature down to the fall (and the flight) of every bird, as Jesus says (Matthew 10:29), then the crash of flight 1549 was designed by God.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to the landing in the Hudson Riverwhich is just as unlikely. The airbus now has no thrust in either engine. The flight attendants said it was as quiet as a library in the plane without the sound of engines. The plane is now a 77-ton glider with its belly full of fuel. Captain Sullenberger decides to land in the river. Anywhere else would mean one big fireball.&lt;br /&gt;He banks and misses the George Washington Bridge by 900 feet and glides the plane into a perfect belly landing. A few degrees tilt to the front or back or the right or left and the plane would have done cartwheels down the river and broken up. On the water, the flight attendant does not let passengers open the rear door. That would have flooded the cabin too fast. The emergency doors and front doors provide exits for everyone and the plane floats long enough for all of them to climb out. Ferry boats are there almost instantly. The captain walks the aisle twice to make sure everyone is off. Then he leaves. Later the plane sinks.&lt;br /&gt;If God guides geese so precisely, he also guides the captains hands. God knew that when he took the plane down, he would also give a spectacular deliverance. So why would he do that? If he means for all to live, why not just skip the crash?&lt;br /&gt;Because he meant to give our nation a parable of his power and mercy the week before a new President takes office. God can take down a plane any time he pleasesand if he does, he wrongs no one. Apart from Christ, none of us deserves anything from God but judgment. We have belittled him so consistently that he would be perfectly just to take any of us any time in any way he chooses.&lt;br /&gt;But God is longsuffering. He is slow to anger. He withholds wrath every day. This is what we saw in the parable. The crash of Flight 1549 illustrates Gods right and power to judge. The landing of the plane represents Gods mercy. It was Gods call to all the passengers and all their families and all who heard the story to repent and turn to Gods Son, Jesus Christ, and receive forgiveness for sin.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing these thoughts on the evening after the inauguration of Barack Obama, the first African-American President of the United States. I cried twice today. There were two points when I was overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all. Once was when I prayed with some brothers after Obamas speech and was overcome with the sinfulness of my own racist background. The other was in trying to express my emotion to an African-American brother about what this must mean for him.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I reject Obamas stance on abortion, I am thankful to the bottom of my soul that an African-American can be President of United States. The enormousness of it all is unspeakable. This is Gods doing. The geese were Gods doing. The landing of Flight 1549 was Gods doing. And the Obama presidency is Gods doing. He removes kings and sets up kings (Daniel 2:21).&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that President Obama has eyes to see. The miracle on the Hudson and the miracle in the White House are not unrelated. God has been merciful to us as a nation. Our racial sins deserved judgment a thousand times over. God does not owe America anything. We owe him everything. And instead of destruction, he has given us another soft landing. We are not dead at the bottom of the Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;O that Barack Obama would see the mercies of God and look to the One whose blood bought everlasting life for all who trust him. The parables of Gods mercy are everywhere. The point of them is this: God is a just and patient Ruler, and Jesus Christ is a great Savior. Turn. Turn. Turn, O President of the United States and passengers of this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Full of thanks for all Gods mercies,Pastor John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-7738778246603515965?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/7738778246603515965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=7738778246603515965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7738778246603515965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7738778246603515965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-passengers-and-patience-of.html' title='The President, the Passengers, and the Patience of God'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-6732503824365634485</id><published>2009-01-15T19:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:58:52.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SW_ZWsClmwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q__CQJkXsqE/s1600-h/me+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291687070985984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SW_ZWsClmwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q__CQJkXsqE/s320/me+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know this I am writing a book for my english class this year. My curriculum is called How to Write the Novel Way, and it has me writing a novel in a year. It teaches me alot of different ways to write a novel and so it will help me to understnad my writing cappabilities. I'm really enjoying it! I have officially started writing it! The past semester has been me creating my novel. I have my characters down, and my setting. I have an outline, and I'm ready to write! I might be posting some of my chapters let me know what you think! Well I'm off to write some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, we had some snow today! Not much but it was nice! It didn't cover the ground but the snow was really pretty! Here are some pics of me outside, in 15 degree weather! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-6732503824365634485?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/6732503824365634485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=6732503824365634485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6732503824365634485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/6732503824365634485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-book.html' title='My book'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SW_ZWsClmwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q__CQJkXsqE/s72-c/me+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1745350566624021809</id><published>2009-01-06T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:28:49.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days....</title><content type='html'>Well my second semester of my freshman year officially started today and it was great. I set my alarm for 8 but when it went off I turned it off guessing my mom would be in to wake me up soon enough.... well the next thing I knew it was 10.... so my start to the day wasnt perfect but still...I got up took a shower and went a grabbed my book and sat down with a muffin and milk and after breakfast I had family devotions where I found out that because mom was sick we wouldn't be going to piano, or AHG. So after that I went up and did my school work. When I was finished with that I did my chores and I now I'm here!! Its been a great day and I'm glad for all I've accomplished!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1745350566624021809?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1745350566624021809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1745350566624021809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1745350566624021809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1745350566624021809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-days.html' title='School Days....'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-2296896049122679292</id><published>2009-01-05T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:44:47.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=551965293"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this is just a bit late to be doing this but I still wanted to.... lol I love little quiz things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Where did you ring in 2008? At my house with my family of course!&lt;br /&gt;2.) What was your status by Valentine's Day? single still lol no complaints though..&lt;br /&gt;3.) Were you in school (anytime this year)? Yes I'm a Freshman in Highschool&lt;br /&gt;4.) How did you earn your keep?I help my mom on weekends in cleaning offices this helps pay for my cell phone and it gives me some spending money!&lt;br /&gt;5.) Did you have to go to the hospital?Not for myself but to visit other people :)&lt;br /&gt;6.) Did you have any encounters with the police?not real ones... I live with one and see him everyday... does my dad count... lol&lt;br /&gt;7.) Where did you go on vacation? I went to camp this summer and to Alaska for a missions trip. Not vacation really but still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;8.) What did you purchase that was over $500? My big purchase was my laptop for $450&lt;br /&gt;9.) Did you know anybody who got married?Yeah Mike and Rachel... Ari and Jade..... I know others just cant think right now.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Did you know anybody who passed away? My mama....&lt;br /&gt;11.) Have you run into anybody you graduated high school with? I so havent graduated ... yet...&lt;br /&gt;12.) Did you move anywhere? Nope....&lt;br /&gt;13.) What sporting events did you go to?HCA Volleyball games... h.s. football games... so on and so forth....&lt;br /&gt;14.) What concerts/shows did you go to? Sonfest at MVNU&lt;br /&gt;15.) Are you registered to vote?not yet.... 4 years.... but I'm republican all the WAY&lt;br /&gt;16.) If so, did you do your patriotic duty on [last time you were supposed to vote]?&lt;br /&gt;17.) Where do you live now?home..... in good ole Cross Lanes WV&lt;br /&gt;18.) Describe your birthday.it was pretty fun! My first birthday with out Mama, but papa came down and we all went to lunch after church and I got money and a camera....&lt;br /&gt;19.) What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2008? go to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;20.) What is one thing you regret from this year? Being a fake..... and not trusting God.&lt;br /&gt;21.) What do you want for Christmas? I didnt want anything... but everything I got was amazing....&lt;br /&gt;22.) Any new additions to your family? Christopher Phillip Youssy.... My Nephew...&lt;br /&gt;23.) What was your best month? hmmm.... July.... Alaska.... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;24.) What from pop culture will you remember 2008 by? hmmm not to sure.... twilight... idk....&lt;br /&gt; 25.) How do you plan to ring in 2009?I thought with Zoe and Charis but it turned out to be amber!! and it was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun.... post it to your blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-2296896049122679292?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/2296896049122679292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=2296896049122679292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2296896049122679292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2296896049122679292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-reflection.html' title='2008 reflection...'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-9200111028985467965</id><published>2009-01-04T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:01:07.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SWF3MtlwDLI/AAAAAAAAABo/qZOKqpkRwOk/s1600-h/Two+Roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638497789742258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SWF3MtlwDLI/AAAAAAAAABo/qZOKqpkRwOk/s320/Two+Roads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.... In our christian walk we need to be taking the road not so often traveled. We need to be set apart and different.... I want this poem to be what they say about me once I'm dead.... " And she... she took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference" Its officially my life poem..... Mom made me memorize this a few years ago so thanks... I just recently thought of it again....&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/3116280781428205519-9200111028985467965?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/9200111028985467965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=9200111028985467965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/9200111028985467965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/9200111028985467965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SWF3MtlwDLI/AAAAAAAAABo/qZOKqpkRwOk/s72-c/Two+Roads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1999653606577693227</id><published>2009-01-04T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:44:57.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laptop</title><content type='html'>For those of you who dont already know this I bought a laptop this past September. I got a great deal on it and I really did love it, but sadly my cord broke in november I think. So sadly I havent been able to use it in a long time : ( But last night my mom and I ordered a new cord finally.... I'm sooo excited to have my laptop back! I'll hopefully get my charger sometime this week! yay!! no more fighting for the computer! hehe... I'm also looking into programs and software.... Any favorites?? I have a free photoshop and I have Windows defender as my security. So I'm looking for some better stuff! Thanks guys!! see you later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1999653606577693227?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1999653606577693227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1999653606577693227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1999653606577693227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1999653606577693227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-laptop.html' title='My Laptop'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1440811297768944575</id><published>2008-12-29T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:18:07.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Goals.....</title><content type='html'>Its only a few days away folks.... It will soon Be 2009! Crazy... Right? Well around this time many people tend to start thinking about what there New Years Resolution will be. I'm not making a resolution this year. Yesterday in Sunday School P.B. was talking about how he doesn't either and he says that he makes goals. For example lets say your Yearly Goal is to lose 50 lbs. well for a monthly goal you could say that you need to lose 7 lbs. and then a weekly goal could be to go to the gym 2 times and then the daily goal would be eat healthier. You just need to make right decisions and you will meet you goal. So I will tell you my goals for the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eat Healthier&lt;br /&gt;* Knit More&lt;br /&gt;* Do daily Devo's&lt;br /&gt;* Write in my journal at least 3 times a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1440811297768944575?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1440811297768944575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1440811297768944575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1440811297768944575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1440811297768944575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-goals.html' title='New Years Goals.....'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-7058911796669239173</id><published>2008-12-28T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:42:51.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a GREAT christmas!! mine was great!! I was able to spend time with family even though it was a hard christmas for us all! It was great and this year I didnt ask for anything so everything was a surprise so it was amazing! But probably one of the best parts of this Christmas actually happened a few weeks ago when Me my mom and My sis all went to the church and drove around delivering Baskets with food and toys to people :) it was the greatest feeling. The first house we went to the people I had never meet started hugging me and thanking me so much and I just almost started to cry! It was soo sweet and now I know that this is what christmas is about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now of course I dont mind the fun and presents or anything! I got a Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna Purse that is WONDERFUL!! That is one nice bag! I also got this AMAZINGLY cool Eiffel Tower lamp for my room! its wonderful! I got lots of things I dont deserve that I dont need to spend countless time telling you about! But our family now has a Wii! Which is soo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One of the presents I was most looking forward to is here now! and I'm oh so happy! Jake is here with his Girlfriend Nikki! I love having Jake here I only wish I could see him more! I'm not going to waste anymore of my time with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-7058911796669239173?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/7058911796669239173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=7058911796669239173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7058911796669239173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7058911796669239173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-9155434979804190055</id><published>2008-12-24T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:54:41.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Name</title><content type='html'>I want to wish EVERYONE a merry christmas! I'm not going to say happy holidays....cuz its not....... Its Merry Christmas because its celebrating christs birthday. Get over it! But lets get on a lighter note! I hope you all have a very merry CHRISTmas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-9155434979804190055?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/9155434979804190055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=9155434979804190055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/9155434979804190055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/9155434979804190055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-name.html' title='Just a Name'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-4331328056744388348</id><published>2008-12-20T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:15:53.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo worth it.</title><content type='html'>It payed off. All the cleaning was soo worth it. I'm having a blast. I'm going now cuz I dont wanna waste time I have with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-4331328056744388348?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/4331328056744388348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=4331328056744388348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4331328056744388348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4331328056744388348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/sooo-worth-it.html' title='sooo worth it.'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-371867177744057282</id><published>2008-12-17T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:14:36.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My pictures......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Z-331aI/AAAAAAAAABg/rNj5fmpzDAQ/s1600-h/megz+pics+601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280821753675240866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Z-331aI/AAAAAAAAABg/rNj5fmpzDAQ/s320/megz+pics+601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Zsjf3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/p4oVF4Pk-bY/s1600-h/megz+pics+606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280821748757946098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Zsjf3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/p4oVF4Pk-bY/s320/megz+pics+606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_ZWijCrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EeYixEBHjo8/s1600-h/megz+pics+567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280821742848379570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_ZWijCrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EeYixEBHjo8/s320/megz+pics+567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_ZHbE4xI/AAAAAAAAABI/iVqZSna57kM/s1600-h/megz+pics+534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280821738790511378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_ZHbE4xI/AAAAAAAAABI/iVqZSna57kM/s320/megz+pics+534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Y9nN9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/Dn7xWs_h_6A/s1600-h/Copy+of+meg+knit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280821736157082962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Y9nN9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/Dn7xWs_h_6A/s320/Copy+of+meg+knit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm into photography so I'll probably post some pics occasionaly. These are mostly older because all my new ones are on my laptop. I'll post those soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. I enjoy it. These are random some from alaska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-371867177744057282?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/371867177744057282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=371867177744057282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/371867177744057282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/371867177744057282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-pictures.html' title='My pictures......'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/SUk_Z-331aI/AAAAAAAAABg/rNj5fmpzDAQ/s72-c/megz+pics+601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-4101922900945200050</id><published>2008-12-17T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:19:09.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala Christmas Plays lalalala</title><content type='html'>Hey! well first off my day today was pretty good! Piano, then AHG christmas party ( my team won BOTH games) and then a night at home spent cleaning out the fridge which was NOT fun. ha. Well then this is where the christmas play comes in. I am the birthday present this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have to wear a big box and I have to take it to the church tomorrow night for INSPECTION and well guess what? I havent started on it. Not good. So I started on it. Well I had bought some shiny wrapping paper for it. Well it turns out its actually see through so now thats not going to work. I'm stumped I dont know what to do or another problem is how to transport it. Well I need to go to bed causeI need to be able to work on it tomorrow. Night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-4101922900945200050?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/4101922900945200050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=4101922900945200050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4101922900945200050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/4101922900945200050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/lalalala-christmas-plays-lalalala.html' title='lalalala Christmas Plays lalalala'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-860701597341711687</id><published>2008-12-15T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:35:01.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be With You</title><content type='html'>Hey!! I just wanted to share a song I fell in love with! I'm not feeling this buts its still a GREAT song..... I love lots of songs so expect probably at least a song once a week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be With You&lt;br /&gt;By: Megan Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped between these unmentionable fears&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing when this road will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to release all my meaningless tears&lt;br /&gt;Never to be seen again in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;Yeah where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;ladadaladada&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;ladadaladada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited long enough for time to change the past&lt;br /&gt;But your love's resisting     yea&lt;br /&gt;And I know it will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;ladadaladada&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;ladadaladada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check her and her sister out at melasisters.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are soo talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-860701597341711687?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/860701597341711687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=860701597341711687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/860701597341711687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/860701597341711687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-with-you_15.html' title='Be With You'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-5372873319782692125</id><published>2008-12-14T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:01:37.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>Yeah this is going to be a short post but I need sleep. I need to clean my room and do my devos. how will i get it all done. I'm ready for like 24 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-5372873319782692125?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/5372873319782692125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=5372873319782692125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5372873319782692125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5372873319782692125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1592863876736770453</id><published>2008-12-13T22:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:15:30.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for some relaxation!</title><content type='html'>Today we had the grand finally to my week full of christmas party's! The youth group party was themed this year and we were supposed to dress up in something from the night before christmas. Well let me tell you it was interesting..... We had characters like..... Soot.... Pastor Brandon in all Black..... Peddler opening his pack.... Pastor Scott...... Clatter.... Miss Sarah and Miss Leanna making way too much noise for my taste..... Ma and Pa.... Isaac and Asa VERY SCARY.... a few people in there pajamas and some reindeer..... and lets not forget my mom as The Night.... it was an interesting night to say the least! Asa won for best overall as Ma, BG won most original as a spoon " Creatures NOT stirring", and the Edwards won family overall as a chimney and stockings. The night was a blast and we laughed alot and had some good food but I'm ready for it to be over all ready. This was the fourth christmas party I've been to this week... I've just been babysitting for most but still this has been WAY to much for me. I'm worn out physically mentally and everyother way possible. Its time for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Will I get one??? probably not. Monday Christmas basket putting together. Tuesdays AHG and Visitation and piano. Wednesday lots of school and church. Thursday well if the weather permits maybe I'll go see some horses if not then maybe I'll go shopping. Friday Family gets in. Saturday Play practice and visiting family. Sunday Christmas play.  So when will it stop. I need to have a day of rest but I'm really starting to think that I'm never going to get one. wow this is going way to far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I need some time to get away... Knit some presents and things like that sleep watch movies and so on and so forth. I'm not gonna blog the rest of my night away. Devos and maybe Polar express. Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1592863876736770453?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1592863876736770453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1592863876736770453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1592863876736770453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1592863876736770453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/ready-for-some-relaxation.html' title='Ready for some relaxation!'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1750716300129932581</id><published>2008-12-12T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:26:59.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today the snow was BEAUTIFUL.... the roads werent very bad till this evening so I absolutely loved the snow. When its not dangerous is when its the best. Me and liz decided to have a snowball fight at her house and when we were finally ready to come in we where DRENCHED and very cold! It was great being able to lay there and watch the moon and Marvel that God Created all of this! wow.... its just amazing. It was soo beautiful as we layed there freezing and playing in the snow and just taking it all in! As I've said before i love snow. its great! And this year I hope we have at least ONE good snow! I'm talking like a foot... or at least 8 inches!! come on!! hahah. Well the day was great Gods hand was shown and I got some christmas shopping done  so all is well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm off to bed to do devotions still studying Phillipians 2..... Meditate on these verses I'm memorizing them this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phillipians 2:5-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    5: Let this mind be ing you, which is also in Christ Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   6: who being the form of God, thought it not robbery to be ewual with God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   7: But make himslef of no reputation and ttook upon him the form of a servant and was made in the likeness of men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  8: And being found in fashionas a man he humbled himself and become obedient unto death even the death of the cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I'll post on my study of devo's this week on Wednesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1750716300129932581?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1750716300129932581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1750716300129932581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1750716300129932581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1750716300129932581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1896713408584338083</id><published>2008-12-11T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:36:42.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow, Friends, Babysitting, and Shopping....</title><content type='html'>Well today I spent my day CLEANING sooo I could go shopping tomorrow with my bestest friend Liz. I was soo busy today I completely forgot to eat... so come 3 I was Starving!! So I attempted to eat but didnt want to eat to much because I knew I would be having dinner soon enough :). So I also had Charis over and we got to sit and knit and chat for a while whick was REALLY nice. I hate when life gets so busy you forget about the people that are there for you. So we got caught up on life and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Then I went to Liz's house to have dinner and babysit. Well the baby we were watching is no longer such a baby! She turned 1 yesterday and its pretty crazy! Arianna is one of the SWEETEST babys ever! I just love her to death! she is too cute!! She was a tad cranky tonight but Liz finally got her to sleep which was great but it was just soo precious to sit there and watch her sleep and she was snoring! it was cute! hehe!! The evening was overall great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And now I'm sitting here thinking about my day tomorrow and Katie keeps coming and reminding me that it is snowing outside. I love snow. Really I do... No lie. I hate the cold unless its snowing then I'm perfectly content with it.  But on weeks when I have a lot to do I'd rather it not snow for my and others safety. So all please be safe if you go out in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So tomorrow I'm really hoping it doesnt snow because I'm going SHOPPING!! yay! I'm really excited and I really do need to get lots of shopping done because I havent shopped for anyone yet! not good! hehe so hopefully I can check off some people off of my lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now I'm gonna go get ready for bed and do my devotions. I'm studying Philipians 2. I'll post more on that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Night all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 2 weeks and counting till CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1896713408584338083?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1896713408584338083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1896713408584338083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1896713408584338083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1896713408584338083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-friends-babysitting-and-shopping.html' title='Snow, Friends, Babysitting, and Shopping....'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-2364832404328443269</id><published>2008-12-10T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:08:36.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawl-Collered Jacket</title><content type='html'>I have been working on a shawl-collered jacket for a family friends new baby for a few months. Well its not that I have been working on it that long its just I got almost all of it completed in a few weeks but I would hit some bumps like the book being due at the library and running out of yarn. So I was planning on giving it to him for christmas because I knew it would be to big for a while. Well I have the pattern again and I found the sleeve I was working on and lost... hah. So now I'm starting to work on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The pattern wasnt too difficult and now I'm really excited because if I finish this it will be my first sweater ever! ( who cares if its miniature its still a sweater ) So I'll post pics as soon as I'm done which will hopefully be within the next week! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-2364832404328443269?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/2364832404328443269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=2364832404328443269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2364832404328443269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/2364832404328443269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/shawl-collered-jacket.html' title='Shawl-Collered Jacket'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1837898496592552571</id><published>2008-12-09T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:34.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Without Love ..... NOT</title><content type='html'>Ok well as I was sitting around checking my facebook this morning I noticed that a friend had posted a note about Calling in Gay. Heres What it Says.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By. Reagan Hale&lt;br /&gt;his wednesday, the lgbt (lesbian, gay, bi, transgender) community will call in to work- gay (instead of sick)...read this website, it's pretty short.. then see why i'm more bewildered than anything.. &lt;a onmousedown="'return" href="http://daywithoutagay.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://daywithoutagay.org/&lt;/a&gt;"A day without gays would be tragic because it would be a day without love."their whole goal that day is to supposedly "fight the H8 with love"... alot of this hate that they're coming up with is self-created. they are the ones labeling the rest of heterosexual america as those who don't know how to show compassion or possess sensitivity! i do care about the individual lives of those in the lgbt community, but that doesn't mean i have to accept their lifestyle! "If you live in one of the 30 states where individuals can still be fired simply for being gay or lesbian, there are still plenty of ways that you can lend a hand and a voice in our fight for gay equality--without missing work."this is just pretty bizarre thinking. hello.. they aren't firing you, because you are gay; they're firing you, because you skipped work. the sad thing is, the other 20 states won't even fire you for skipping work, because it will look like it's done out of hate for gay people. hmm.. ok.. again, i do not hate gays or any of the like. but their efforts to make a difference or make a statement or get their way never seem to collect the respect they were hoping. if all the moral issues were non-existent or overlooked for a second, and the lgbt community was viewed as maybe like a political party, i still would not support them.i don't understand how they think throwing away a day of work makes their group stronger in america. listen here. most americans value their job and many are praying for one right now. for them to "call in gay" to make some statement is like smacking the laid off workers in the face! ok maybe i'm reading way too into this... but it confuses me, upsets me, makes me wonder why..pretty sure if i called in straight, i would be without a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website. Its ridiculous. Its not that I hate Gay people but this is not right.  I agree with what reagan has written here completely. just think about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1837898496592552571?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1837898496592552571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1837898496592552571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1837898496592552571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1837898496592552571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-without-love-not.html' title='A Day Without Love ..... NOT'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-5939930387675692732</id><published>2008-12-08T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:58:50.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busy Christmas time</title><content type='html'>Well Today is the start of one of the busy weeks for me EVER! Tonight I have babysitting for womens ministry meeting. Tomorrow Ariannas 1st Birthday Party. Wednesday Church and play practice. Thursday Horses or babysitting. Friday oh wait maybe more babysitting. Saturday Teen Christmas party. Sunday church and then I start all over again. So hopefully I'll be able to get through school!! hah... Have a great week folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-5939930387675692732?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/5939930387675692732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=5939930387675692732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5939930387675692732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/5939930387675692732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-christmas-time.html' title='The Busy Christmas time'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-7474705612431700971</id><published>2008-12-08T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:59:36.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions Trip</title><content type='html'>Well our Church youth group is planning a missions trip to Rome, Italy next year. The way it is decided who gets to go is through a point system. Its like if for each day you do you devotions its 50 points and Each church service you attend is a certain ammount of points. You have to have 75% of the possible points to attend. Well as of last night I only have 52% of the possible points. That was SOO depressing! So now I'm working extra hard to be able to exceed the 75% and be able to go on the missions trip! So please pray for me and the missions team. It will take alot of commitment and prayer to make this missions trip work! Thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-7474705612431700971?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/7474705612431700971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=7474705612431700971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7474705612431700971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/7474705612431700971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/missions-trip.html' title='Missions Trip'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116280781428205519.post-1852282519234657764</id><published>2008-12-08T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:51:30.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog!</title><content type='html'>ok so I have a blog and I'm very excited about it!! this is pretty much going to be about me.... My life as a Homeschooled Teen..... and so on and so forth!! I'll also include pictures and stuff!! so keep coming back!!!! I'll post more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116280781428205519-1852282519234657764?l=justmeg94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/feeds/1852282519234657764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116280781428205519&amp;postID=1852282519234657764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1852282519234657764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116280781428205519/posts/default/1852282519234657764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeg94.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog!'/><author><name>Megan Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07029400807040853937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JcBK2lFS1A/TFYjxcLpioI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKQyLEjtF5g/S220/megan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
