<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627</id><updated>2009-11-23T21:10:48.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you follow my thoughts?</title><subtitle type='html'>Because apparently it is very hard.  It is also hard to follow my speech.  My hope is that this blog will give people a little bit of insight into how my mind works (very spatially).  Enjoy!  And comment if you visit, so I know who is leaving love!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-96653673495336020</id><published>2007-04-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:26.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nobody seems to read my blog. So does it really matter? haha I am still not sure, but I liked getting out my thoughts on the page, so I will continue. Or maybe, restart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have been thinking about is my job. For so long I ran away from construction. I never wanted to be stressed out and upset like my mom. She always seemed to have a tough time in the construction world, not because she was not good, but because small business construction is very hard. Well now I am working in the estimating department at Matich and actually liking it. My boss wants to prepare me so that I can go on and do this in the future, maybe for McNely, but I am still a little wary. And I always look down on people who stay in Redlands after graduation. Well not everyone, but the people who stay on campus and just do not want to leave. Guess who is staying in Redlands now? haha God is slowly teaching me humility. And I was going to leave praxis the second I was done with college... guess who is staying in Praxis on leadership? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I never knew how much working at McNely would train me for the real world. Here are some of the things I did while there: record retention (throwing away a lot of old junk), shredding (tons and tons, we are talking 8 large trash bags a week), scanning and printing plan sets, delivering plans. And here I have started a little shredding (mostly when the grandson hasn't come in recently). And yesterday, I did some plan copying. Their machine is very very old (okay like 5 years is old for plan scanners) compared to the one at MCC. But I was laughing as I looked copied the plans, because I thought I had gotten away from that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this post I will begin pictures of the day... again.... or maybe just a few pictures for today! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NirnF6CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/du3uFwSnXDo/s1600-h/Easter07-028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052561090173855778" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NirnF6CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/du3uFwSnXDo/s200/Easter07-028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052560411569022978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5M7LnF6AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ygyGKXY5HUg/s200/abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052561188958103602" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NobnF6DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C6up0jndwdU/s200/me+%26+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos taken by Emily Atwood, best cuzzo ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-96653673495336020?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/96653673495336020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=96653673495336020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/96653673495336020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/96653673495336020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rh5NirnF6CI/AAAAAAAAAAc/du3uFwSnXDo/s72-c/Easter07-028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5997062031336053986</id><published>2007-04-17T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this picture</title><content type='html'>is just for you, Lauren.  It is also the only reason that I updated tonight.  Finals are driving me crazy, and I do not have much time to post, but I am trying to be more interactive for my audience (right, Em?)  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone else, I would like to point out that Lauren isn't actually using her crutches, I had to! haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RiW9pdyeU6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hMtCzURG2oY/s1600-h/cosmic+bowling+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RiW9pdyeU6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hMtCzURG2oY/s320/cosmic+bowling+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054654676861866914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5997062031336053986?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5997062031336053986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5997062031336053986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5997062031336053986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5997062031336053986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-picture.html' title='this picture'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RiW9pdyeU6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hMtCzURG2oY/s72-c/cosmic+bowling+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7634664243312349168</id><published>2007-04-25T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>it feels the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a month left of college.... a month left of high school. i feel very very similar to what I felt then... ready to move on. And without my friends. This weekend was a big reminder of that. All of my friends spent the whole weekend in Laughlin wasted... I lounged by the pool, had the occasional drink, and went to bed relatively early (okay, 10 the first night and 1 the second). It makes me sad, that I am just kind of done with it. But at the same time, I am ready for the "real world." To work and live on my own and save money (that is going to be hard with rent tho) to buy a house, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am sad because some of my friends seem like they have these wonderful jobs lined up for right after college, we are talking $60 thousand a year. I will hopefully make a third of that, unless I get a raise. But yeah, it just makes me feel like I really do not have that much to look forward to, except being in an office from 7 to 4 and going to bed at 10 every night. Well, I am sure it will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you were just ready to be done with something and your friends were all stuck in the past? (let's be real, it's not my freshman year of college, it is time to take some responsibility for our lives...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and here are some pictures from my  "surprise" birthday party last weekend.  Me and my Matthew.  And then my good friend Jenna and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oom1GlmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5wpsSw_PHA/s1600-h/me+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057417734829545058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oom1GlmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5wpsSw_PHA/s200/me+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oum1GlnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ioUv6fsYJM/s1600-h/me+jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oum1GlnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ioUv6fsYJM/s1600-h/me+jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057417837908760178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oum1GlnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ioUv6fsYJM/s200/me+jenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7634664243312349168?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7634664243312349168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7634664243312349168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7634664243312349168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7634664243312349168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-feels-same.html' title='it feels the same'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Ri-Oom1GlmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5wpsSw_PHA/s72-c/me+matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5354335170430358786</id><published>2007-05-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am pretty sure that the reason I cannot keep close friends is not them... but me.  I am a screw up.  I do not know why, but basically, I do not have best friends.  I get close to someone for 6 months or so, but then we slowly stop hanging out as much. I am not sure if there is anyone who would call me one of their really close friends (Em you are the exception)... like I can think of 4 or 5 people to include in my wedding party... but who would choose me?  sad to think about.  Em, you are still my maid (or Matron) of honor... whenever i get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  A depressing post needs to end with a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjgqXm1GloI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzajWEKnwr4/s1600-h/eday-bday+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjgqXm1GloI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzajWEKnwr4/s200/eday-bday+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059840766399387266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5354335170430358786?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5354335170430358786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5354335170430358786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5354335170430358786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5354335170430358786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-i-am-pretty-sure-that-reason-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjgqXm1GloI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzajWEKnwr4/s72-c/eday-bday+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-3057508235142718230</id><published>2007-05-02T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are much better now... I should remember not to post when I am upset! But I did not know what else to do, I wanted to write out a muted version of what was going on in my head.  I ended up calling Sarah, my best friend from high school, now a good friend, and we talked for an hour.  We spent a long time discussing everything in her life before talking about me, and I felt good about it.  I did not feel used or underappreciated, like I did earlier.  Sarah and I talked about how we are similar in the best friends area.  But that people change and their lives move on.  So  it is inevitable that you do not stay best friends forever.  It is just weird because I saw others (Lisa, Kelley, Brenna) stay really close with friends from home, and I never had that.  But I am becoming more okay with that.  I have a bunch of friends who I could call at a moment's notice and they would have my back.   I am okay with that too, I like having different groups of friends and different people to call at different times.  I realized I have one best friend though, Matt.  And that is what he should be, boyfriend and best friend.  If everyone else in the world bailed on me and dissappointed me, I know he is there.  I do like that a lot.  He is wonderful... and here is another picture....  How wonderful is my Matthew?  He will make a good  Dad someday to some lucky kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjkBs21GlpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ea1j69nasC4/s1600-h/eday-bday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjkBs21GlpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ea1j69nasC4/s320/eday-bday+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060077526471579282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-3057508235142718230?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/3057508235142718230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=3057508235142718230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/3057508235142718230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/3057508235142718230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-are-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RjkBs21GlpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ea1j69nasC4/s72-c/eday-bday+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5231250591952239305</id><published>2007-05-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt proposed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To Emily that is... her boyfriend Matt. Not mine. This is the mean practical joke that I played for about 5 hours and tricked about 20 people. Oh I love the world of facebook and instant messenger. Although I felt like a jerk once I got tons of congratulations (for the future, you say best wishes to the bride, congrats to the groom). But yes. I did trick some people. But someday, I am pretty sure I will be able to say Matt proposed and be talking about mine. And then life will be confusing, 2 Matts in the family! It is a good thing I call mine Matthew, half of the time. Matt #1 (in order of appearance, only) goes by Matt all the time. Mine can go back and forth. haha But trying to split checks at a restaurant is confusing too. They have to write their full names, because Matt does not suffice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all, I am really excited for Emily. And she tried to tell my mom that her wedding colors would be bright yellow and green. So the dresses could double as A's attire. Mean Emily, very mean. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Picture...  this is an angry baby Megan.  And yes, I look kinda like a boy in this picture.  Deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065553648156223058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rkx2NF0JJlI/AAAAAAAAABU/QP91ScXYZ9k/s320/angry+baby+megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5231250591952239305?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5231250591952239305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5231250591952239305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5231250591952239305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5231250591952239305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/matt-proposed.html' title='Matt proposed!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rkx2NF0JJlI/AAAAAAAAABU/QP91ScXYZ9k/s72-c/angry+baby+megan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-323955223652616499</id><published>2007-05-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new computer.  It has cool new thingies.  Like I can make comics.  How to upload them here, I have no idea, but this is a shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rl0Awl0JJmI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOCRnCgHVWI/s1600-h/grad+comic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rl0Awl0JJmI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOCRnCgHVWI/s400/grad+comic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070209590273582690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-323955223652616499?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/323955223652616499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=323955223652616499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/323955223652616499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/323955223652616499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-new-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rl0Awl0JJmI/AAAAAAAAABc/GOCRnCgHVWI/s72-c/grad+comic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1299170141825350856</id><published>2007-06-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:25.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in 2.0 hours</title><content type='html'>I will be done with Res Life.  For ever!  So glad!  Well, maybe not forever (I may go crazy and think I miss it and sign up for a job at a NEW school).  But I am done at the u of r at least.  haha  So happy about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have gotten into hockey.  I found myself reading an article about Pronger being suspended from tonight's game (apparently elbows to the face are bad... it's not his fault that his elbows are so much higher than everyone else's) and then texting him about it.  As much as I talk through the game, I actually like watching it.  And live games are so much fun!  Anyone else like hockey?  I know it's not A's baseball.  But it is not our fault that the Sharks are not very good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it is me in front of Fairmont... the end... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RmRC4F0JJnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ooF-qCmIqnc/s1600-h/me++fairmont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RmRC4F0JJnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ooF-qCmIqnc/s400/me++fairmont.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072252611727009394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1299170141825350856?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1299170141825350856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1299170141825350856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1299170141825350856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1299170141825350856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-20-hours.html' title='in 2.0 hours'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RmRC4F0JJnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ooF-qCmIqnc/s72-c/me++fairmont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5271519519081475949</id><published>2007-06-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:24.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!!</title><content type='html'>The wonderful and amazing Daniel Medina is now into photography.  Matthew and I were the objects of choice during the Ducks game on Monday night... here are some of the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc65gdJI1I/AAAAAAAAABs/C7p-WN_kYKA/s1600-h/n719911540_104149_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc65gdJI1I/AAAAAAAAABs/C7p-WN_kYKA/s200/n719911540_104149_3320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088264895275858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7DwdJI2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/L-O069_nbKs/s1600-h/n719911540_104159_5572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7DwdJI2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/L-O069_nbKs/s200/n719911540_104159_5572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088440988935010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7LwdJI3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SSxaXWBpmhw/s1600-h/n719911540_104160_5798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7LwdJI3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SSxaXWBpmhw/s200/n719911540_104160_5798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088578427888498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7YAdJI4I/AAAAAAAAACE/L-uzrFYq58g/s1600-h/n719911540_104161_6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc7YAdJI4I/AAAAAAAAACE/L-uzrFYq58g/s320/n719911540_104161_6024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073088788881286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5271519519081475949?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5271519519081475949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5271519519081475949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5271519519081475949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5271519519081475949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures.html' title='pictures!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/Rmc65gdJI1I/AAAAAAAAABs/C7p-WN_kYKA/s72-c/n719911540_104149_3320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-9147560691317074063</id><published>2007-06-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tap water</title><content type='html'>I grew up drinking tap water daily.  There was no such thing as a brita filter in my house, or anyone i was related to, for that matter.  Some people in San Leandro had the filtered water in their fridge, but it was mostly for ice and the cold factor.  I loved EBMUD (East Bay Municipal Utilities District) water, apparently it is one of the best quality waters in... umm... everywhere!?  I also drank the water at the University of Redlands.  While it was not fantastic, I was not a sucker who used Brita pitchers and paid high bucks for bottles (unless using debit dollars, because then it was practically free).  But last night I got a nice glass of tap from the bathroom sink, drank about half of it, and then spat out the disgusting taste in my mouth.  Redlands water on this side of town is disgusting.  I am now a Brita user (mostly because D bought a Brita) and I greatly miss San Leandro water.  Stupid Redlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came to visit the bay, and the good tap water, a few weekends ago.  Here are a few pictures.  First is our best impression of a seal face, while watching the seals off of Pier 39.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIAQdJI7I/AAAAAAAAACk/oR7hSg5LG8I/s1600-h/n46000227_30683752_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIAQdJI7I/AAAAAAAAACk/oR7hSg5LG8I/s200/n46000227_30683752_4095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078239592835523506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have a lovely display of taffy love, I still have a few pieces left, which get me through the workday and remind me of my beautiful city by the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIOgdJI8I/AAAAAAAAACs/cneYFNjrdl4/s1600-h/n46000227_30683755_4818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIOgdJI8I/AAAAAAAAACs/cneYFNjrdl4/s200/n46000227_30683755_4818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078239837648659394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly a funny picture of us as we walked down from the presidio viewpoint of the Golden Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIgQdJI9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ExvoJpRJvVM/s1600-h/n46000227_30683777_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIgQdJI9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ExvoJpRJvVM/s320/n46000227_30683777_165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078240142591337426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-9147560691317074063?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/9147560691317074063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=9147560691317074063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9147560691317074063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/9147560691317074063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/tap-water.html' title='tap water'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RnmIAQdJI7I/AAAAAAAAACk/oR7hSg5LG8I/s72-c/n46000227_30683752_4095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-8100043729345962489</id><published>2007-06-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:23.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemonade'/><title type='text'>lemonade</title><content type='html'>Remember those days of selling lemonade in your front yard?  Emliy and Davis and I (and sometimes neighborhood friends) can look back fondly on those days. With a lemon tree in the front yard, we always knew we could make a quick buck by selling some lemonade.  One of my favorite memories is when the firefighters stopped by, they had just put out a fire and were thirsty, so they stopped by our stand.  We gave them big servings with lots of ice, because we were in awe that a real fire truck had stopped in front of OUR house for lemonade.  One of our neighbors ran down the street with freshly made jam (we are talking so fresh she had to wear oven mitts to carry it down the street) for them.  They gave us a five as they left and we were shocked.  That day of childhood wonder will always remain dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember using 10 or 12 ounce paper cups and selling the lemonade in them for about 25 cents.  Apparently those days are long gone.  I saw some girls, about twelve years old, selling "crystal light and soda" outside their house the other day. I pulled over to get some and realized they were charging a dollar.  Seriously?  A whole dollar?  It was good if we made a few of those in a day.  But by pulling over I had committed and did not want to leave without buying some.  So I got a up of Crystal Light.  When they handed me the cup I was shocked, there was about 6 ounces in that little plastic cup.  I swallowed it in a matter of seconds. At least it was cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject.  I was looking through Magnum's photos that changed the world and came across a feature on Taiwanese brides.  What is interesting about these brides is that they have these things called wedding albums.  They will take hundreds of pictures in multiple wedding dresses, with their fiances, months before the wedding.  They then create and album for the house and have great pictures to show off at the wedding.  But the biggest thing is a HUGE picture above the couples' marriage bed.  These photos become and obsession and parents will spend thousands so that their daughter will have the best album.  In this collection of photos, I found this intersting picture.  Which showcases another aspect of Taiwanese weddings, the city will put on group weddings so multiple people can get married at once.  Weird, right?  Well they spent all of their money on pictures, so they cannot pay for a wedding! haha  But this picture is a bride who is seasick on her group wedding aboard a boat.  How sad.  I am not sure who took the picture, but it check out &lt;a href="http://todayspictures.slate.com/20070619/?GT1=10135"&gt;Magnum photos&lt;/a&gt;.  Here is the one I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RoKYbYEVB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GI5TJ5_tELU/s1600-h/NYC10478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RoKYbYEVB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GI5TJ5_tELU/s320/NYC10478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080790925711837170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-8100043729345962489?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/8100043729345962489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=8100043729345962489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/8100043729345962489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/8100043729345962489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/06/lemonade.html' title='lemonade'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RoKYbYEVB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GI5TJ5_tELU/s72-c/NYC10478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2128058976989480139</id><published>2007-07-10T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:23.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Emily send me this photo of a cute little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RpPK7IEVCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4j6yzh8OAnc/s1600-h/0,,5561546,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RpPK7IEVCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4j6yzh8OAnc/s320/0,,5561546,00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085631521358153730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is adorable, Matt (West, the fiance, not the boyfriend) thinks it is ugly.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2128058976989480139?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2128058976989480139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2128058976989480139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2128058976989480139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2128058976989480139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-emily-send-me-this-photo-of-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RpPK7IEVCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4j6yzh8OAnc/s72-c/0,,5561546,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6719482403988828032</id><published>2007-09-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:23.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm engaged</title><content type='html'>For reals this time.  and it feels great!  Many of you want to know the story... so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I were supposed to go to Disneyland last night, so he was picking me up from work at 4.  Around 3 45 he text messages me and says he is running late and it has been "one of those days".  I say okay and for him just to call me when he gets here.  He does, only 5 minutes late,  but looks at me and says "You will not believe this, I lost my Disneyland pass."  I just laughed and told him i had it in my purse, where he left it.  He seemed releived.  But then opened the center console to get his wallet out and realized he left it at home.  At this point I am just kinda laughing and realizing we probably won't make it to disneyland.  About halfway to his house, he says "I am so stressed, today was just terrible, I need to go sit and breathe, we are going to a park."  I agree and just sit in the car and wait for him to calm down as we get to prospect park.  He opens my door and gets me out, where i see the in n out and picnic  things in his toolbox!  that sneaky guy!  I look at  him and say "We aren't going to disneyland, are we?"  He laughs and says no.  As we sit down on the picnic blanket, he gives me a book that he made for me.  It was pictures of us from before we dated, all through our relationship, and the next to last page was pictures of us at prospect park.  I turn the page to read "Megan, will you marry me?"  I look at him and start crying, as he is on one knee with the ring.  Of course I agreed.  After we spent some time together, and finally got to say i love you, we made the phone calls.  Then we showed up at Praxis, right at the end, and I went to the mic and said "I have one more announcement, and it's this..."  and pointed at the ring.  Everyone cheered and was way stoked for us.  Then Mark prayed for us.  All in all, a wonderful day &amp;amp; night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting the camera a few minutes after... so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqFY9bqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Et9ZLLxcixE/s1600-h/mexico+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqFY9bqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Et9ZLLxcixE/s320/mexico+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296584578428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the Ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqlY9brI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QdTn0anLEgc/s1600-h/mexico+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqlY9brI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QdTn0anLEgc/s320/mexico+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296593168363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGr1Y9bsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZTZKWU7t0Vs/s1600-h/mexico+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGr1Y9bsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZTZKWU7t0Vs/s320/mexico+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296614643199682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally uncorking the Champagne&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGsVY9btI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DNhPG9T3WXg/s1600-h/mexico+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGsVY9btI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DNhPG9T3WXg/s320/mexico+258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296623233134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6719482403988828032?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6719482403988828032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6719482403988828032&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6719482403988828032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6719482403988828032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m engaged'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RvKGqFY9bqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Et9ZLLxcixE/s72-c/mexico+249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6401637876044294502</id><published>2007-10-31T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:22.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found Nemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RyjlCBlSKUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zn_dFOHGJE0/s1600-h/foudn+nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RyjlCBlSKUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zn_dFOHGJE0/s400/foudn+nemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127599998708623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I thought that was rather funny.  Anyways, tonight I will be re-donning the mermaid costume.  Hard to believe, I know.  It has been almost 3 years since I last wore the lovely skirt.  i was trying to find pictures online, but thankfully there are none around, since facebook was after that!  haha  anyways, I have revamped the costume (a few layers of green sequins) and am wearing a green tank top instead of the blue bikini.  For some reason I just did not feel like that was appropriate for Halloween Happenin at the church.  haha  My booth is going to be Toss nemo.  Kids will throw Nemo (and friends) into a fishtank and get candy!  yay!  Maybe more pictures to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6401637876044294502?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6401637876044294502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6401637876044294502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6401637876044294502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6401637876044294502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-found-nemo.html' title='I found Nemo'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/RyjlCBlSKUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zn_dFOHGJE0/s72-c/foudn+nemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-4551063912967384393</id><published>2008-02-07T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:22.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too long!</title><content type='html'>So basically, Christmas came and I got busy.  And haven't had a chance to post in over a month. On the bright side, I will show some pictures of what is keeping me busy!  A few days before Christmas, Emily and I planned a trip to the Zoo to feed the giraffes.  Papa set this up for us for Dan's birthday about 12 years ago.  We thought it would be a fun way to remember him and something he would enjoy watching us do from above.  Mama and Claire got each "family" (new and old) an animal ornament, by which we can remember the day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s2ZG2811I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E9icjLpZkew/s1600-h/xmas07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s2ZG2811I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E9icjLpZkew/s320/xmas07+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164281202676127570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, a few weeks before, we went on a trip to Disneyland with my parents for the day. This was a memorable day indeed.  Just ask my Dad about dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEoW2819I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fDbrr3bIMF4/s1600-h/random+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEoW2819I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fDbrr3bIMF4/s400/random+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296857831921618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEp2281-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2zj-AjT09Jc/s1600-h/random+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEp2281-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2zj-AjT09Jc/s400/random+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296883601725410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Christmas as a Koenig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEqG281_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/arcYAmKl6u0/s1600-h/random+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tEqG281_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/arcYAmKl6u0/s400/random+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296887896692722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davis looks redic. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And while we were up North, Joel took our engagement pictures.  They are all so wonderful!  To check out the whole slideshow, visit www.clients.joelflory.com/mattandmegan Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9JG2814I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hUyWms--L9s/s1600-h/MMENG0132E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9JG2814I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hUyWms--L9s/s400/MMENG0132E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288624379615106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9J22815I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wskPeU2qy44/s1600-h/MMENG0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9J22815I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wskPeU2qy44/s400/MMENG0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288637264517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9LG2816I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ByRtd1H0yro/s1600-h/MMENG0477E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9LG2816I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ByRtd1H0yro/s400/MMENG0477E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288658739353506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9M22817I/AAAAAAAAAFU/edKoJ7XnC7M/s1600-h/MMENG0512E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9M22817I/AAAAAAAAAFU/edKoJ7XnC7M/s400/MMENG0512E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288688804124594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9N22818I/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-fxiw7ZcKs/s1600-h/MMENG0757E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s9N22818I/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-fxiw7ZcKs/s400/MMENG0757E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164288705983993794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing... another couple has joined us in the ranks of the engaged, as of Superbowl Sunday.... the best halftime show ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFcm282AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ODgHPt-bxVk/s1600-h/engaged+couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFcm282AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ODgHPt-bxVk/s400/engaged+couples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164297755480086530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_b6I0CRuwc/s1600-h/n1404300063_30014647_5103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t_b6I0CRuwc/s400/n1404300063_30014647_5103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164297759775053842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HhnQ-AGd5XQ/s1600-h/blomg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6tFc2282CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HhnQ-AGd5XQ/s400/blomg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164297759775053858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I am done posting pictures, as I am sure you are tired of looking at them!  Hopefully I will post again with a funny story about Matt's bachelor party, if I remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-4551063912967384393?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/4551063912967384393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=4551063912967384393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4551063912967384393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4551063912967384393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-too-long.html' title='Way too long!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R6s2ZG2811I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E9icjLpZkew/s72-c/xmas07+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7998680700316491716</id><published>2008-02-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:53:20.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>I just remembered that I never posted my story about Matt's bachelor party.  So anyways, I had been in on the thing for a long time, Kenny was taking him paintballing.  All of his groomsmen (minus my bro, stupid baseball. haha jk davis) were going.  So the night before, I had this crazy dream that all of these girls kept showing up.  and I wasn't allowed to be there.  But finally I started yelling and throwing a fit.  I believe I was yelling "Girls can't go to a bachelor party unless they are stripping, and he isn't having any strippers.  auughhghh"  haha  I remember flailing around.  I woke up in a sweat and then just laughed.  Ironically, 2 girls ended up going to his bachelor party at the end (I was livid) and they weren't stripping.  They mostly went because they played pool at one girl's house.  But yeah, so Lindsey and I were talking the next night.  And apparently I was really flailing around and yelling, because I woke her up (which is like impossible) and made her think there was an earthquake.  Oh top bunks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at day 10 in the wedding countdown.  It's so close I can taste it.  Yet, I still don't feel like I'm a bride.  Everything just feels normal.  But everyone keeps commenting that I'm not stressed out or crazy bridezilla, so that's good.  Hopefully I can keep it calm for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few picture to get you through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WXMGWoTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/liXRpbv0pzE/s1600-h/shower4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WXMGWoTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/liXRpbv0pzE/s400/shower4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171705981224635634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Em and Katie at the shower up North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WW8GWoTOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xNmpZ3AZW1Y/s1600-h/shower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WW8GWoTOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xNmpZ3AZW1Y/s400/shower+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171705706346728674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my rehearsal ribbon bouquet and boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7998680700316491716?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7998680700316491716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7998680700316491716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7998680700316491716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7998680700316491716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrsJ2hq66tU/R8WXMGWoTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/liXRpbv0pzE/s72-c/shower4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1870834520687593172</id><published>2008-04-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:41:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>check out our&lt;a href="http://nadaletfam.blogspot.com"&gt; new blog...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting here anymore, so check there to keep updated on my life (and Matt's too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1870834520687593172?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1870834520687593172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1870834520687593172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1870834520687593172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1870834520687593172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-2281291741809018199</id><published>2007-12-19T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:01:15.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so it has been a month and a half since I posted</title><content type='html'>It probably has something to do with the fact that my life has been really busy.  Wedding plans were driving me crazy for awhile,  and holidays are always hectic.  My apologies to any devoted readers (I do not think there are many of you, so it is okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is tomorrow.  Well, Christmas with the Nadalets, that is.  We are having turkey dinner and opening gifts.  I am pretty excited about it.  But trying to keep out any preconceived notions of Christmas out.  My family is rampant with traditions, way more than the average family. So anything less than that is hard for me.  But I know these changes are a good thing, as Matthew and I make our new life together.  Next year we plan on starting our own  traditions, it will be easier once we are living together.  So, tomorrow will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we may have found an apartment. I mean, this place is great and only 850 a month, near downtown Redlands.  Two bedrooms and two bathrooms.  But a dozen people have seen the place already, so we have no idea where we stand in the matter.  Please join us in praying that we can get this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always said I love earthquakes. I just think they are cool.  I think I need to make an addendum to that statement.  I love earthquakes that are not life threatening, and not when i am in the top bunk!  haha  Last night there was a tiny earthquake that woke me up.  And I laid in bed thinking, okay was that it, or is there more to come??  Because I know that the aftershocks are worse (I don't think this one was even big enough to have aftershocks).  I had a plan in mind,  if there are more quakes, jump down onto lindsey's bed and wake her up (this would require actually jumping on her and maybe slapping her in the face haha) and then get in the doorway.  If D doesn't get out, then open her door and yell.  Thankfully there  were no more vibrations and I fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if it wasn't bad enough that Britney was a mom, she is now an aunt. &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=ee993dc5-0c02-4111-8395-a2ea50502c3a&amp;amp;entry=index&amp;amp;sid=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;amp;utm_campaign=rss_topstories"&gt; Her 16 year old sister is having a baby.&lt;/a&gt;  Sixteen!  I mean, I was talking to people last weekend about how girls as young as 13 or 14 are getting pregnant now. But it is usually girls from low income families who have not learned about birth control. No one can tell me that Jamie Lynn is low income, and how could she not have learned about birth control.  One good thing, since she has gone public about it, I doubt she will abort it.  Usually people don't make headlines about a baby if they are aborting it.  The article says she plans on raising it.  I think she should give it up for adoption, but who am I to tell her what to do?  If she keeps this baby, I doubt her career will go anywhere.  That or her 16 year old boyfriend will be famous, for being her baby's daddy.  (kevin federline anyone?)  And don't you have to be 18 to have sex, legally?  Just a thought.  (I mean, how do they prosecute that, both were underage and consenting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=ee993dc5-0c02-4111-8395-a2ea50502c3a&amp;amp;entry=index&amp;amp;sid=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;amp;utm_campaign=rss_topstories"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-2281291741809018199?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/2281291741809018199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=2281291741809018199&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2281291741809018199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/2281291741809018199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-so-it-has-been-month-and-half.html' title='Yeah so it has been a month and a half since I posted'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-287655827267001999</id><published>2007-10-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:06:12.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life of Faith</title><content type='html'>That is what my grandfather lived.  Papa was a man that so many people looked to for wisdom and guidance.  And his funeral showed just that.  There were 300 to 400 people at his funeral, and many of them under 50. This is a lot for someone who died at 78.  By the time most older people are buried, only a few of their friends are left, and family.  So they have rather small funerals.  But I think the sheer amount of people that came to give condolences shows the great man that my Papa was. He gave up so much of his time and money to others, that I do not know how he managed to raise such a wonderful family.  It seems like something should have fallen to the wayside, family, friends, work, extra stuff.  But it did not.  Five different people shared about ways that Warren lived his life.   He practically built the Oakland Zoo.  He was on the board at Bethany College for many years. He was dedicated to his work and had more integrity and respect than anyone I know.  He gave up many hours to his church and spent many years teaching a Sunday School class, he let the men in Teen Challenge know that they could change and be a new creation.  But most of all, he loved his family.  He left us a legacy of faith that not many people have.  Three children and their spouses, 7 grandchildren and three fiances, and his beautiful wife.  We all have a faith that is real, a relationship with the Lord that is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service on Monday was a true inspiration.  Papa was a man that lived well.  I want to be able to honor him and live my life that well.  To inspire so many people.  And to touch so many lives.  To hear his nephew cry about how he sent money to get him books for college (with no strings attached) was so incredibly touching.  In a society where we are so stingy with money and want to make ourselves the best, he gave fully to others.  And still provided for his family and had a beautiful house!  i want to know how he balanced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing my Papa did that Matthew and I have been doing for the past year or so is nightly prayer.  Every night we pray before one of us (whoever goes to bed sooner) goes to sleep.  When we get married I plan on continuing that. But also, starting my day with prayer, just as Papa and Mama did.  I know that no matter what was going on, I had at least one prayer going up for me daily.  That is what makes  a marriage work and starts a day off right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-287655827267001999?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/287655827267001999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=287655827267001999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/287655827267001999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/287655827267001999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-of-faith.html' title='A Life of Faith'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1968124839069831417</id><published>2007-10-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:14:00.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love with ebay</title><content type='html'>I have just found the plethora of wedding supplies.  and for less!  tulle, petals, tiaras, you name it!  Many of my bridesmaids have found there dresses there (I am totally down for it, I felt kinda bad because I picked an expensive dress anyways).  But yeah, ebay has vendors with estores, and I can get stuff for so cheap.  I am now excited, because it looks affordable!  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1968124839069831417?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1968124839069831417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1968124839069831417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1968124839069831417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1968124839069831417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-love-with-ebay.html' title='in love with ebay'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-4442033538243244688</id><published>2007-09-28T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:18:18.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>So I am very excited about the new season of the Office.   Matthew and I watched the new episodes with Allison and Monet last night.  The first 2 episodes were great, and elicted lots of great reactions.  WARNING HERE, I will discuss what happened... so stop reading if you haven't watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Michael hit Meredith we all gasped, then rewound the tivo to watch it again.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pam pulled over, hid, and let Jim in the car and they kissed... Allison and I screamed a little shout of joy.  So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of episode 1, Monet said, to make Allison and I upset about the Jim/Jan thing... "Guys, it is not going to work.. What happened to Dawson and Joey (I didn't like them anyways)?  Didn't work out.  What about Buffy and Angel?  didn't work out because he started killing everyone she loved"  Emily eloquently said what I wanted to... check out emilyatwood.com/blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;"Dear NBC/the Office Writers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a fairly new die-hard fan of The Office, I have but one request. Please don’t let Jim and Pam’s relationship suffer the same fate at Dawson and Joey. You see, the following seasons of that show no longer had the necessary plot tension and intrigue to make it interesting. Well, interesting to buy beyond the DVDs beyond season three. I hope to, in the future, be buying a boxed set of The Office DVDs that puts the Friends DVDs to shame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your eternal fan,&lt;br /&gt;Emily"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-4442033538243244688?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/4442033538243244688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=4442033538243244688&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4442033538243244688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/4442033538243244688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-5003526464960656800</id><published>2007-09-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:04:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutsch 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ring Ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello this is the LA Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Die Zeitung?  Hast du die Zeitung auf Deutsch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Um maam do you speak english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein!  Ich bin Deutsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is there anyone in your house the speaks English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein!  Wir komme nach Deutschland und wir sprecht only Deutsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do you under stand me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein.  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You speak a little English Maam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang up the phone.  That was the conversation between me and the lady with the LA Times.  We get almost daily calls from them trying to get us to sign up for the paper.  My new tactic... speak German.  Because you know they will find someone who can speak Spanish to me.  So now I have a new way to treat telemarketers... bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Matthew was around when this happened and could not stop laughing!  Well, he could not stop laughing once I told him what I was saying later. He thought I was talking to my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-5003526464960656800?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/5003526464960656800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=5003526464960656800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5003526464960656800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/5003526464960656800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/deutsch-101.html' title='Deutsch 101'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-7952129743969583862</id><published>2007-09-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:02:51.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>Now that you opened this, you have to answer completely and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you meet your boyfriend/ girlfriend/husband/wife?&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reduction Night, March 16, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thought that went through your head when you met ?&lt;br /&gt;Um he's Christian, and cute, I should give him my number (I did)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you remember what you or they were wearing?&lt;br /&gt;jeans and a shirt.  I was wearing some shirt about being Irish and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where was the first time you kissed this person?&lt;br /&gt;Um 2 months into our relationship... my apt probably? *matt says at my apt at the of r on the couch by the door... he's better at this than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did they ask you out ( or you ask them out )?&lt;br /&gt;By putting "my amazing bf" into my phone... at Kevin's parents.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you go for your first date?&lt;br /&gt;After we started dating?  Dinner at in n out or route 66...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long did you know this person before you became a couple?&lt;br /&gt;A year and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Has this person ever proposed to you?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you and this person have kids together?&lt;br /&gt;No, we aren't married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever broken the law with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Speeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the first time you realized that you loved this person?&lt;br /&gt;Um, when he dropped me off at the airport in july 2006... well,yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who said I love you first?&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you get along with any of the ex's of your boyfriend/girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;I live with one of them.  So fine.  And the other is cool, don't know the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you trust this person 100%?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.You get along with the in-laws?&lt;br /&gt;THey are not inlaws, but yet.  They took us kayaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the best thing this person ever gave you?&lt;br /&gt;So far... happiness and support&lt;br /&gt;but something physical... butterscotch the stuffed puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the most expensive thing this person bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;butterscotch?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is the one thing this person does that gets on your nerves?&lt;br /&gt;um nothing?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the thing you do that gets on their nerves?&lt;br /&gt;i get clingy sometimes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where do you see each other in 15 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;married?  kids?  don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-7952129743969583862?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/7952129743969583862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=7952129743969583862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7952129743969583862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/7952129743969583862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-6398690996962230185</id><published>2007-09-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:37:42.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing to Vent</title><content type='html'>I am a girl (duh) which means I let things get bottled up for a few hours or days and then need to get them out.  These are the things on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Poverty.  Why do we have so much money in America and yet there are so many poor places that need help.  I want to save up money to paint my truck, but then I think, that 20 dollars a week could be feeding a family of 4 for a month (on the streets). And then do not get me started about other countries... Africa, anyone?  I mean, there is a lot that is being done.  but what are YOU doing?  I am going to look into ways to invest in others.  Whether it is making 500 shoeboxes of Christmas presents for kids in Mexico (that I am organizing) or building a lofthouse in Mexico (going this weekend hopefully) or supporting a child in another country, or doing something right here in the Inland Empire.  I think I am going to contact a shelter and see if they can take a constant canned food donation.  and get people excited.  I hate that wealth is so unequally spread.  (yet there is a part of me that wants a house and a car... I need to find the right balance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Love and Grace.  I know God has it for me, in abundance.  I just cannot figure out how to drink of his Love.  I want to overflow His love to others, but feel like it has all been drained out of me.  I wish God's love was a fruit I could pick, and just eat of it whenever I needed replenishing.  So you can pray for me, that I would listen to God and receive his Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Patience.  I am very anxious about things that are in the near future.  But I know I need to be patient and let things unfold on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  High Schoolers. I am starting to lead a discipleship group with the high school group of Trinity.  Last night was our first meeting and it was lots of fun.  I was with the Seniors, but we do not know if that is going to continue (they may need me with freshman and sophmores).  However, I do not feel much older than them. I mean, I am four years older.  But it does not feel that way.  I always feel very young in comparison to others.  Unless they are acting really immature, the I get really fed up. But I am excited to see what God is going to do this year with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  MIND GAMES.  This is my final thing to rant about.  This one and the first are the only ones that I am really frustrated with.  The other three are just on my mind.  Okay.  Let's stop playing mind games, people.  Do you really have nothing better to do than lie to me about stupid things that do not matter?  And am I to blame for being a caring person and thinking that people would not lie to me?  I  guess so. Pooh pooh on you Megan, way to give people the benefit of the doubt and trust them.  Okay but seriously, stop telling me you are going to be late to something when you are right outside, that's stupid and upsets me.  (at least Matthew, my wonderful boyfriend, knows this angers me and does not do this, thank you Matty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-6398690996962230185?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/6398690996962230185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=6398690996962230185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6398690996962230185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/6398690996962230185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/needing-to-vent.html' title='Needing to Vent'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051627.post-1544598085933629050</id><published>2007-09-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:19:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 random facts</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday! I was tagged by my friend Krista, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their 8 things) and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Random Facts/Habits about Me:&lt;br /&gt;1. This was Krista's last, but creepily I am the same exact way:  I have an obsession with blankets. Whether it is 50 degrees or 90 degrees outside I want a blanket on me. I know, strange.&lt;br /&gt;2. I broke my ankle in February and it is still swollen.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can knit, crochet, and sew/quilt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cooking dinner makes me feel like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I imagine my life as a tv show or movie and can hear the soundtrack playing and visualize things cinematographically.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the show Ace of Cakes and secretly want to open a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm scared of eternity because I cannot understand it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I still sleep with my blanky from when I was a baby and the puppy that Matt got me for Valentines Day (it's wearing a red silk negligee... haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Emily and Elise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051627-1544598085933629050?l=megankoenig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/feeds/1544598085933629050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051627&amp;postID=1544598085933629050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1544598085933629050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051627/posts/default/1544598085933629050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megankoenig.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-random-facts.html' title='8 random facts'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501824451614137025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12317017784545966651'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>