<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:43:10.475-07:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>. The Whole Smorgasbord .</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit of everything all served up for your enjoyment!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4288293581965560818</id><published>2011-03-06T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:51:00.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive.</title><content type='html'>Ok, just took the time to find, and re-set my password for this blog because it felt like time to write. . .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long ago was my last post?! 6 freaking' months! It's like Clockwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here is the beauty that is known as my blog. No one directly in my life reads it, and probably no one at all, to be honest that is sort of refreshing. It's a weird mix, because I could just write stuff in my journal, then no one would read it thus I could say anything, silly, weird, a bit off-beat and no one would question it. However there is an innate need to be heard. Or the illusion of being heard. I just watched "The Social Network" and one of the characters said "You put it on the internet, it's not written in pencil but in ink!" ... it's true, whatever you write on here, is permanent. It's "real". Therefore in a way it legitimizes what your saying, however trivial or true it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I want to write things as my "status" ...but then everyone would know it. All my friends, family...the youth I work with, almost strangers who have somehow connected themselves to my life. At times I want to "tweet" things (I have no idea why i'm using " marks...) but again....same thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to sound, conceded and pompous. But at times I feel "famous" ... I have to watch what I say or do so closely because I don't want it to be misconstrued by others. With my position you have to be so, it's not that I say really sketching things or do sketchy things at all but you just have to be...guarded. I know some people would understand what I mean, but others have no clue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example, drinking. I never used to. I hated the taste of Alcohol and thought it lame to "acquire" a taste for it. However starting New Years, I've began enjoying the odd beverage. It started with  a gin and tonic. Now I could never write stuff like that on my Facebook...reason, I don't want youth to just see that and not understand context etc. It's all about perceptions and what you're sending out there. Now I probably wouldn't write something about drinking on my FB anyways but that's no the point. I believe that being honest with youth is crucial however it needs to be in context of a whole conversation yet you don't have to disclose everything. Discernment really And to be honest its not just the youth, but their parents and people who just know what I do. And some stuff I just don't want random buddy commenting on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. All that to say, is sometimes it's tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I would love to just say. "Megan Hazelton just discovered another person in her life is getting married and wondered 'How did they find someone, and I am still alone?!?'" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrible. Yet true. I just don't want all the questions and pity comments, yet that' s how I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also wanted my status to be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's a drumming noise inside my head, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hat starts when you're around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I swear that you could hear it, It makes such an all mighty sound" ( Great Florance song...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;However that would be a dead giveaway that there is someone in my life that makes me feel like that...then the questions would start. And I couldn't admit to it. But yes it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was asked the other day over a FB message "How is your heart?" not in relation to being "alone" but in relation to things going on at work etc.  . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight, I bought stuff at Value Village with a friend. Breakable things. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of mine was a ceramic heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We smashed them in a parking lot (don't worry we cleaned it all up, broom and dustpan style)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm 27 and single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...someone que the sappy music and spray cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4288293581965560818?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4288293581965560818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4288293581965560818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4288293581965560818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4288293581965560818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2011/03/impressive.html' title='Impressive.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3096048271909611341</id><published>2010-10-01T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:57:03.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's fun.</title><content type='html'>Yep. It's time, the good ol' wait 6 months or so and then remember a little thing called the blog. I don't even care if no one reads this, its' so fun for me to go back through the years and see what I randomly wrote. And sometimes it's easiest to do list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So current things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook status: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name" class="fn org" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Megan Hazelton&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;is not getting anything done in zee office...I blame, Ashton, Kelly Clarkson and A.D.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Twitter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; position: relative; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-corner" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: inline-block; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-meta" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="icons" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="extra-icons" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 2px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; position: absolute; top: 0px; right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="inlinemedia-icons" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 2px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: inline-block; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; position: relative; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;twitter ...for those too lazy or 'distracted' to blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Last Album bought: Ray LaMontagne "God willin' &amp;amp; the creek don't rise"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;In my DVD player: How I Met Your Mother season 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Bible Reading: Romans &amp;amp; Psalms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Concerts: Michael W. Smith Christmas tour (I'm taking my mom!) &amp;amp; Justin Bieber (HA! I'm taking a youth who's mom didn't want to go!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Current read: Book 3 of the Mark of the Lion series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Current Fav shoes: Red Toms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Celebrity Crush: Zachary Levi, Adam young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Say to much: "cool beans" "air high five" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Time: 12:49 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Doing: writing this, sitting on the wingback chair, talking on FB chat, wasting time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;want to learn: guitar, drums, japanese, sign language...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;...ok. definitely time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3096048271909611341?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3096048271909611341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3096048271909611341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3096048271909611341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3096048271909611341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-its-fun.html' title='Because it&apos;s fun.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5676249947937419080</id><published>2010-02-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:24:43.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All aboard.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, this is one of the most fun band wagons I've been on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking about Vancouver 2010 winter Olympics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it as big everywhere else in the world?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like this is all we're living and breathing here in BC, and I'm not going to lie I like it! It's so much fun! I have yet to be right downtown, but that shall change this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching when my good buddy Alexandre Bilodeau took the God medal for men's freestyle skiing, moguls (which I can never say and end up saying muggles heh heh) breaking the "curse" of Canada unable to win Gold on home soil. Epic moment, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've almost cried so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've downloaded "I believe" because I was tired of hearing snip its all the time. And I actually like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've based a talk and had an Olympic Madness night for the youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten the red mitts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've laughed at commentators witty comments like "Ho Hum another Olympic title for Shaun White"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've discussed the games with strangers, topics such as the torch (the lack of visuals, the mechanical failure etc), the uncanny warm winter, the ease of traffic, the free shows, the different country houses, the crazy mascots and sidekicks (yes we have a sidekick!)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I'm going to see Wintersleep and Sam Roberts for free. I'm gonna brave the crowds, sing loudly, cheer unfailingly and take major amounts of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm excited. I'm fully of Joy and energy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord I pray that this sort of excitement would be found in you. May I seek you as much as these athletes push for those medals. You are what I believe in and you are my source of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now go cheer on your country people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5676249947937419080?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5676249947937419080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5676249947937419080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5676249947937419080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5676249947937419080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-aboard.html' title='All aboard.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-64169168568873179</id><published>2010-02-11T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:53:54.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPRISE.</title><content type='html'>My friend Cheri, has been planning a suprise since my birthday as my gift. She said keep Feb.13 open and you'll need an up to date passport. So I naturally came to the conclusion that we were going to Seattle for some reason and tonight, the cat was let out of the bag....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to hear Rob Bell on his latest speaking tour!! I'm SO stoked, Bell is obviously gifted, and velvet elvis remains one of my favorite. Of course I don't agree whole heartedly with Bell on everything, and may have some questions about some of his theology, however I'm totally looking forward to it WOOP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes. I'm a little sad that I found out only a day before I was going, but whateves it will be sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-64169168568873179?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/64169168568873179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=64169168568873179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/64169168568873179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/64169168568873179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/02/suprise.html' title='SUPRISE.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8615757941560155754</id><published>2010-02-08T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:11:22.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now is the winter of my discontent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That line from Shakespeares Richard III popped into my head as I sat on a cold damp bench chatting with a fellow middle school pastor and friend. She's been feeling very discontent and longs for adventure, and well that's exactly how I've been feeling for the past...well long while. And that phrase seemed to encompass how I was feeling. I sure pray it is just a season, such as winter and that it too shall pass soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip and some what more chipper side, the sun was out today and it didn't fade after 5:23! Oh man YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to push through Feb. and I'll have lots to look forward to. NYC in March, Muse, Owl City and Calgary road trip in April, Hawaii Missions trip in June and Creation Fest in July! WOO WOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8615757941560155754?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8615757941560155754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8615757941560155754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8615757941560155754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8615757941560155754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-is-winter-of-my-discontent.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4912866033652362890</id><published>2010-02-02T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:39:45.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord give me strength, wisdom and thicker skin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how people can effect me so, I have a deep running fear of failing, disappointing people and not being liked or well thought of. I feel peopled moods like you can feel the chair your sitting in, I take it on as my own and multiply it. It's not always a bad thing, but it does mean that I'm hurt easily, feel like I've failed over minor things and get anxiety quickly over silly things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was all brought on by an undoubtable sucky situation but I don't feel that I should feel as "GAH" about it as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have small groups at youth, we meet every third week or so, and my leaders are to call and let the youth know where the are going. It's always been a bit of a struggle to make sure that everyone is calling all the youth and knowing where they are etc. But that is not the cause of this GAHness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a family begin to go to our church and after three months of their children going to sunday school the mother emailed about getting her kids plugged in at youth. They've been coming out since the beginning of Jan. Due to scheduling we've had 2 lifegroups within a month. And I forgot to re-email the leaders an updated copy of their youth, so this particular youth did not get called, two, apparently three times. I found out last time, apologized and said that I would make sure the youth was on the list, I did, he was on the list. But that list didn't get sent out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this night comes rolling around, I'm running late, opening doors, running around when the younger sibling of this youth tells me that no one phoned for the youth. I ran to the car to give the address to the mom. She was livid. Understandably, I'd be upset if my kid wasn't called for the third time in a row and was hurt by this. I apologized and said that I forgot to give the leaders their number, she didn't' accept that and went off on my leaders and -that they should know they don't have one of their youth's numbers and ask me for it. The youth has had a rough go at school with feeling rejected and now she said that he's been rejected by the youth group and that he'd probably never come back, and that we'd lost him. He gets it at school, he shouldn't get it at church, and these leader should be leading and displaying Christ.- I was hurt. Big time. I can understand that for the youth it would be really really hard, and I was disappointed in myself for not given the leader the number. It was a huge oversight, and I truly am sorry, however I don't think I should have been made to feel that way. They have to drive like 25 min to get to the youth which is a double crap. She said that if he didn't want to come to youth, then we'd lost the other youth and they wouldn't be going to the church anymore. Ouch. So now I feel that I've failed my whole congregation, and that I've hurt a youth beyond repair. Not cool. I'm not writing this to slander the parent, they have a right to be upset and hurt, however, I don't know. I need grace too and it's hard to feel that when you've been crushed. It's hard because it was so unintentional, and it doesn't display my heart or my leaders hearts for these youth. It's nights like these I feel like a failure. (I know I'm not no worries, and GOd has brought me here with a purpose and will see me through) Lord give me compassion, strength, and wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks blog, for letting me vent. Thanks Lord for being bigger than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4912866033652362890?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4912866033652362890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4912866033652362890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4912866033652362890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4912866033652362890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/02/lord-give-me-strength-wisdom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3825394513418833108</id><published>2010-01-30T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:29:21.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just want to have fun...</title><content type='html'>What to write about tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the girls all-nighter at youth. We had 33 girls and 6, well 7 leaders including me. It was a lot of fun, and had some good connecting points with various youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart for these young girls is that they would truly see how beautiful God created them, that they have worth in Him. There are a few as well that just hound on each other, almost weekly I have to talk to them. I need wisdom in this situation, because it can't go on like this. They hurtful things that they say will stay with them for their lives. If you ask almost anyone I'm sure they can remember something hurtful that someone said to them when the were in gr.6-8. It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to these events, because I get to do things that I love to do and can't always. Like have crazy dance party's! It was a really fun night, I got a friend to come in and teach hip hop for an hour, we played crazy all around the church games, had a mini campfire that included, worship, a story, mini devo and camp songs! We watched a movie at 1:30am, we had random dance parties (whenever I played girls just want to have fun) and we hopefully formed memories that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when i just miss being a youth leader and the freedom in that to devote your attention to the youth, and forgo all the responsibility of dealing with parents, details and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm diggin' my role, and am thankful that I am where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3825394513418833108?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3825394513418833108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3825394513418833108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3825394513418833108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3825394513418833108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='Girls just want to have fun...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6949300269976199293</id><published>2010-01-28T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:30:31.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12:12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fail.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally asleep by 11:00...I'm sure m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y mind drifted into sleep by like 10:53 or something. Then I got a text at 11:15....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, I would m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erely turn over and fall back asleep. EXCEPT. I find if I am woken up like 15-2omin after I've fallen asleep I can't merely drift back into glorious sleep! As I tossed and turned trying to rid my mind of all the stuff that flooded my mind my phone rang! Arg, didn't know the number, they didnt' leave a message...I'm gonna 411 it. So yes, then I got up, went pee, got a few bowls for the girls all-nighter I'm planning for youth that I had thought about while trying to wrestle sleep, went back to bed, tossed and turned, rolled my eyes in frustration, turned on my light, read, and now I'm here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I don't mind that people text or called, reall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y, because normally I would totally still be awake. It's just that I was so tired. and my plan failed. Thus my facebook reads "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the only problem with a night owl going to bed early is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/S2FKtrEb3GI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VQNV78YMg9c/s400/Photo+on+2010-01-28+at+00.10+%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431704774101425250" /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no one expects it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. It is now 12:24...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I'll be asleep before 1am?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-6949300269976199293?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6949300269976199293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6949300269976199293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6949300269976199293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6949300269976199293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/1212.html' title='12:12.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/S2FKtrEb3GI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VQNV78YMg9c/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-01-28+at+00.10+%235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-120469211682657916</id><published>2010-01-27T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:41:55.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>I want to live a good story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading Donald Miller's "A Million Miles in a Million Years." He's currently talking about what makes a good story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live out a good story. I want to provide a good story for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got totally distracted by FB chat...silly thing, FB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan was to be asleep by 10:30. I was reading in bed, had to pee, got up and when I came back in my room I opened my lappy again. Bad move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's a shocker to me that I'm going to be in bed before 1am, but I'm SO exausted tonight, it hit around 3pm and I can't shack it. well it's now 10:41...new goal to be asleep by 11. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-120469211682657916?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/120469211682657916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=120469211682657916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/120469211682657916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/120469211682657916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6503550113144610373</id><published>2010-01-24T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:21:54.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/S1wRArfNNhI/AAAAAAAAAas/WU0jCVSHChM/s1600-h/IMG_1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/S1wRArfNNhI/AAAAAAAAAas/WU0jCVSHChM/s400/IMG_1961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430233954073261586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh. I should be sleeping, but I snuck on the internet to rediscover my blog. Don't tell my tomorrow morning self because she'll be mad when she's ridiculously tired at 6:45!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's been six months since I've written, wow, freakin' eh. Time flies. *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's odd really, how fast it goes. Just disappears. *poof* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is are some things that are "Current" in my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening: to Dashboards newest album "After the ending", just picked it up today, already a fan. (Current as in the last month: Glee soundtracks, one republic, muse, switchfoot, owl city, paper tongue.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently reading: HP &amp;amp; the philosopher's stone. Just finished "The Outsiders" and am about to embark on an adventure through other High School Curriculum classics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently watching: Nothing quite yet. Just finished watching Season 3 of Heroes: I just wanted to give Sylar a hug the whole time, through my hands up and yell "YATTA!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently planning for work: Girls All-nighter at youth, we're having a campout...tents, fake fire and trees and the whole shabang in the gym. Talk on the OT = Epic Stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current hair: Short inverted bob, dark with blonde chunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current age: 26... taking some time to get used to that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current travel plans: March - NYC. May - Missions to ...wait for it...Hawaii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current favorite Restaurant: Earls! I had a personal vendetta against Earls since like gr.10 however this was broken upon trying them again in Dec. and discovering there chicken, bree, apple, fig jelly sandwhich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Facebook Status: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="profile_name" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Megan Hazelton&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); display: inline;  font-weight: normal; margin-left: 5px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;should probably not watch anymore HSM. She had TWO dreams about Zac Effron last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Current Tweet: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Listening to Dashboards latest and ignoring my tired eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="latest_meta" class="entry-meta" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt; 25 minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Fear: Failure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Lesson: That no matter how solid a youth is - solid family, loves God, serves etc - they're still in need of guidance, prayer and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current battle: Feeling like I'm called to be grounded for a time such as this, yet desiring to be off having a distant adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current status: Single. I'm not the type to put my life on hold because I'm not married, nor do I feel that my life or ministry is incomplete because there is not a solid man by my side YET I pray that there would be one there soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current shoe of choice: Zebra print Sanuk's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Sweater of Choice: purple/white stripped AA sweater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Magazine: Relevant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently have tickets for: Muse (April.1), Owl City (April 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amount of sleep I'd get if I went to sleep in 45 min = 4.75 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-6503550113144610373?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6503550113144610373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6503550113144610373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6503550113144610373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6503550113144610373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2010/01/currently.html' title='Currently.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/S1wRArfNNhI/AAAAAAAAAas/WU0jCVSHChM/s72-c/IMG_1961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6214604946900768750</id><published>2009-07-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:05:08.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLDPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlEVSzihzrI/AAAAAAAAAak/6JtIuvEL9pM/s1600-h/IMG_9523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlEVSzihzrI/AAAAAAAAAak/6JtIuvEL9pM/s400/IMG_9523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355084844737089202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlETONTAVII/AAAAAAAAAaM/qIHB-r7NG7E/s1600-h/IMG_9517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlETONTAVII/AAAAAAAAAaM/qIHB-r7NG7E/s400/IMG_9517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355082566728701058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured if I put up a few Jo'Bro's up then I better freakin' put up some Coldplay and Snow Patrol pics! This concert was jacked! Definitly one of my top favs for sure! It was moving and packed with energy, that crazy kid Chris Martin never stops running around...ok well he does because he plays piano but his butt is rarely on the piano bench! Snow Patrol were awesome, it was so evident that they were all physced to be there! I would see them for a third time fo sho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh aparantly I really didn't take many pics, and non with my camera of SP..just on my phone. I find they never turn out really and then I waste time taking pictures and not enjoying the show.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlET036MtpI/AAAAAAAAAac/K6OL6RU3XkU/s1600-h/IMG_9529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlET036MtpI/AAAAAAAAAac/K6OL6RU3XkU/s400/IMG_9529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355083231002408594" 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/12496002-6214604946900768750?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6214604946900768750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6214604946900768750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6214604946900768750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6214604946900768750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/coldplay.html' title='COLDPLAY'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SlEVSzihzrI/AAAAAAAAAak/6JtIuvEL9pM/s72-c/IMG_9523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4877078957347411210</id><published>2009-07-03T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:59:14.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jo Bro's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sk3GSBMMsfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ijJnbYFOD-Y/s1600-h/IMG_9523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep there they are. Nick on the keys, Kevin on lead guitar and Joe in the white T. This concert was suprisingly good! I had a blast mocking the shrieking/tearful adolesence but I also had a blast jumping and yelling to the songs. They put on a great show...although with a budget that size who wouldn't!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sk3GRmCT9hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kLkECaZTcZM/s1600-h/IMG_9619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354153537583707666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sk3GRmCT9hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kLkECaZTcZM/s400/IMG_9619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Public Enemy Tonight. Save yourself $10 and 3 hours, don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4877078957347411210?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4877078957347411210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4877078957347411210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4877078957347411210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4877078957347411210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/07/jo-bros.html' title='The Jo Bro&apos;s.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sk3GRmCT9hI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kLkECaZTcZM/s72-c/IMG_9619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3031979392399075529</id><published>2009-06-28T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:33:49.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERLIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhSL5TjaFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dkx_k-beR20/s1600-h/sldf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhSL5TjaFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dkx_k-beR20/s400/sldf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352618521444706386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhRRHpOX9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ful88gmmR38/s1600-h/%3Blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhRRHpOX9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ful88gmmR38/s400/%3Blk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352617511681417170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhRLuBtQUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wsdWbLRuLd4/s1600-h/dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhRLuBtQUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wsdWbLRuLd4/s400/dg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352617418905436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered another tv show... Merlin, origianlly aired last year in England, and aired in North America last Sunday. It's sort of cheesy at times and may not have the best special effects but Phhh I don't care I like it! It's a twist on the old tails of Merlin, King Arthur and Camelot, they're just entering into adulthood and discovering who they are. Anyways, yep, I'm a nerd and I'm a fan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhRDP8VnfI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0TRLUdthS4E/s1600-h/adf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhRDP8VnfI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0TRLUdthS4E/s400/adf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352617273390898674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that JK Rowling is a part of the Church of Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3031979392399075529?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3031979392399075529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3031979392399075529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3031979392399075529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3031979392399075529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/merlin.html' title='MERLIN'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SkhSL5TjaFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dkx_k-beR20/s72-c/sldf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2538476293118460740</id><published>2009-06-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:37:25.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Alley.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here is a song that I've found very encouraging the past little while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics to Wait And See&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Late July humidity&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said I was lucky to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trouble since the day that I got here&lt;br /&gt;Trouble till the day that I disappear&lt;br /&gt;That’ll be the day that I finally get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for me yet&lt;br /&gt;Because God won’t forget&lt;br /&gt;All the plans he’s made for me&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;He’s not finished with me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really was that good in school&lt;br /&gt;I talked too much, broke the rules&lt;br /&gt;Teacher thought I was hopeless fool alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how but I made it through&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those things that you’ve gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But I always had a knack for telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why I’m here&lt;br /&gt;Still wrestling with my fear&lt;br /&gt;But oh, He’s up to something&lt;br /&gt;And the farther on I go&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m, not here for nothing&lt;br /&gt;He’s up to something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now’s my time to be a man&lt;br /&gt;Follow my heart as far as I can&lt;br /&gt;No telling where I’m ending up tonight&lt;br /&gt;I never slow down or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;But singing my heart it’s one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta do is hold on tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2538476293118460740?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2538476293118460740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2538476293118460740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2538476293118460740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2538476293118460740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-alley.html' title='Thanks Alley.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-993270442187961121</id><published>2009-06-22T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:53:07.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Commitment. Wow, this commitment thing with this blog is tricky. Here's a couple of thoughts. I have missed a bunch. Some may say I've failed my commitment...but really who was this commitment for!? ME! It was to help me stay on course, serve as a reminder that I should blog more. Share more. Write more. However it has become a "religious" thing, something I dont enjoy but think "DANG I didnt' write a blog today" Like so many things, the joy of blogging or the desire to blog has been replaced by pure "gotta plug in something." Sometimes commitment is a good thing, and it causes you to do something even if you dont want to. Like marriage, when married I suspect you will not always want to be married, I know you will not always "love" your spouse or desire to be with them, however you have made a commitment, nah a covenant relationship. OR lets say a commitment in a job, we all know there are days when you do not want it, you dont love it, your not passionate, however you've made a commtiment to be there and that is what keeps you there, and sees you through to the joy in that position. However I am talking about a blog, A BLOG. SO what am I getting at. . . I dont know, maybe I will remain and write twice a week. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll write on Thursdays, or Fridays...both or not at all!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for rants, that was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-993270442187961121?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/993270442187961121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=993270442187961121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/993270442187961121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/993270442187961121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/commitment.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-432505959778375476</id><published>2009-06-21T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:44:43.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS.</title><content type='html'>Well folks, I failed my commitment, again. Not only did I miss wednesdays but I missed yesterdays as well...but I honestly thought I posted IT!!!! SO it was done... anyways here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today of course is Fathers day...but for my bro-in-law it was not only his first fathers day, his sons dedication but also his birthday *which I freakin' forgot!* Crazy hey. I hope he still felt special, I would be a tad selfish and think...hey it's MY BIRTHDAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Yep, today I had the honour of dedicating little man Gabriel, he was so cute, and he didn't cry and my parents were there. Yeah it was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Coldplay HOKIE FREAKIN' DINAH! It was a ridiculous show...if you've been you know what I mean, if you haven't freakin' GO. Chris Martin is a freakin' machine, randomly yells "yeeeaaaappp" and is incredibly talented. Well done CP well done. Snowpatrol...they were so ridiculously happy! seriously, ok well maybe they were a little "gone" but they were so smiley and totally enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine if the "that was easy" button really worked. wow. what would you use it on..if you could only use it once?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-432505959778375476?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/432505959778375476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=432505959778375476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/432505959778375476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/432505959778375476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-i-posted-this.html' title='I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5203769810182548280</id><published>2009-06-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:24:57.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminator Salvation</title><content type='html'>I saw the 10:30pm showing of T4 tonight, and well... loved it *sing songy voice*! I was super skeptical actually because my bro in law didn't seem too amped about it. Phhhh it was so rad, and Christian Bale did fabulous...could he not?! It was funny to me though because I went with two other pastors from CHC...total night owls I tell ya! We had just sat through a 3.5 hour congregational meeting...funny thing, you don't have to pass notes anymore on paper, just blackberry messanger. Man sometimes I love technology. Yay for random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all my siblings today. And all my nieces and nephews *some for a very brief moment*&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my mom, Riley (13) Isaac (11) and Ella (7) walked down the street for ice-cream and sat infront of the community hall in the sun. We were playing 20 questions and it was Ellas turn...priceless. She confused us a few times by saying it had one leg, then it didnt' have a leg, and then it was an animal and it lived in the sea, but it wasnt' a whale because it only had one fin...and...it was just really cute because we were all confused and Riley stated a few times "I'm lost" and then Ella exclaimed "IT'S A MERMAID!" Briliant really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5203769810182548280?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5203769810182548280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5203769810182548280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5203769810182548280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5203769810182548280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/terminator-salvation.html' title='Terminator Salvation'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1213143477918623214</id><published>2009-06-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:42:30.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Numbers, money, budget.... ICK! I've never been one to really freak out over money, but I tell ya when faced with having to finalize the budget for youth, FREAK OUT! haha. I just loathed it, it caused me to cringe, cry and carry on like a small child. Ok really I only cringed a lot, but it totally robbed my joy for a few hours today, until people started visiting me in my office. Yeah, I like people, and I hate numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I get to dedicate my nephew Gabriel on fathers day! How freakin' rad is that?! Man now there are some definate joys about being a Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To re-cap today's lesson. People Good. Numbers Bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1213143477918623214?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1213143477918623214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1213143477918623214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1213143477918623214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1213143477918623214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/numbers-money-budget.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1765933607905248043</id><published>2009-06-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:09:30.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses Excuses!</title><content type='html'>I know that it's been two weeks since my last post, I do apologize but I've been in Hawaii. I left early Wednesday the 27 and got home this past Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left thinking that this trip would be a "vacation" however God had other, better, plans for me and MY trip. You see he's been teaching me how possessive I am of things...I think I've written on here about that. Well this trip was the next lesson! The night I arrived, I discovered that I would have to be involved daily in all ministry activities *oh yeah I was staying with my dear friend Janelle at hte ministry she works for called Surfing the nations. check them out!!* And God had to quickly change my attitude and turn in into a servant one. I'm so thankful he did.  Such a rad time of rejuvenation and service. We had daily quiet times and there was a couple amazing times of worship and prayer for various things and people. I really felt God use and teach me in Hawaii and I feel so blessed to be a part of the Ohana of Surfing the Nations. I had an awesome time, and of course I got to enjoy being a tourist as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that 100% made me smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOOpFJ3II/AAAAAAAAAY0/yYThjc5npZg/s1600-h/IMG_9423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOOpFJ3II/AAAAAAAAAY0/yYThjc5npZg/s400/IMG_9423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344803239978720386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing Janelle *it's been 9 months* and seeing how the Lord is moulding her and using her!&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping on the beach with the stars as my night light&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out with Baby Nemos and Sea Turtles!&lt;br /&gt;- Coconut and Chocolate covered Macdamia nuts&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting a great random group of people&lt;br /&gt;- Surfing in Waikiki&lt;br /&gt;- Longboarding in Waikiki&lt;br /&gt;- Making WAY too many Lost references&lt;br /&gt;- Swedish boys with stutters&lt;br /&gt;- Sunsets and Swimming&lt;br /&gt;- Bus adventures&lt;br /&gt;- Praying with friends&lt;br /&gt;- Giving out food to 400 people&lt;br /&gt;- Chatting with "Woody" a dude who lives in his mini-bus turned bedroom&lt;br /&gt;- Countless gorgeous views&lt;br /&gt;- Being in the presence of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I dont have all my pics, because they got erased of my disk, so I have to wait for Jan to send them. But here are a few...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOOysCTQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ExNPoXQd0pk/s1600-h/Hawaii+09+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOOysCTQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ExNPoXQd0pk/s400/Hawaii+09+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344803242557721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOPTu32AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Tsb1uYtCTWM/s1600-h/Hawaii+09+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOPTu32AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Tsb1uYtCTWM/s400/Hawaii+09+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344803251427989506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOPmunlYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Pd3Zqv6d-4E/s1600-h/Hawaii+09+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOPmunlYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Pd3Zqv6d-4E/s400/Hawaii+09+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344803256527197570" 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/12496002-1765933607905248043?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1765933607905248043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1765933607905248043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1765933607905248043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1765933607905248043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/06/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses Excuses!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SiyOOpFJ3II/AAAAAAAAAY0/yYThjc5npZg/s72-c/IMG_9423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5580342789855765902</id><published>2009-05-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:57:09.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like today...</title><content type='html'>...make me love being a Youth Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was beautiful.  I had the honour of baptizing four of my youth girls. It was rad to hear their hearts, pray with them, and dunk them. Such a beautiful image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it on a lake, the sun was shinning, the church family was gathered and the Lord was ever present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords many loitered about and I got a crew to jump off the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing. Such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, summer is upon us... HOLLA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5580342789855765902?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5580342789855765902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5580342789855765902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5580342789855765902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5580342789855765902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-like-today.html' title='Days like today...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-350302993968917648</id><published>2009-05-22T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:48:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frick.</title><content type='html'>WOW. I'm doing awesome at this commitment thing now hey!? Phh not so much. While reading a facebook note I was inspired to do a random list post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint of lime Tostitos are ridiculously good, and have more than a hint of lime to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited at a traffic light for like 15 minutes before rerouteing and turning left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming more and more awkward with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to PoCo, Langley, and Surrey today. I've put over 1000 km on my three week car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some children are really just rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people love what they are doing, it shows, even if they love it at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy at Starbucks supplied me with my own label, so now I no longer have to stumble my through the order just to receive my drink. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attending 5 weddings this summer, starting this Saturday. I was at their rehearsal today and they are so ridiculously in love, not just the mushy kind but the yeah this is for life kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a relationship with God being labeled as the first love. I need to cultivate my first love to once more be my first love, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such an incredible honour to be working with those that I work with, I'm blessed to be able to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...5 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-350302993968917648?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/350302993968917648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=350302993968917648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/350302993968917648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/350302993968917648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/frick.html' title='Frick.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1937233890552320165</id><published>2009-05-18T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:40:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Ok so, the post after my apology post and I miss it ...SHAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I feel as though I should post something extra juicy to cover that up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much plants and fake greenery can change a place. My current roomate will no longer be my roommate come June 1st and she has slowly begun moving out. Today the bamboo on the side table is gone, and the face tree thing from the bathroom counter is gone. Sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to make a trip to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more things for my walls too...very bare, very bare indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1937233890552320165?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1937233890552320165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1937233890552320165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1937233890552320165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1937233890552320165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-feels-like-sunday.html' title='It feels like Sunday.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3832968064051994636</id><published>2009-05-14T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:44:10.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMITMENT OVERLOAD!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for those who regularly visit this blog and know that I have made a commitment to blog twice a week, Sunday and Wednesdays. I am sorry because you will be aware that I have missed not only Wednesday but the Sunday post as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no excuses for this. It's really that I got too busy, forgot or was too lazy when I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I feel that the past couple of weeks I've signed onto a number of heavy commitments: A permanent job, car payments and a phone contract. If you know me well you know that I enjoy being a "roamer" a bit of a free spirit if you will. Up to this point the only real "commitment" was with a two year phone contract that I could easily buy my way out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that commitment scares me, and it seems to squish me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mold me into an adult, who to be honest I'm not sure I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that being said please accept my apology for bailing out not once but twice in a row on this commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3832968064051994636?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3832968064051994636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3832968064051994636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3832968064051994636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3832968064051994636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/commitment-overload.html' title='COMMITMENT OVERLOAD!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8117065301893131427</id><published>2009-05-06T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:16:55.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes those are keys in my hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SgJ8g93DqVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tvpTR05aySk/s1600-h/ablk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SgJ8g93DqVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tvpTR05aySk/s400/ablk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961814563236178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I'm significantly in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I ride with confidence and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to settling and growing up.&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/12496002-8117065301893131427?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8117065301893131427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8117065301893131427&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8117065301893131427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8117065301893131427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-those-are-keys-in-my-hand.html' title='Yes those are keys in my hand.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SgJ8g93DqVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tvpTR05aySk/s72-c/ablk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4679596877547742725</id><published>2009-05-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:26:16.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG! I buy faster than I read.</title><content type='html'>I added the following books to my collection, all for just over $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331832002318473794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf549PRAmkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QeMZnC6pCQc/s400/bre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf549GEd4ZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p3QEFXq-DTE/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831999849947538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf549GEd4ZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p3QEFXq-DTE/s400/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf5485EVExI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QSs2LsF3nAQ/s1600-h/sdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831996359709458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf5485EVExI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QSs2LsF3nAQ/s400/sdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf548-VsmRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TYrMaUc5ZvI/s1600-h/df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831997774731538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf548-VsmRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TYrMaUc5ZvI/s400/df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am aware of the fact that 3/4 of them are Childrens books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got those book in less then 10 min. at a fab used book store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same day I had a picnice and flew kites by the ocean and climbed a small mountain. I wish everyday was an adventure such as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4679596877547742725?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4679596877547742725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4679596877547742725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4679596877547742725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4679596877547742725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/05/dang-i-buy-faster-than-i-read.html' title='DANG! I buy faster than I read.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sf549PRAmkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QeMZnC6pCQc/s72-c/bre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4968511026521079662</id><published>2009-04-29T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:53:52.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this album!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330372670065239106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SflJs6-wZEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gSFAYm2uWOU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing a few songs this past weekend, I began searching for Metrics new Albume "Fantasies". You know when you want something, and the more you can't have it the more you want it?! Yep that was what this was. Sunday I looked for it at the future shop and the HMV in Abbotsford. After the second attempt failed I couldnt' leave empty handed so I bought Ok Go's Oh no album. *good purchase but not what I wanted!* Then monday on the way to Walnut Grove to watch 17 Again *loved it!* I stopped in at the Best Buy in langley...no such luck, but I had no time to go to the mall or anywhere else. So once again I was disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I was still determined to get the album so I phoned HMV....it was in! So I went and I am currently listening to it... so far so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I listened to three of my friends express how they are frustrated, confused or incredible hurt by a guy(s). Then I heard another say that they are not focusing on a "relationship" until after the summer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart actually aches for one of them. I'm sorry they are feeling broken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Full day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost = awesomeness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun = blessing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Job = exciting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Single = thankfulness &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music = glory&lt;/p&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4968511026521079662?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4968511026521079662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4968511026521079662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4968511026521079662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4968511026521079662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-time.html' title='About time'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SflJs6-wZEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gSFAYm2uWOU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5257905569575867448</id><published>2009-04-26T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:53:14.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This will forever be one of my favorite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dandelions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Five Iron Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a field of yellow flowers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;underneath the sun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bluest eyes that spark with lightning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boy with shoes undone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is young, so full of hope, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reveling in tiny dreams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filling up, his arms with flowers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right for giving any queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running to her beaming bright, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while cradling his prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A flickering of yellow light, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;within his mother's eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She holds them to her heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keeping them where they'll be safe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clasped within her very marrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dandelions in a vase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sees love where, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyone else would see weeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all hope is found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is everything he needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fathomless your endless mercy,weight I could not lift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do I fit in this puzzle,what good are these gifts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a martyr, or a saint, scarcely can I struggle through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I have ever wanted,was to give my best to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, search my heart,create in me something clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dandelions you see flowers in these weeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gently lifting hands to heaven, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;softened by the sweetest hush, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Father sings over his children, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loving them so very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than words could warrant, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deeper than the darkest blue, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than sacrifice could merit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I give my heart to you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329260183914690194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SfVV5tHeNpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Jmjygw8tpA0/s400/IMG_8596.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/12496002-5257905569575867448?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5257905569575867448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5257905569575867448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5257905569575867448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5257905569575867448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration..'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SfVV5tHeNpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Jmjygw8tpA0/s72-c/IMG_8596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7281382407426339865</id><published>2009-04-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:18:15.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP!</title><content type='html'>That was the reply I gave Colin Ashton *the sr.high youth pastor* when he said the elders wanted to know if I'd be the perminent middle school pastor at Central Heights Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly recovered with a resonding YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call half an hour after I left the Elder interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. It's official I can now take the "Interim" off my title.&lt;br /&gt;Weird... I'm a perminent, pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God! I have confidence in where I am at because of how the Lord has lead me here. It's been a long journey, but it's amazing to know that you are walking in the path that the Lord has set out for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the adventure continues!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7281382407426339865?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7281382407426339865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7281382407426339865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7281382407426339865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7281382407426339865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/shut-up.html' title='SHUT UP!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5587862973436770423</id><published>2009-04-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:09:36.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...make them wonder what you got, make them wish that they were not, on the outside looking in!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I'm not going to write about the Newsboys song, however I am going to post a little something about my weekend on the retreat I took 21 of my middle schoolers on. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326648202455407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SewOUX7T3II/AAAAAAAAAXs/--kG5MPszwg/s400/IMG_8441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO here they are, aren't they lovely?! Almost normal looking right?! Yeah, that facade doesn't last long for any of us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326650143150055426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SewQFVk-IAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/H-SejuZdB5c/s400/IMG_8442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a great weekend. To be honest I was freakin' out a tad about it. I was nervous as it was my fist leading a group of youth on something out in the "world" for that amout of time, traveling, and with other groups, and and and yeah just a lot going through my mind. And the first time I was wondered how I was going to make it to Sunday and well I did make it and rad things happened! I love these crazy youth I really do... even after being sleep deprived ... God is Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so tired, brain ceasing to function, eyes stinging... bed calling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5587862973436770423?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5587862973436770423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5587862973436770423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5587862973436770423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5587862973436770423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/shine.html' title='SHINE....'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SewOUX7T3II/AAAAAAAAAXs/--kG5MPszwg/s72-c/IMG_8441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2757370915581754190</id><published>2009-04-15T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:51:15.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15 !?!?!</title><content type='html'>DANG YO! This year has been soo crazy ridiculous, I can't believe it's alreayd mid-april!! This time last year I was gearing up to graduate from college, and be starting to work at camp! That was a year ago already!??!?!?!?! I'm seriously floored. What a roller coaster of a year man! HUGE lessons and learning curves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've added learning German to my list of "To Do's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that was a LAME post haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2757370915581754190?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2757370915581754190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2757370915581754190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2757370915581754190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2757370915581754190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-15.html' title='April 15 !?!?!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1055361649116722604</id><published>2009-04-14T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:16:28.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's post. Well it feels like Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ4HkUfJdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YkEXw_wldrI/s1600-h/IMG_8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324442362118612434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ4HkUfJdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YkEXw_wldrI/s400/IMG_8328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ3z1M5DCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Cq4TWqUS0r8/s1600-h/IMG_8322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324442023052774434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ3z1M5DCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Cq4TWqUS0r8/s400/IMG_8322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ3fJGE7MI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IIhqL18ZEbQ/s1600-h/IMG_8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441667615648962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ3fJGE7MI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IIhqL18ZEbQ/s400/IMG_8302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1055361649116722604?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1055361649116722604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1055361649116722604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1055361649116722604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1055361649116722604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/sundays-post-well-it-feels-like-sunday.html' title='Sunday&apos;s post. Well it feels like Sunday!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SeQ4HkUfJdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YkEXw_wldrI/s72-c/IMG_8328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7599773142358336461</id><published>2009-04-08T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:50:58.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EGOCENTRIC</title><content type='html'>e-go-cen-tric [ee-goh-sen-trik, eg-oh-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;having or regarding the self or the individual as the center of all things: an egocentric philosophy that ignores social causes.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;having little or no regard for interests, beliefs, or attitudes other than one's own; self-centered: an egocentric person; egocentric demands upon the time and patience of others.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;an egocentric person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This culture. our culture. is very aware of issues in the world.  it's one that is set apart for a desire to reach beyond our own front door. to help others. social justice is something that is being more than talked about but acted out. we want causes worth dying for. we want to do more. be more. not just have more. it's a beautiful thing. yet. we are so. ego.centric. many may argue. and sure most often i would to. but i'm just rambling. but we are. atleast i am. sure i love others. spend time with others. often put aside my own "things" to care for others. but at the core of it. it comes down to me. when i'm not cared for. it's about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops rant got interupted so it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post makes me seem horrible. I am not I.I . I ..I .. I am only expressing something. It started out thinking how others were egocentric. then i thought about why i'd thought that. the answer. because they werent really listening..... to ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7599773142358336461?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7599773142358336461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7599773142358336461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7599773142358336461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7599773142358336461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/egocentric.html' title='EGOCENTRIC'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8955186581764602231</id><published>2009-04-05T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:11:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning once more.</title><content type='html'>"I love you more than life" this lyric echoed through my chest and mind as hillsong helped me enter into worship...yet this lyric didn't roll of the tongue as it should, didn't slide into place in my heart allowing it to resonate in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead it rattled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you more than life" ...could I honestly sing that? And truly mean it. Did my life reflect it? Does my heart cry it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost scared me to think that I couldn't sing that... I mean really sing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday during the closing session of the youth workers conference I was at. The key note speaker echoed this quesiton. Do you love Jesus? Do you REALLY love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I "love" Jesus. I always will, my heart belongs to him. But yet this question has depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I prayed with the other pastors, I prayed that we would discover what it means to love Jesus again, that we would kneel in his presence and learn what it meant to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is love that came for us.&lt;br /&gt;Humbled to a sinner's cross you broke my shame and sinfuless you rose again victorious. Faithfulness none can deny through the storm and through the fire there is truth that sets me free Jesus Christ who lives in me.&lt;br /&gt;You are stronger you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Sin is broken you have saved me it is written Christ is risen Jesus you are Lord of all.&lt;br /&gt;No beginning and no end You're my hope and my defence you came to seek and save the lost you paid it all upon the cross.&lt;br /&gt;So let your name be lifted higherBe lifted higher be lifted higher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we repeated the chorus I felt compeled to be on my knees, and before I knew it I was there. In his presence, on my knees...just as I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to love once more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8955186581764602231?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8955186581764602231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8955186581764602231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8955186581764602231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8955186581764602231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-once-more.html' title='Learning once more.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4673105406989699638</id><published>2009-04-01T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:32:45.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm beginning to feel like I'm bragging..</title><content type='html'>...but I just found out that SNOWPATROL is opening for Coldplay. Oh gee SO ridiculous! I'm so ridiculously stoked. Although Not as stoked as showing you these pictures of Emmy, who is now 8 days old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This foot right here...is&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRag0F4OnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1Lhn0drdzw4/s1600-h/IMG_8170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319976579617012338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRag0F4OnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1Lhn0drdzw4/s400/IMG_8170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fresh! Minutes after he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRZ9DPLVJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xRT9i5Jm2VY/s1600-h/IMG_8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319975965207254162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRZ9DPLVJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xRT9i5Jm2VY/s400/IMG_8235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DA. I didn't hold Emmy right away because I wanted Mandy and Nate to have their time, so I took this when I came back that night, after I held him. He's ridiculsouly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319975577731938034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRZmfx3NvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/A-pd2Mb1MFQ/s400/IMG_8238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRZmfx3NvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/A-pd2Mb1MFQ/s1600-h/IMG_8238.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blurry but beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4673105406989699638?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4673105406989699638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4673105406989699638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4673105406989699638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4673105406989699638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-beginning-to-feel-like-im-bragging.html' title='I&apos;m beginning to feel like I&apos;m bragging..'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdRag0F4OnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1Lhn0drdzw4/s72-c/IMG_8170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7629326283673052361</id><published>2009-03-29T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:53:52.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Insane Concert Roster!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBdO43FOLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PL_Q213njUE/s1600-h/coldplay1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318853670287521970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBdO43FOLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PL_Q213njUE/s400/coldplay1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JUNE 20TH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBdIH775MI/AAAAAAAAAWk/lrd36ZE9-ps/s1600-h/jonas-brothers-camp-rock-premiere1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318853554075329730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBdIH775MI/AAAAAAAAAWk/lrd36ZE9-ps/s400/jonas-brothers-camp-rock-premiere1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNE 29TH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBcmcygzBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2NDgRxkZclo/s1600-h/death-cab-for-cutie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318852975557397522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBcmcygzBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2NDgRxkZclo/s400/death-cab-for-cutie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JULY 16 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(FLOOR!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AUGUST 5TH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318853276095720914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBc38YbrdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lmvOH3LAkKA/s400/the-fray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7629326283673052361?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7629326283673052361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7629326283673052361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7629326283673052361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7629326283673052361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-insane-concert-roster.html' title='My Insane Concert Roster!!!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SdBdO43FOLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PL_Q213njUE/s72-c/coldplay1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8177331524464711010</id><published>2009-03-25T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:00:02.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY!</title><content type='html'>GABRIEL EMMETT MINION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the call 1:30am Tuesday morning. I drove Mandy and Nate to the hospital, dropped them off at the door parked and ran in. Oooh it all felt like the movies. We wheeled her into the maternity room, her breathing short stout little breathes. Anyways I'll save you all the details and end at 4:14 out comes little Emmy *I'm tryin' this nic name out...what do ya think?* It was one crazy, powerful experience! Mandy did awesome, and was so funny, polite and apologetic during labour. But still... I choose adoption haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put up a few pics...but I'm ridiculously tired and it doesn't want to seem to load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, he's cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8177331524464711010?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8177331524464711010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8177331524464711010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8177331524464711010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8177331524464711010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-975460053638736597</id><published>2009-03-22T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:15:28.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past week Randoms. I've...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;- asked a stranger to marry me *see last post*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dropped my iPod onto lappy's screen and put a wee mark in it that I continuously forget is permanent and try to scrap off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- drove to Baker again to board...hurt way less this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bought the movie Twilight...anyone want to buy it from me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- walked out of a movie *I got a free movie pass*...I love you, man = ridiculously crude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- thought to myself twice in one day that I needed a hubby ...related to someone to vent to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bought three Cd's....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mercy Me - newish one... it's alright, nothing too exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Classic Crime - The Silver Cord - so far so good! Totally enjoying it! I think I will enjoy this album more than the last one I have of theirs. The lead singers voice and style is reminding me of the panic at the disco dudes voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jon Foreman - "Spring &amp;amp; Summer" - I could listen to track five on the spring album over and over again. "Your love is strong". this song was epic while drivin' to the fort with the mountains bathed in sunlight! Seriously look it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Baked a cake *from a box* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Laughed, and really meant it, a number of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- practiced what I preached...literally, and it can be difficult at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- disappointed friends while trying to help others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- acquired another novel ..."Catch 22" ...thanks mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- felt important, overlooked, rejected, accepted, acommplished, tired, unappriciated, confused, joyful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- received this picture from a friend... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sccn579W-YI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mfGaPPHIMlY/s1600-h/l_f4f53fa59a504588805176e54aa3d628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261761435236738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sccn579W-YI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mfGaPPHIMlY/s400/l_f4f53fa59a504588805176e54aa3d628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...they are a true friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-975460053638736597?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/975460053638736597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=975460053638736597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/975460053638736597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/975460053638736597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-week-randoms-ive.html' title='Past week Randoms. I&apos;ve...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sccn579W-YI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mfGaPPHIMlY/s72-c/l_f4f53fa59a504588805176e54aa3d628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1407985835003904166</id><published>2009-03-19T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:30:23.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still wednesday to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm all flustered now, I had thought of a bunch of fun, random, thought-provoking, love promoting things to write over that last few days and now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give you this picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314797730430177970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/ScH0YHdX0rI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GwBA-Roa-8c/s400/IMG_8134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1407985835003904166?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1407985835003904166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1407985835003904166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1407985835003904166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1407985835003904166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-still-wednesday-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s still wednesday to me!!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/ScH0YHdX0rI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GwBA-Roa-8c/s72-c/IMG_8134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1013614482193436297</id><published>2009-03-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:02:58.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...your asking me to have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This constant pull from within is crashing against the interior of my heart. It will be silenced for now. No not silenced but hushed into a gentle colapsing wave. I will have faith. This faith will grow, expand and dwell within, consuming the empty ions that are searching for doubt. Their hope falters as my faith expounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1013614482193436297?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1013614482193436297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1013614482193436297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1013614482193436297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1013614482193436297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8425581816422332109</id><published>2009-03-12T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:33:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO CLOSE</title><content type='html'>So, I had this opened, yet had not begun writing before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call at like 11:20 from my brother in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still awake"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep! I sure am!" - I begin to get excited, thinking, could this be it, is Mandy really having little buddy now?!! *She is due on the 22...but really it could be anyday now!*&lt;br /&gt;"Ok good..." ....oh man it's time! You see, Mandy said there was only two people allowed in the delivery room. Nathan and ME! "Because I really have to pee" ...what the?! is this really Nathan. "And we can't get into our complex because there is a billion cop cars, there was a shooting in our cult-e-sac and it's all blocked off"&lt;br /&gt;"What?! Seriously? Ok sure come on over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt' that crazy! Freakin' four houses down from Mandy and Nates house. A shooting. So crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I was SO CLOSE to getting this writen before "thursday" and SO CLOSE *so I tought* to having another niece or nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, time for bed. Peace and much much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8425581816422332109?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8425581816422332109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8425581816422332109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8425581816422332109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8425581816422332109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-close.html' title='SO CLOSE'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8945655290045560378</id><published>2009-03-08T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:10:46.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOoh if only you were closer.</title><content type='html'>I found the cutest...bakery ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on the way to Mt.Baker. It is ridiculously wonderful with glorious tasting muffins and well quasi good hotchocolate. haha. The hot chocolate bit didn't really fit in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's this small old school house done all brilliantly. Inside it's tiny, bright and eclectique with three or four tables all cozied together. There is a display of muffins, cookies and random baked goods and a short but very chatty man who runs it. If I lived by it I would go there weekly, if not daily to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* it is wonderful and made me feel jousous. Almost as joyous as the day at Baker made me feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8945655290045560378?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8945655290045560378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8945655290045560378&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8945655290045560378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8945655290045560378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/oooh-if-only-you-were-closer.html' title='OOoh if only you were closer.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7505625652413650024</id><published>2009-03-04T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:00:54.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking and Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sa-F49aq0bI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s-wYy06KSxA/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309609699298693554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sa-F49aq0bI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s-wYy06KSxA/s400/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished reading Dans latest post...I tend to read his before catapulting myself into my own writing process. Perhaps looking for some motivation and inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight he wrote on the fact that he likes to think...to spend quality time processing and contemplating. This got me thinking...how funny would it be to know what people were thinking all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure it would be super awkward and disturbing at times...but just think about how hilarious it could be at other times! Oh thinking of this reminded me of that movie "What Women Want" with Mel Gibson. And how there were really funny moments in &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309609126395878386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sa-FXnL_m_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/G2fsGtyZLrA/s400/asf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that, and the joy that it brought him knowing what others were thinking... and then he knew what the woman he was interested in was thinking. Good AND bad.&lt;br /&gt;It could definitely be hurtful to know what people were thinking all the time, and the thing about that is, people change there mind so fast that if you only caught a glimpse of wh&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sa-GkNj-rwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ve2oGjxFH2o/s1600-h/monkey_thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309610442367086338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sa-GkNj-rwI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ve2oGjxFH2o/s400/monkey_thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at they were thinking then you may miss the conclusion...results could be catastrophic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the fluidity of thoughts, how your brain synapses can rapidly fire one thought and catapult it into another, and another and another...an endless cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These cycles can be ridiculously amusing and intriguing, and that is why it would be fun to know what others were thinking at random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK enough thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7505625652413650024?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7505625652413650024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7505625652413650024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7505625652413650024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7505625652413650024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-and-thoughts.html' title='Thinking and Thoughts'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Sa-F49aq0bI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s-wYy06KSxA/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8967971134210851900</id><published>2009-03-01T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:58:44.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...funny how fast pictures of me become dated. This was taken early Nov. I no longer have that hair colour or those glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8967971134210851900?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8967971134210851900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8967971134210851900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8967971134210851900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8967971134210851900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3474187976719243017</id><published>2009-03-01T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:55:36.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you google my name this will be the #1 thing found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Megan Hazelton [Middle School Pastor]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                       &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="8" height="300"&gt;                    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td width="204"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.centralheightschurch.com/about/images/megan.jpg" alt="Megan Hazelton" border="2" width="150" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;            &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s funny to think I’m considered old by some, mid twenties to a middle school youth is ancient, while I’m considered young to others. This is why youth ministry is the place for me; I get to be an adult but act like a youth because it’s my “job”! Acting weird, being ridiculously loud and doing crazy things are not the only reason why I love what I do. I get the opportunity to walk along side and support youth who are starting to discover who they are in Christ. Whether they’ve known Jesus all their lives or have yet to call Him saviour it is an awesome adventure to journey with them!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some answers to frequently asked questions: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, I do not remember my natural hair colour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="font-size:large"&gt;Yes, that is my real laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=""&gt;I went to Columbia Bible College where I got a BA in Youth Work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=""&gt;I Have three brothers, three sister in laws, one sister, one brother in law and eight nieces and nephews!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=""&gt;My parents live in Fort Langley in the house my siblings and I grew up in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=""&gt;I enjoy reading, the theatre, visual arts, long boarding and traveling!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=""&gt;Sushi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=""&gt;I love music and have a large, eclectic collection. If you were to look on my iPod for recently played you’d see: One Republic, Adele, Snow Patrol, Kanye West, Jonas Brothers &amp;amp; Relient K. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...God only knows if this will be there come June!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3474187976719243017?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3474187976719243017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3474187976719243017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3474187976719243017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3474187976719243017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-google-my-name-this-will-be-1.html' title='If you google my name this will be the #1 thing found.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6888187155887295389</id><published>2009-02-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:47:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"My soul followeth hard after thee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        ...thy right hand upholdeth me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While reading the first couple of pages of AW Tozers "The Pursuit of God" I was so interested that at this time, early 1900's, he writes about how we need to chase after God, how people are getting caught up in the programs, and getting so busy and yadda yadda yadda. This is not a new struggle! He talks of how we need to hunger and thirst for the Lord really "follow hard after him". I've read Psalm 63 a ton, it's one of my favorites. A couple of weeks ago I got stuck on verse 8 "My soul clings to you" I just loved that imagery, it's not just a desire but a strong sense of necessity, a longing. Then Towser wrote the KJV "My soul followeth hard after thee..." So beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was today of what a beautiful picture this verse is of our relationship with God. We are to pursue God, thirst and hunger for him, to chase after him...yet we're already with him. We are to long for his presence yet are already there. We are in his right hand. We are saved, we are righteous in his sight, not by works but by who he is. He holds on to us as we cling to him. It's like a beautiful oxymoron, we chase yet we stand still. We are saved but our salvation doesn't end with a prayer, it begins. We work out our salvation in fear and trembling as we enter into the throne room, yet we are free to sit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about that image, and how it seems pointless...we're chasing and pursuing but not getting anywhere. I knew this wasn't the case but thats how it sort or reads. And I thought of a treadmill, because you run and run and run, but you don't get anywhere! You're stationary. However you still feel the effects of it, it is still healthy, you work your muscles, you strengthen your heart. . . . I followeth hard after thee, thy right hand upholdeth me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307008727222251714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SaZIUdX68MI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RMlYgGvhj_o/s400/treadmill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-6888187155887295389?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6888187155887295389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6888187155887295389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6888187155887295389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6888187155887295389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-soul-followeth-hard-after-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SaZIUdX68MI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RMlYgGvhj_o/s72-c/treadmill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8767517628733534873</id><published>2009-02-22T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:37:44.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion with old friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a dork. The above line refers to the characters of Harry Potter. As you may know *if you read my blog* I was re-reading The Half Blood Prince. I finished it today and started devouring the seventh and final book "The Deathly Hallows".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy these books and have missed them... the characters that is. They make me laugh and yes Cry. They make me think, ponder and question. I know, I know they are fictional characters yadda yadda yadda and some may view I'm being swayed by magic and the occult...to that I say, nay! I understand if you dont want to read it, Pauls words in 1 Corinthians rings clear. However tonight I referenced Harrys plight in life to a friend who is struggling with apathy and a disconcerning situation. For them it was a reference that made it clear, a reference that actually illuminated her journey with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also just realized that writing your thoughts, voicing your oppinions is a scary, precarious thing. So often your words are misconstrewed, misunderstood and mis-represented...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SaJEH2qyCJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/n-cLDzC-q0s/s1600-h/vb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305878212720593042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SaJEH2qyCJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/n-cLDzC-q0s/s400/vb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8767517628733534873?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8767517628733534873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8767517628733534873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8767517628733534873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8767517628733534873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/reunion-with-old-friends.html' title='Reunion with old friends'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SaJEH2qyCJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/n-cLDzC-q0s/s72-c/vb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7890545447220676505</id><published>2009-02-18T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:17:56.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication overload.</title><content type='html'>Texting. Phone Call. Email. Msn Messenger. Facebook. Facebook Chat. Blogging. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wrote a blog about texting, and the fact he doesn't like it. I text him a reply because I believe myself to be witty. Meanwhile I'm also talking the them msn. I could be talking to them on facebook as well, but alas I signed off facebook chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that did not disapoint me this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-reading Potter #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - "We're not going to Guam are we?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7890545447220676505?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7890545447220676505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7890545447220676505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7890545447220676505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7890545447220676505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/communication-overload.html' title='Communication overload.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1473310491977712966</id><published>2009-02-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:26:37.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had the grossest sleep I've had in a long time. I think I may have had a fever because I woke up sweating, which only ever happens if I'm sleeping in the Gambia or I have a fever. I woke up several times to go to the bathroom. I woke up several other times just to fuss about and turn over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now sundays are my get up and face the world, early day. 6:45 that ridiculous phone plays some ridiculous song to wake me up. So often I take a nap when I get home from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to church, and felt very encouraged by the service and the people and it was all around wonderful just like God. And it was sunny and a day full of hope and beauty. I thought about going for a walk or longboarding...however I was sooo stupid tired. So...end of day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I layed down at aprox. 2 and set my alarm for 4. I woke up at 2:30 and had to pee. I woke up at 3 because I got a phone call. I woke up at 4 because my alarm went off. I woke up at 5:05 because I'd fallen back asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beginning of day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke u&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SZkUrJ5mpQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0TcAlfxiyl4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292767829927170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SZkUrJ5mpQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0TcAlfxiyl4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p, read some more Potter *re-reading #6* and then headed out for Citywide. This is a city ...wide... worship night for the youth of abbotsford. It's held at CBC, where I graduated from so it was awesome I saw a bunch of guys I graduated with, and then a bunch of my youth showed up. To be honest I was nervous because I'd never been "out" with my youth... haha funny right? but it all went well and I got some sweet opportunities to connect with some I dont know well, and pray with others, it was good. I came home finished watching accepted with Carly, Than and Benny...laughed. And now I'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of day Two...almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pointless Blog? Sure, but today was a great day. 2 in 1 Sunday was both on great accounts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SZkURlNfRyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZgoaF-ht7-U/s1600-h/acceptedposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292328484488994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SZkURlNfRyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZgoaF-ht7-U/s400/acceptedposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1473310491977712966?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1473310491977712966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1473310491977712966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1473310491977712966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1473310491977712966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-in-1.html' title='2 in 1'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SZkUrJ5mpQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0TcAlfxiyl4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5284142351131148474</id><published>2009-02-11T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:32:19.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Article</title><content type='html'>I wrote this for our church "magazine" ...it was 11 at night, and I didn't edit it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting across from a young girl, who is obviously in love with the Lord and actively pursuing him, a small truth became a big one for me. Parents have the chance to have a huge impact on their children spiritually. I had asked her what she was learning from God, and she had mentioned she was reading a book that her mother had recommended and reading through proverbs with a group of her friends. I thought this was amazing; she was devouring a book her mother suggested and reading proverbs! I asked why her and her friends were reading proverbs turns out it was suggested by her friends’ father. It was initiated by a parent. It wasn’t forced upon her or mandatory but suggested, shared with. It was her choice but initiated by a parent.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it many times, where youth do not take initiative in their relationship with God because although their parents may be Christian they are not actively involved in their faith formation.  A relationship is not modeled to them, but merely given face time, it isn’t a way of life but a program that has been downloaded without any thought.&lt;br /&gt;Youth is only two hours out of every week; it would be naive to think that this would be the greatest potential for spiritual formation. Don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to type myself out of a position however I do realize that the home should be the primary teaching ground when it comes to spiritual matters. When a parent engages in conversation with their child about what they are reading in the bible, what they are learning from God and the questions that they have, it provides the youth an opportunity to discuss and formulate their own faith. It helps them discover that they too are capable of having a real relationship with the Father. Lifeline is hopefully a place where youth feel comfortable to come and share, to learn and grow and to be supported by their leaders. Growth, challenge, and equipping takes place at lifeline, but it’s not only coming from a lifeline night, or a over a cup of steamed milk, it’s coming from the home. And that’s a beautiful thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5284142351131148474?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5284142351131148474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5284142351131148474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5284142351131148474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5284142351131148474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/article.html' title='An Article'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6941123928756264183</id><published>2009-02-08T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:14:05.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The list.</title><content type='html'>Last month I posted the beginnings of a sort of to do list. This list is not where I put things that are sort of a "dreams" or "possibilities" but things that I truly desire to see come into fruition and if I can I will work towards them. For ex. I did not put "adopt" on their...because all though it is something that I think I may want to do later in life, I have no idea if I marry if that would be the desire of their heart however I put "to be in a musical' because someday I will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will begin to describe why things are on the list. The frist one I had on my list was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;SKYDIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I know right? Sort of cliche? Phh my theory o&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SY_k15ZBedI/AAAAAAAAAUU/00UU1NkYQ5w/s1600-h/af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300706901028338130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SY_k15ZBedI/AAAAAAAAAUU/00UU1NkYQ5w/s400/af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f cliches is that they are overused for a freakin' reason!! I have skydive on my list, not to seem bold or daring. Partially to seem adventurous sure. But really could you imagine free falling from a freakin' airplane! The turbulence of it all, the breath taking *literally* sensation!? Oh man, I could barely imagine. Yes I'd probably be crapping my pants, and someone might literally have to throw me out of the plane but freakin' eh I'll get out there! I'll be strapped onto someone else, i'll have multiple shoots that I wont even be in charge of opening...but I will jump from a plane! Ahhh I'm scared just thinking about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-6941123928756264183?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6941123928756264183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6941123928756264183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6941123928756264183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6941123928756264183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/list.html' title='The list.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SY_k15ZBedI/AAAAAAAAAUU/00UU1NkYQ5w/s72-c/af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2696861825108016444</id><published>2009-02-04T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:06:15.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in a commitment you do said thing out of obligation. This is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oscar Wilde. I think this man is ridiculously wonderful and witty. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction."&lt;br /&gt;This one made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who being loved is poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the gods want to punish us they answer our prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are made to be loved, not understood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2696861825108016444?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2696861825108016444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2696861825108016444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2696861825108016444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2696861825108016444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/obligation.html' title='Obligation'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7011635585589926382</id><published>2009-02-01T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:17:57.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of the families passed away yesteday, she was only in her 40's.&lt;br /&gt;My chest definitely aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7011635585589926382?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7011635585589926382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7011635585589926382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7011635585589926382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7011635585589926382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/02/friend-of-families-passed-away-yesteday.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6561665761579074421</id><published>2009-01-30T00:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:20:17.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may BE old but atleast I don't LOOK old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While helping my mom pick out glasses a few months back I found frames that I loved and today I went into Iris to check out how much it would be to get a second pair of glasses. Turns out I'm due for an eye exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I'm chatting with the chick helping me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's $90 for an eye exam right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SYK3rShKUBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Y4cyXFTD-ss/s1600-h/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296998066074308626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SYK3rShKUBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Y4cyXFTD-ss/s400/asdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" it's $95 actually, well how old are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" 25."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, then yeah it's $95....you dont look that old"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh, well I get that, heh, I work with youth too soo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh yeah... you look younger"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAH HA, it really looked like she was confused! So there you have it, I may be getting older *no I'm not old* but I don't look it, I sure hope that sticks for the rest of my life! I shall be timeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-6561665761579074421?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6561665761579074421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6561665761579074421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6561665761579074421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6561665761579074421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-may-be-old-but-atleast-i-dont-look.html' title='I may BE old but atleast I don&apos;t LOOK old.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SYK3rShKUBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Y4cyXFTD-ss/s72-c/asdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-9017872609176743538</id><published>2009-01-28T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:19:32.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.two quasi seperate thoughts.</title><content type='html'>.When will I learn I can't be all things to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Lord, allow me to embrace being a woman in ministry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-9017872609176743538?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/9017872609176743538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=9017872609176743538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/9017872609176743538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/9017872609176743538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-quasi-seperate-thoughts.html' title='.two quasi seperate thoughts.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-992483087649001991</id><published>2009-01-25T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:38:38.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only five more minutes left in sunday the 25th. I've been trying to figure something witty to write. Or commical to share. Or earth shattering deep to spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've learned in the past couple of days of another Couple that I know are to be maried this year! I lost count of how many newlyweds/almost weds/newly engaged people I know...it's CRAZY! It'd definitely that stage in life I suppose. And I counted how many weddings I've been to/invited to and it's a RIDICULOUS amount...although I have a large family. I love weddings though I think they're great fun, especially if they have dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for my dear friends who are getting married, such an exciting time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is so important that people dont look for completion in marriage, that people dont look to their soon to be spouse and expect them to fill every desire, every longing, every part of their soul with love and acceptance. That only comes from the Lord and I think it can be damaging to a relationship to expect all that from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look at married couples and think...really? They found someone? Isnt' that horrible!!! How ridiculous is that hey? I almost want to slap myself for thinking it, however I have... and it usually follows with, then why the crap can't I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight i'm off to bed. hahah my friend is staying on facebook until I go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-992483087649001991?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/992483087649001991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=992483087649001991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/992483087649001991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/992483087649001991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-five-more-minutes-left-in-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1076870994713131986</id><published>2009-01-21T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:28:23.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabber mouth megan</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm staying at Corrie and Natasha's ....you may not know them but I think everyone in the world should. They're amazing. ANYWAYS I came to watch LOST...OH MAN DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED......SOOO GOOD! I came early and talked....and talked...and talked. I've had a very full couple days, and haven't seen them since before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this because well, I have a lot to say. I feel at times I'm bursting with thoughts and random things of non importance and other times of great importance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I could go into the LOST world, I'd like to visit with Ben Linus...such an intreguing, manipulative little man. I'd also like to hang out with Charlie...but that's not an option. Then Sawyer &amp;amp; Desmond.  Then Hurley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I forgot what I was going to write....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1076870994713131986?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1076870994713131986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1076870994713131986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1076870994713131986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1076870994713131986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/blabber-mouth-megan.html' title='blabber mouth megan'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7033859219434242553</id><published>2009-01-21T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:35:42.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how the world turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7033859219434242553?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7033859219434242553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7033859219434242553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7033859219434242553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7033859219434242553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-how-world-turns.html' title='oh how the world turns'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-6996111570571823231</id><published>2009-01-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:05:57.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight I had a gr. 8 guy running around slapping people in the face with a hot dog. Yep, he had hot dogs for dinner and thought it would be a great idea to bring a few along. Welcome to my life as a middle school pastor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293654400896302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SXbWoXEbf1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/FOZg6gTXU8M/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-6996111570571823231?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/6996111570571823231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=6996111570571823231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6996111570571823231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/6996111570571823231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/dinner-to-go.html' title='Dinner to go.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SXbWoXEbf1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/FOZg6gTXU8M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2239037860449510470</id><published>2009-01-18T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:47:46.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SXOjTCBKzmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fQVE6sqFHAM/s1600-h/key_art_scrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292753534445080162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SXOjTCBKzmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fQVE6sqFHAM/s400/key_art_scrubs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching good ol' scrubs, I decided a few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Spinich dip is amazing, but the spinich tends to get stuck in zee teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Zach Braff is a very fine looking man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I would start to compile a list of things I want to do during my life. It's going to be long, and one that I continually add to. I've mentally had one for a long time, but I forget some or I've done some and I have no record of it...well obviously memories of the things I have done...ANYWAYS ...man I'm really good at rambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Skydive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Learn guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Be in a musical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Longboard in Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Go to Greece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Live in: England *atleast a year* &amp;amp; New York *atleast 6 months*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Learn Signlanguage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- swim with Dolphins and Sea Turtles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Learn Japanese or Korean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Paint a large canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Visit every state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Own a beagel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Get married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MAY steal the format Dan uses and go back to the list and explain why it's on the list and all that jazz...we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2239037860449510470?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2239037860449510470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2239037860449510470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2239037860449510470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2239037860449510470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/list.html' title='A list.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SXOjTCBKzmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fQVE6sqFHAM/s72-c/key_art_scrubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4257006577190705454</id><published>2009-01-16T02:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:52:29.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.trend.</title><content type='html'>It's 2:04 am...*warning this will be long*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go to bed at 1 after watching a couple episodes of Scrubs seasone one *which I bought myself today as a happy birthday me thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt' sleep, my brain wouldn't turn off. So I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Psalm 51 because I heard God say to read it, aparantly I hadn't spent some time cleansing my heart in a while and you know the heart can be like a semi-clogged drain sometimes...the build up...well just keeps on building up. It was refreshing, I prayed it out loud a couple times intermitted with thoughts and iniquities. Then I ambled to the kitchen and ate some trail mix...my tummy is still rumbly. Now here I sit and it's if the spirit is slowly filling the void that those confessed things left...it's calming, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there is always a part of me that goes untouched by the spirit, like that little bit of slushy that you can never seem to get out. I know the Lord is in me and I'm 100% his...however that sliver of "human nature" clings on. That sliver that festers. I'll only truly be contented and whole when that sliver is forever removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg, dang tummy, I dont want to eat a ton of crap at 2am but I need something... cereal would be great but I dont have milk neither does my roomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge but I have a bagel toasting while I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my birthday. Yep 25. Crazy, I'm in my mid-twenties. I think I like growing up, I'm still discovering who I am and the many diverse sides of myself. However I'm more founded in who I am. I'm stronger, willing to say more of what I need and want to say not just what I should say. There is a boldness that comes with age, I pray it never becomes cockyness. I'm becoming less selfish in acts and thoughts, less protective *not quite the word I was looking for* of my things but not less materialistic. I'm becoming more aware of my singleness *didn't think that could happen* and more aware of the fact that I truly desire to have a husband and one day a family. I'm softening to the idea of him being my leader and protector...although I'm not letting go of the balance and mutual submission. I'm growing up, however at the core of my being is that little girl who is frightened of what the world gives away and what invades her being. The Lord is good though, and His love truly endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we had Lifegroups *our small groups* for youth. I usually will drive around to the different lifegroup locations and see how things are going, however last tuesday I stayed at one of the gr.8 girl groups. One precious girl asked "Is it ever...wrong to pray....like while you're going to the bathroom...or showering?" She asks as if she was confessing a sin that has been weighing her down for years. I burst out laughing, I quickly reassured her that her question was not invalid and I had thought of that one as well. I perseeded to say she can pray anywhere anytime and that the Lord just doesn't think like we do. It was an honest, totally lagit question. I definatly appriciated that one. I love being a youth pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest questions, ones asked with integrity and a true desire to know the answer are a beautiful but unique set of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think the bagel did it's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just read my title "trend" now I wrote that will thinking of how so many people got into blogging near the end of 06 through 07, I know many were on before and have been loyal. But a vast amount of the people who I knew that jumped on the bandwagon...definatly fell off. Some lasting more than others...but no longer on the ride for sure. Trends are interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say one thing, probably sound lame and so typical of girls and fasion. But seriously the whole scarf trend makes my heart sad. I've been wearing scarfs for years. Not just the winter scarf scarf but the cotton uber trendy oversized hankerchief ones. Now it doesn't make me sad because they're popular. But it does make me sad that I was wearing them before they got popular and will continue to wear them after they are popular but I will be seen as stuck behind the times because I'm still wearing them! I'm definatly not saying I started this trend because I sure didn't. However I will say this...out of my friends I definatly was wearing them before most if not all. Just putting that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should print off all my blog and put it in "Journal". I may not write as honest as if it were my journal journal...but aleast I can read it *seriously my journal is pretty illegible at times* and I often write more because writing by hand takes more effort and a lot more time. I shall do that one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, I spend way to much time on facebook and online for sure. I think its highly based on the fact that I, like everyone else, wants to feel connected. Even writing this is a way to stay connected. A way to ensure peole know what I'm thinking and still around. I have a lot of friends *not to sound cocky* but I really do. However it seems that its' spread out like an over sized cookie and has become vast and thin. I spend my time with people in coffee shops or food establishments catching up the month(s) because there hasn't been time to just connect. Hanging out with multiple peole is few and far between these days unless they're my youth staff. I love talking, I love connecting, and listening. It's the heartbeat of who I am. But it's a lot of work, and I'm tired. I need adventure, crazy stunts and just plan ol' hangin' out to refresh my soul. I'm tired of being the care taker. Perhaps this is why I cling to facebook and now this blog...I am tired of playing catch up so this is me grasping at staying in the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I could go on... and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed typing this blog, don't feel bad if you skipped to this part because it's the last sentence. I forgive you. Go ponder something and write it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4257006577190705454?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4257006577190705454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4257006577190705454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4257006577190705454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4257006577190705454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/trend.html' title='.trend.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7490623241891115075</id><published>2009-01-14T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:54:53.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the show that has waltzed into my life this past month. It's glorious, bright in colour and wit, quarky, and full of great characters. I strongly recommend it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291343558798889474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6g7pbCUgI/AAAAAAAAATU/VcMrhSqEgNk/s400/edg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The premice is The Pie Maker, Ned can touch things and bring the back to life, with a few stipulations such as if he touches this person or thing again it dies ...again, and if he brings this person or thing to life for more than a minute something or someone else must die.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6g8IaOK0I/AAAAAAAAATk/P4iXwSB9zUI/s1600-h/sdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291343567116970818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6g8IaOK0I/AAAAAAAAATk/P4iXwSB9zUI/s400/sdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He brought his childhood sweatheart (Charlotte or Chuck as Ned admiringly calls her) back to life, and yes someone else died. Now they are in love but can not touch else she will be undead no more but merely dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6g7xva3oI/AAAAAAAAATc/QwYEaay7LlA/s1600-h/geektv_pushing_daisies_350px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291343561031868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6g7xva3oI/AAAAAAAAATc/QwYEaay7LlA/s400/geektv_pushing_daisies_350px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ned owns "The Pie Hole" a brilliantly named pie place and is also a partner of Emerson who is a private eye, together they wake the dead, solve murders and collect the rewards. Olive works in the pie shop and is irreversibly in love with The Pie Maker. Digby is Neds childhood dog...and yes it was ran over once. Chuck has two aunts with mood disorders whom she can not see because she is suppose to be dead. Yep, a cast full of crazies...it's phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh in case you couldn't guess, my new celebrity crush is definitely the Pie Maker himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291346443873218642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6jjlKW8FI/AAAAAAAAATs/zryQS9SHs14/s400/Pushing-Daisies-tv-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7490623241891115075?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7490623241891115075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7490623241891115075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7490623241891115075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7490623241891115075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-show-that-has-waltz-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SW6g7pbCUgI/AAAAAAAAATU/VcMrhSqEgNk/s72-c/edg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7801630496720407384</id><published>2009-01-11T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:50:18.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I love technichalities</title><content type='html'>...that's probably spelt wrong but I'm too tired to check the lovely dictionary.com. Well it's TECHNICALLY sunday today. 12:45 in the morning, just because I haven't been to sleep yet, or awaken yet in this day, doesn't mean it's not sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Tomorrow...ahem rather today is going to be a bit of a Chaotic one so I may not get a chance to write, and I dont want to botch my commitment on the second go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be up in 5 hours. I'm not going to lie, this whole being to work at 7:45 on sunday mornings is a difficult one for me. If you are unaware, I sleep...a lot. I love sleep. I'm a night owl however so that means I enjoy sleeping in. I didnt' actually get out of bed until like 12:30 today BAH HA. it's a tad ridiculous seeing as I'm almost a 25 year old woman however it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a new show that is topping my charts and also a new celebraty crush...I'll tell you all about it in my next post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289955559344477074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SWmyjchUk5I/AAAAAAAAATM/0CcYyhErpsU/s400/lee-pace-pushing-daisies-photo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7801630496720407384?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7801630496720407384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7801630496720407384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7801630496720407384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7801630496720407384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-love-technichalities.html' title='Sometimes I love technichalities'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SWmyjchUk5I/AAAAAAAAATM/0CcYyhErpsU/s72-c/lee-pace-pushing-daisies-photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1651858661663838796</id><published>2009-01-07T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:24:49.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.The Commitment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I'm sort of a pushover. Or perhaps I'm just easy going. But if I'm thinking about something, or are undecided, on the edge about something I can be easily swayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I was talking to my friend Dan who made a commitment in 2008 to write on his blog twice a week and has bumped it to three times for 2009. . . and now somehow I've committed to writing twice a week, so you can expect a new post on sundays' and wednesdays' from me. Now I'm sure I will forget every now and again, but I will strive to honor this committment. The only thing is I never said for how long.. hmmm intersting. Although I figure its for a year, that seems like a long time. However I will break my fear of committment and say it's for the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here it is the first wednesday of the committment...and the first post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288773870938208674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SWV_0IKjuaI/AAAAAAAAATE/Wf1noVTzTj4/s400/ronald+weasly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1651858661663838796?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1651858661663838796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1651858661663838796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1651858661663838796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1651858661663838796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/commitment.html' title='.The Commitment.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SWV_0IKjuaI/AAAAAAAAATE/Wf1noVTzTj4/s72-c/ronald+weasly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1355256378332697371</id><published>2009-01-04T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:36:39.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and before you know it it's 2009!</title><content type='html'>And just like that 2 months are gone! Gone I say! Well about ten minutes ago I was feeling ever so ready to post a nice big juicy blog....that was ten minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've had my first slush while the snow was falling mmmm slushie&lt;br /&gt;- I've had my first 3.5 hour nap&lt;br /&gt;- I've not watched lost (...that won't last)&lt;br /&gt;- I've wondered if this will be the year for that "special" relationship (cheese mmm I can dig it)&lt;br /&gt;- I've been to the states and said goodbye to a dear friend (they're back overseas)&lt;br /&gt;- I've struggled with my "calling"&lt;br /&gt;- I've struggled with where that calling is&lt;br /&gt;- I've laughed&lt;br /&gt;- I've missed dear friends who are no longer close&lt;br /&gt;- I've written my frist blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1355256378332697371?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1355256378332697371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1355256378332697371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1355256378332697371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1355256378332697371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-before-you-know-it-its-2009.html' title='and before you know it it&apos;s 2009!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4869879789148962053</id><published>2008-10-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:13:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the overwhelming feeling has settled in for the night</title><content type='html'>Wow! I can't believe I've been a pastor for two weeks! It's been a totally interesting ride! Ups and downs but a lot of excitment and phrases that sound like..." I can't believe I get paid to hang out with kids/go to ..." the list goes on! that's the incredible part. Yesterday though was the dude before me's last day in the office and once he left the onus of it all really hit me. But the Lord has been reminding me why he has brought me to this place, what its' truly about and to go slow. Man our God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, yes halloween day I picked up the keys to my apartment!! I have an apartment! I'm not just renting a room from a friend, but I have an apartment...a very empty one but it's there! And now I need a roomate like asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO WOO anyways... HAPPY HALLOWEEN :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4869879789148962053?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4869879789148962053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4869879789148962053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4869879789148962053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4869879789148962053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/10/overwhelming-feeling-has-settled-in-for.html' title='the overwhelming feeling has settled in for the night'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5202222201201751953</id><published>2008-10-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:52:28.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Youth Pastor.</title><content type='html'>...crazy! Last night I got the call I've been waiting for over the last month and a Half. As of 9:45 last night I'm officially the Middle School Pastor at Central Heights Church in Abbotsford, BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm still in shock. I'm so excited and I know that God has been guiding this decision every step of the way. My cofidence is only in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, a new adventure begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5202222201201751953?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5202222201201751953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5202222201201751953&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5202222201201751953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5202222201201751953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-youth-pastor.html' title='I&apos;m a Youth Pastor.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4592832962853123993</id><published>2008-10-12T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:24:50.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*GOOBLE GOOBLE*</title><content type='html'>Well it's sunday evening, the house has returned to it's silent aoundtrack after being full of boisterous Hazeltons all day. Thanksgiving 2008 another great success, full of thankfulness, way too much food, family, friends and way too much food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a lot to be thankful for, however I will not make a list but know that in my heart I praise the Lord for who he is and what he has done for us, and what he is doing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that my dear friends Ryan and Melissa are engaged! OH JOY! It's so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disapointment of the day...no american football...seriously I need to find an american household to invade on their thanksgivin' because all I wanted to do was play football on thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in 1957 is the year that Canada put out legislation declaring the reason for a "holiday" for giving thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"For general thanksgiving to Almighty God for the blessings with which the people of Canada have been favoured&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously cool right? This wasn't the first thanksgiving however it was then that it was decided to have it on every second monday of October and the final reason. And for the past 51 years it has been so...and with all the persecution of Christians in India and Iraq right now I'm truly thankful to the Almighty God for the blessings of freedom we have in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4592832962853123993?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4592832962853123993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4592832962853123993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4592832962853123993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4592832962853123993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/10/gooble-gooble.html' title='*GOOBLE GOOBLE*'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-315705484489037351</id><published>2008-10-07T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:28:17.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to something called the "Passion Tour" it's a world tour with 17 stops in the worlds major cities. It's a night of worship through singing, praying and hearing for Gods word. It's focus is  college age kids. It was really encouraging. 10,000 students together with the focus of praising and giving fame back to the one name who deserves it, Jesus. Chris Tomlin and the David Crowder Band lead worship. Here are a few thoughts from tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was incredible that God gave this vision/dream to someone and I was participating in someones dream coming into fruition. God spoke to someone they obeyed and now thousands upon thousands of people are joining together to praise his name. This huge event started out as a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At times I can be cinical or rather to put it in a more "neat" word, critical. My time at bible college taught be how to be critical, which I think is a very important quality that many Christians shy away from however I suppose that I can critique to the point of cinisicsm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The speaker dude, whom I honesty can't remember the name of... told a students testimony. It was very moving, powerful and encouraging. She ended up being killed in a car accident three months after entering a relationship with Jesus, however her life continues to encourage others. Anyways the speaker read from her journal.... my hypothosis is that this journal will soon be sold in Christian books stores across North American very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a dream for the future that I rarely tell people but has been with me for a long time. No no its' not to be in a musical, everyone should know that already! I believe one day it will happen there are just a lot of steps before it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. COOL STORY. One of the people I saw there had given me a name of a girl who needed a roomate. I was looking for a roomate/place so I met up with this girl and she was awesome! The place was pretty nice, I got along SO well with this chick and would have had a blast living with her and rent was super cheap! All things seemed to fit well except that I didn't feel kosher about living there. For some reason I didnt' feel good about the situation and struggled wether I should move in. After thinking about it I told the girl it wouldnt' work out. It just couldnt' put my finger on why I didnt' want to move in, and the reasons I thought of were lame and sounded like poor excuses. ANYWAYS the dude I saw told me that this girl actually ended up moving back to Kelowna because she felt called to work with the youth up there! SO I would have been screwed if I had moved there! Honeslty God is so good! I was floored, because this fits into a much bigger story than this....all that needs to be said is that God is totally watching my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-315705484489037351?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/315705484489037351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=315705484489037351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/315705484489037351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/315705484489037351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-something-called-passion-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-825892857584499339</id><published>2008-10-02T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:55:31.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WAS I THINKING!</title><content type='html'>OH boy, I've been looking through old photos, diggin' through jounals and sorting through memories. I remember these years way differnet than the stories the pictures tell hahaha, I was stylish and cool, funky in my own little way....so I thought. NO all I can think i, Seriously though, SERIOUSLY how do I have so many freakin' friends. I was a big dork ...I'm sure most people have those feelings while looking at old photos but...seriously!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I'm in a time of waiting. I've been for oooh over a month now. Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-825892857584499339?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/825892857584499339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=825892857584499339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/825892857584499339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/825892857584499339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='WHAT WAS I THINKING!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4018935112501608398</id><published>2008-08-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:33:38.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLaShBacK!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here's the thing. This summer I was working at camp. Well that's done. It was truly an adventure. Exausting but good. And now I have some down time YAY. It's been great, I've been able to catch up with a lot of people. The funny thing is, I've reverted back to my high school summer days. Get home late, go on the computer until really late then sleep in REALLY late hahaha. it's been interesting...but not my cup of tea. This morning I had no where to go, no one to see.... complete bliss right... well bring on high school days! I've spent the morning, checking email, watching muchmusic *mtv but canadian style* and am now currently watching the OC *however i've never watched this show...* Maybe I should be opening a book...id feel less high school..... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4018935112501608398?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4018935112501608398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4018935112501608398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4018935112501608398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4018935112501608398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/08/flashback.html' title='FLaShBacK!!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7927068018667282779</id><published>2008-04-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:34:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.the fullness of God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL9XBeP2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/gygnQMcQS0U/s1600-h/IMG_3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189356188161949538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL9XBeP2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/gygnQMcQS0U/s400/IMG_3195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL93BeP3I/AAAAAAAAAME/PgovoP3KTD4/s1600-h/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189356196751884146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL93BeP3I/AAAAAAAAAME/PgovoP3KTD4/s400/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL-HBeP4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/YdBBTlGe3LM/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189356201046851458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL-HBeP4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/YdBBTlGe3LM/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL-XBeP5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ehj5Xqt-r0c/s1600-h/IMG_3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189356205341818770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL-XBeP5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ehj5Xqt-r0c/s400/IMG_3223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I handed in my last assignments and took my last exam as a Columbia Bible College student. It was a bittersweet day full of emotions that I can not grasp enought to put down in words. i shall not write much at this point in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat on my balcony today, took in the sights, thought, wrote and praised God for the work that he has done in my life through my time at CBC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know the fullness of God but I will forever seek to push further into it and thankful that He's welcomed me as far as I've gone thus far on my journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7927068018667282779?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7927068018667282779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7927068018667282779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7927068018667282779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7927068018667282779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/04/fullness-of-god.html' title='.the fullness of God.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SARL9XBeP2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/gygnQMcQS0U/s72-c/IMG_3195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-356379479473831296</id><published>2008-03-05T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:51:33.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to the brilliant COLONEL...</title><content type='html'>this will be my summer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174531431338522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8-g68QGt0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/w09UiJYQCR4/s400/n563245322_2358321_6637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Jack-a-mo (my co-APD) M:The Colonel (our fearless leader) R: Myself (Black Cherry Jones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working as assistant program director at Camp Luther this summer starting the end of april. it's going to be the biggest and bestest gong show ever! *laughs hard and shakes head* so good. soo good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-356379479473831296?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/356379479473831296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=356379479473831296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/356379479473831296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/356379479473831296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-to-brilliant-colonel.html' title='Thanks to the brilliant COLONEL...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8-g68QGt0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/w09UiJYQCR4/s72-c/n563245322_2358321_6637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7835458796971432377</id><published>2008-02-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:40:14.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bellingham was just a wee bit cooler today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8PCIpGG2xI/AAAAAAAAALc/5--9LSVX02o/s1600-h/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171190250877672210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8PCIpGG2xI/AAAAAAAAALc/5--9LSVX02o/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8PCJJGG2yI/AAAAAAAAALk/2q59IwhHdac/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171190259467606818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8PCJJGG2yI/AAAAAAAAALk/2q59IwhHdac/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8PCJZGG2zI/AAAAAAAAALs/rm4pxEzrf_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7835458796971432377?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7835458796971432377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7835458796971432377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7835458796971432377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7835458796971432377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/02/bellingham-was-just-wee-bit-cooler.html' title='bellingham was just a wee bit cooler today...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8PCIpGG2xI/AAAAAAAAALc/5--9LSVX02o/s72-c/IMG_2159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2716910867189264896</id><published>2008-02-24T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:44:35.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRECTIONS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not only did I totally masacre the word "abyss" I also totally wrote the lyrics wrong to Mika's hit Grace Kelly. it's totally "I could be BROWN, I could be BLUE, I could be violet sky." WOW what was I thinking!!Anyways my lovelies! Just so you know Mika was amazing!! I'm now proud to be a fan haha. The past week has been great... my mind is heart is full of great thoughts and tensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things current to me as of right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Listening to: Jon Foremans solo album "winter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talking to my sister in law Nicole about Disneyland **73 days!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the few seconds it took to write that, I'm not listening to The Midway State - a Toronto band that opened for Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I realized I've just wasted the last hour on facebook, msn, wandering the apartment, and now blogger. yowsers time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why this weekend was pleasant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it was aparant why I loved BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcvZGG2qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dP4uE_sutIM/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170797291434859170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcvZGG2qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dP4uE_sutIM/s400/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8Jcu5GG2pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R55lBAIwMfY/s1600-h/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170797282844924562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8Jcu5GG2pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R55lBAIwMfY/s400/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to visit my parents and saw my granny, Auntys and Cousin and had some "high tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcwJGG2sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FuXKizv50PI/s1600-h/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170797304319761090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcwJGG2sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FuXKizv50PI/s400/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcvpGG2rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pyIa8V6EAXs/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170797295729826482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcvpGG2rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pyIa8V6EAXs/s400/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. went for a walk and talk with me momsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. enjoyed some good times with work peeps which envolved guitar hero, guitar, cranium and "what about bob?" ... classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. had some quality time with my niece Ella &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170800186242816722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JfX5GG2tI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VBC3a3YIE1Y/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JjlpGG2wI/AAAAAAAAALU/jfca7CQTd08/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170804820512529154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JjlpGG2wI/AAAAAAAAALU/jfca7CQTd08/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*just so you know that has both our hand drawn out with a heart that she drew between it!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. had some amazing talks with friends. communication is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The youth group I'm working with now is amazing, and I was invited to one of their suprise parties..haha, so cute and rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.the realization that life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I'm a fan of the people in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2716910867189264896?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2716910867189264896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2716910867189264896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2716910867189264896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2716910867189264896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/02/corrections.html' title='CORRECTIONS.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R8JcvZGG2qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dP4uE_sutIM/s72-c/IMG_2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3454094161347037448</id><published>2008-02-15T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:24:57.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be blue, I could be Green...</title><content type='html'>I COULD BE VIOLET SKY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Friends. So it's been a while. *classic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to the MIKA show. Most of you probably have no clue who he is, but he's the crazy high pitched singer of "Grace Kelly" and "Love today" man these songs are catchy. I got tickets from my roomy and her boyfriend for my birthday. It's going to be hilarious. oh boy oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm off to a Camp Luther Retreat on Seymour mountain tomorrow morning. I found out last week that I got hired as the Assistant Program Director for the summer and I am soo STOKED about it! It will be super challenging but so radicle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has really been doing a lot of work within me and it's been hard but exillerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduate in April then have four months planned out but after that..... its like the great obys...how do you spell that? Obis.. obbis..whatever it's the great unknown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I grow weary of this, haha and I have a lot to do before I get ready for the show!! Have a beautiful day wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3454094161347037448?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3454094161347037448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3454094161347037448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3454094161347037448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3454094161347037448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-could-be-blue-i-could-be-green.html' title='I could be blue, I could be Green...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-1268912274820761334</id><published>2007-12-13T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:18:50.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.as Christians we cheapen God.</title><content type='html'>.... upon reading that, it may seem like a harsh statmen however after talking to my roomate about some friends, and the difference she's noticed between SOME Christians and those who don't claim to know God I began thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I think we bring God into things, prayer especially, as a sweet coating to cover over scars and issues, to seem like we care yet it is only to "deal" with it. we may even have the best intentions to pray for people when they ask or to pray for them when we hear about crappy situations. And dont get me wrong prayer is essential and beautiful and a deep connection with the Lord. However we throw the thought of it out there with little meaning. We cheapen God by bringing him into things without meaning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think at times, we may not know how to deal with something, or how to react, so we throw out the I'll pray for you and then jet. man alive prayer is key! BUT we are called to be Christ to the hurting. Christ never used prayer as an escape goat! we may not have all the answers, we may have nothing to say but for crying in the soup kitchen lets not use prayer to get us out of genuinly caring for people! i'm' not saying this is what we're always doing when we say we'll pray for you. it's not. YET lets be so intentional about praying with people right then and there, for genuinly praying out of care and love for that person, pray because it is all you can think of to do but not because you dont know what else to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i think we should follow up, if we pray for someone, ask how they are doing, a couple of days later, a week, a month later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways thanks for reading my mini-rant/ thought process...it's more for myself I suppose. I no longer want to cheapen our Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-1268912274820761334?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/1268912274820761334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=1268912274820761334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1268912274820761334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/1268912274820761334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-christians-we-cheapen-god.html' title='.as Christians we cheapen God.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5539167152446971861</id><published>2007-12-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:07:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ... want....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;TO BE IN A MUSICAL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LbuzhNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZZ8yqi_Hxz8/s1600-h/sdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142606295042589906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LbuzhNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZZ8yqi_Hxz8/s400/sdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... this one actaully, seriously I think i was suppose to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141K7uzhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a2Jool0KkG8/s1600-h/ag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141K7uzhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a2Jool0KkG8/s1600-h/ag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this musical... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LLuzhMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mr1dPwZ89WY/s1600-h/hairspray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142606290747622594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LLuzhMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mr1dPwZ89WY/s400/hairspray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LbuzhOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rt2TXPQVVlE/s1600-h/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142606295042589922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LbuzhOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rt2TXPQVVlE/s400/asdf.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141K7uzhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a2Jool0KkG8/s1600-h/ag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142606286452655282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141K7uzhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a2Jool0KkG8/s400/ag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no it's not JUST so I could dance and sing with someone such as this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... i'm being vulnerable with you here... I REALLY REALLY love to sing and dance and musicals are seriously so rad to me. Oooh one day my dream will come true ONE DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's who behind the do!??! MEGAN HAZELTON!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5539167152446971861?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5539167152446971861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5539167152446971861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5539167152446971861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5539167152446971861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want.html' title='i ... want....'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R141LbuzhNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZZ8yqi_Hxz8/s72-c/sdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2718546200287485498</id><published>2007-12-06T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:43:32.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst having a conversation with a friend they asked me where Capernwray Hall was and I proceded to describe where it was .... which led me to think of Carnforth which ultimatley made me think of the Carnforth bookshop! My favorite bookshop in the world. SO I googled it and found it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140769135666627698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s400/shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"About the book &lt;div&gt;storeCarnforth Bookshop was established in 1977 and today it has over 100,000 Second Hand and Antiquarian books situated in 14 rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors. The bookstore also buys books and book collections. If you are unable to find a desired book in the shop, the staff can provide a no obligation, free book search service. Carnforth bookshop also has an extensive selection of new books (located on the ground floor), they also stock a wide range of cards, gifts, toys, art materials and stationery.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-9f3rWuWYA/RzMIMu0_egI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hwVBk-5f8xY/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is not the bookstore but the carnforth train station. the first place I was at in carnforth. After a long day of traveling by myself from Vancouver Canada, to Heathrow London, to Gatwick Manchester then finally to Carnforth!! Seriously I remeber being soo nervous at the station, struggling to get out a 25pence coin to let the school know i had arrived. You see I was late getting to school..but that's another story... so there outside the station I awaited my ride. .. which again is another story involving cars on the wrong side of the road, a crazy swedish driver and my first driving experience in englad. NEAR DEATH. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140772532985758866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1exYbuzhJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_VJ-je4-ZvI/s400/images.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1ezq7uzhKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P_R_J9sYW2k/s1600-h/pd_h1-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140775049836594338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1ezq7uzhKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P_R_J9sYW2k/s400/pd_h1-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the strip! I can just smell carnforth air...and the smell of all the shops, the feel of the streets...AHHH i miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1exGbuzhII/AAAAAAAAAJc/p62ox21Gwic/s1600-h/REX022_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140772223748113538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1exGbuzhII/AAAAAAAAAJc/p62ox21Gwic/s400/REX022_003.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I purchased a complete works of Shakespeare in the Carnforth bookstore...it was from 1898 or something crazy like that. It's beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well perhaps one day in the near future I will be back in good ol' Carnforth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2718546200287485498?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2718546200287485498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2718546200287485498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2718546200287485498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2718546200287485498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/12/whilst-having-conversation-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/R1euSruzhHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/D9659xhjLPs/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5896118419947316315</id><published>2007-11-08T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:33:30.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RzQNPWMpnsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/x47aicTNBQ8/s1600-h/st.louis+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740432789675714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RzQNPWMpnsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/x47aicTNBQ8/s320/st.louis+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5896118419947316315?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5896118419947316315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5896118419947316315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5896118419947316315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5896118419947316315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RzQNPWMpnsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/x47aicTNBQ8/s72-c/st.louis+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2102198326419315960</id><published>2007-10-31T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:50:08.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meet Me in St. Louis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl0MyryMTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/t5z7Fq6zXPo/s1600-h/L16NFCAP2MLG1CAD2AN3UCA0NRUAYCATHWL3UCAHU6MMMCAR5RMJPCA6ROY7TCABWYUB7CAWGGWIKCAPEY8HZCA7CHEG6CAIV15XQCAH8MOH8CAGTUY3KCAUWIAUQCAMV62L4CAN86I7OCAFZEY2PCA34B8NW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127757413850689842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl0MyryMTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/t5z7Fq6zXPo/s320/L16NFCAP2MLG1CAD2AN3UCA0NRUAYCATHWL3UCAHU6MMMCAR5RMJPCA6ROY7TCABWYUB7CAWGGWIKCAPEY8HZCA7CHEG6CAIV15XQCAH8MOH8CAGTUY3KCAUWIAUQCAMV62L4CAN86I7OCAFZEY2PCA34B8NW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2.5 hours *2am* I'll be bording a bus, along with some fellow CBC youth work majors, driving 2 hours to get to Seatle then flying to Chicago O'hare Int. then bording another plan to reach St. Louis at somepoint tomorrow afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl05CryMUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/57fV9KuF8YI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127758174059901250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl05CryMUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/57fV9KuF8YI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been to Missouri! I'm excited to scratch another state off my list. One day I'd like to have been to them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I going you may be asking. To see this of course......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl1OCryMVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eMJ5iwBps4A/s1600-h/dfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127758534837154130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl1OCryMVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eMJ5iwBps4A/s320/dfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kiddin'! Although I'm sure I'll see it that isn't why we're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be attending the National Youth Specialties Youth Conference thingy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where thousands of youth pastors and youth workers get together and have a party. There are a ton of speakers and seminars, concerts etc! It's our time to be the youth.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some quick facts about St. Louis for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The custom of placing chocolate on hotel pillows began here when the actor Cary Grant used chocolate for wooing purposes at the Mayfair Hotel downtown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The St. Louis Cardinals have won more world championships than any other National League team. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first successful parachute jump to be made from a moving airplane was made by Captain Berry at St. Louis, in 1912 **note "successful**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The state animal is the Mule.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl24yryMWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cTVCrIO8bO8/s1600-h/OLMCBCA0XG91OCAJSQADLCA7U745PCACRV9EACA6BA911CAQ0A2KUCA426ICYCATIQ7CQCADAD6G7CA4E5JAVCAOZGPLYCAKY3CAZCAES6U81CAS2K6YKCAES1IOUCAIMS551CA9R55WACAVIOZYLCADHOKOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127760368788189538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl24yryMWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cTVCrIO8bO8/s320/OLMCBCA0XG91OCAJSQADLCA7U745PCACRV9EACA6BA911CAQ0A2KUCA426ICYCATIQ7CQCADAD6G7CA4E5JAVCAOZGPLYCAKY3CAZCAES6U81CAS2K6YKCAES1IOUCAIMS551CA9R55WACAVIOZYLCADHOKOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tallest man in documented medical history was Robert Pershing Wadlow from St. Louis. H&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl25yryMXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_C-ICjv51UA/s1600-h/8VBXUCA4BZ69FCADAAMIUCA37JHGYCA6E56GLCAKNMY12CAWWRR1LCAPVED5GCARU5U5ECAWSP9BQCA8G8I0BCARH4GE6CAFPMO1NCA6GSINZCABJHCP3CA34Z35ACA89GNE3CA8F1DT8CASP3MNNCAASZQ09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127760385968058738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl25yryMXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_C-ICjv51UA/s320/8VBXUCA4BZ69FCADAAMIUCA37JHGYCA6E56GLCAKNMY12CAWWRR1LCAPVED5GCARU5U5ECAWSP9BQCA8G8I0BCARH4GE6CAFPMO1NCA6GSINZCABJHCP3CA34Z35ACA89GNE3CA8F1DT8CASP3MNNCAASZQ09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e was 8 feet, 11.1 inches tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/12496002-2102198326419315960?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2102198326419315960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2102198326419315960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2102198326419315960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2102198326419315960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-me-in-st-louis.html' title='&quot;Meet Me in St. Louis&quot;'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ryl0MyryMTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/t5z7Fq6zXPo/s72-c/L16NFCAP2MLG1CAD2AN3UCA0NRUAYCATHWL3UCAHU6MMMCAR5RMJPCA6ROY7TCABWYUB7CAWGGWIKCAPEY8HZCA7CHEG6CAIV15XQCAH8MOH8CAGTUY3KCAUWIAUQCAMV62L4CAN86I7OCAFZEY2PCA34B8NW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8770721885383642539</id><published>2007-10-29T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:25:21.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a new love in my life. it does not live in one person. it does not reside in one cabin.  it is camp luther. the whole of it. from the ecentric staff to the messy staff room. i love it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127011214822617378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RybNiSryMSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OYDrTN645y0/s320/boofest+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic was taken at boofest *the fall retreat that was just held over the weekend* it was such a blast. i love this pciture because it is so random! and we all know...random. random is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8770721885383642539?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8770721885383642539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8770721885383642539&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8770721885383642539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8770721885383642539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-love.html' title='new love.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RybNiSryMSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OYDrTN645y0/s72-c/boofest+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4343944650060770041</id><published>2007-10-22T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:34:26.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rx2VlUct4hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M6cwYkLkxxM/s1600-h/Ryan+and+Robyns+wedding+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124416419394347538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rx2VlUct4hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M6cwYkLkxxM/s320/Ryan+and+Robyns+wedding+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the rant below was not brought on by this lovely couple. i could not be more happy for a couple. they are amazing adn i love them both muchly! AND their wedding was out of control awesome! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rx2VmEct4iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KtorVZtEHJ0/s1600-h/Ryan+and+Robyns+wedding+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124416432279249442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rx2VmEct4iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KtorVZtEHJ0/s320/Ryan+and+Robyns+wedding+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. is it just me or is everyone and their dog hookin' up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, bible college is disasterous for copious amounts of relationships beginning...i've been around long enough to know this. BUT it seems that in my final years the number or relationships, engagements and marriages is rising at an alarming rate!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I feel it is time for me to pose the freakin' question....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the flip is my bling bling?!?! hmm?? hahaha... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.tonight some dude said i was intriguing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.i should be studying for an exam i have tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.i should also be devoting some time to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.my mom bought me really cute knit slippers with wooden buttons then hid it in my laundry so i found it when i got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.work is almost harder the less you do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.i'm stiff from dancing so much at my friends wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Ryan and Robyns wedding was amazing and everyone had a rad time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Amy went home today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.i bought a douglas coupland book for $3 bucks at VVboutique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.i'm a book snob and dont like used ones...however this one was in perfect condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.k i'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.random. random is my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4343944650060770041?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4343944650060770041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4343944650060770041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4343944650060770041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4343944650060770041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha-rant-below-was-not-brought-on-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rx2VlUct4hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M6cwYkLkxxM/s72-c/Ryan+and+Robyns+wedding+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-4837349639185671052</id><published>2007-10-04T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:58:05.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday in my youth issues class I had a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to ask renee for a piece of gum and when she gave it to me she said "happy birthday" then from the other side kendra in a loud voice was like "Megan it's your birthday?" then matt was like " oh happy birthday megan!" at this point mike *who had seen the interaction between renee* started singing happy birthday pretty soon the whole class joined in! by this point i was laughing histarically at the situation and after the song was done my proff who had been talking to a tech. guy  *silly computer issues* turned to me and was like "megan, it's yoru birthday!" ... and I just lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times. good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-4837349639185671052?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/4837349639185671052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=4837349639185671052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4837349639185671052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/4837349639185671052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-in-my-youth-issues-class-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7732300292886276779</id><published>2007-10-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:56:12.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a framework of fragility begins to settle in your desperate soul&lt;br /&gt;the aching you are experiencing is called just that.&lt;br /&gt;.experience.&lt;br /&gt;you battle experience&lt;br /&gt;who asked it to tresspass anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silent story begins to etch itself on you reactions&lt;br /&gt;a subtlety becomes boisterous&lt;br /&gt;this frame.&lt;br /&gt;this experience.&lt;br /&gt;not allowed to blossom creates havoc in the cramped courters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will escape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7732300292886276779?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7732300292886276779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7732300292886276779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7732300292886276779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7732300292886276779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/10/framework-of-fragility-begins-to-settle.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-260276112663909828</id><published>2007-09-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:26:20.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.a place to call my own.</title><content type='html'>i'm MOVING! woo woo, for the first time in my 23 years, i'll be officially on my own, with a roomate of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened sort of quickly. ok well I had been thinking about it for a while but was waiting on one crutial ingredient that came through last night!! SOOooo I called my friend Carly let her know she had a roomate and then BAM i move tomorrow. SOoo in the few hours i've been home...after an 8 hour shift then a three hour class *both graciously shortened* I've been trying to pack up my room. MAN It's HARD. i can't choose which books to take but really shouldnt' take them all. i can't decide to put the candles in the box or the bag. Ahhh hahahah i'm so excited though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be moving 25 min from my house, into abbotsford. RIGHT beside my school. the school actually rents out some of the apartments as sr. housing! This is a total answer to prayer, seeing as it's my last year i've wanted to be able to be a big part of the community and build into it and such. and i even have some what of a position as a commuter assistant so it will be nice to be able to spend more time on campus and less time driving! WOO WOO. i'm still working in langley can't cut that out...but YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it's 1:30 am...i'm gonna stare at my stuff for another half an hour before i decide to sleep....IT MOVE DAY TOMORROW! WOO WOO!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-260276112663909828?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/260276112663909828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=260276112663909828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/260276112663909828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/260276112663909828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/09/place-to-call-my-own.html' title='.a place to call my own.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7207822375436050806</id><published>2007-09-08T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:55:14.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whenever i decide to write on here i'm either tired, or reflective or super hyper. can you guess which one it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really excited about this upcoming semester. it's my second to last one at good ol' CBC. One of the main reason for the excitment is that I know what i'm going to graduate with, i had been struggling with what to graduate with and finalized with a BA in youth work. Throughout the summer God really solidified that youth work is something that I'm passionate about and desire to be a part of more than on a volunteer basis. it was a hard summer but I dont know if i would have learned what i had if it had turned out as I wanted it to. The Lord is so good like that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also looking forward to being more involved on campus and with the school community, seeing as it is my last year i really want to pour into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides school...i'm back at work. woo. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be helping out wiht youth on tuesdays because i have a class but hopefully will be more involved in other ways. thats a we'll ahve to wait and see type deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was a quick recap of what's up with me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you said tired. you are right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7207822375436050806?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7207822375436050806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7207822375436050806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7207822375436050806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7207822375436050806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/09/whenever-i-decide-to-write-on-here-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-103938587524234236</id><published>2007-08-28T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:18:36.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow. summer is gone.</title><content type='html'>WEll it's been a rollercoaster of a freakin' summer and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would have asked me two weeks ago if i were ready for it to be over and i would have said HECK YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now...well i'm not too sure! haha. I went to camp luther for two weeks to work and i absolutly loved it. soo rad. such an amazing ministry and rad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well i was going to write a big fat catch up blog. . . nah ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all is well with whoever stumbles upon this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-103938587524234236?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/103938587524234236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=103938587524234236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/103938587524234236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/103938587524234236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-summer-is-gone.html' title='wow. summer is gone.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5805639038571880766</id><published>2007-08-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:35:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{{{{{{&lt;br /&gt;a force within draws you out&lt;br /&gt;a plauge inside demands an exit&lt;br /&gt;a watchful eye turns your sight black&lt;br /&gt;what occurs in your thoughts must never escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tunnel has been forged to the outer rim. what lies beyond is unfathamable only because it has yet to be scratched by your iris. overcome not with joy or anguish but by apathy you slip onto the deck of the future. no time to rest for time does not exist. no pain to withstand because pain has been extinguished with numbness.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       }}}}}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH! that makes sound depressed. i'm not at all! . I just got back from Rouch Acres a camp that we take our youth up every year and we are the counselors and support staff. this year as well as last we did a boys camp so our guys were the cabin leaders and us girls washed dishes, led activities and scrubbed toilets! It was honestly amazing. God once more proved his faithfullness and awesome power. To be honest when i first got there I did not want to be there...and it seems taht was the general consent. however The lLord was there in a powerful way and as soon as the campers got there, everyone bonded together and worked as a team and were ready to be used by the Lord and to glorify him! it was so amazing to be a part of and to witness some of my youth to really grasp what it means to be a servant of the Lord. and for some to even know what it means to follow Him and to obey. One of our girls shared her sotry for the first time in front of people. it was amazing. She has only been a Christian for 2 months and it was truly a blessing to hear her and wacth the Lord work through and in her during the week! and to see our guys serve so selflessly at such a young age was awesome! a true testament to there faith in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the camp already so much, it was incredible.  Camp is an interesting ministry you build into these kids lives for a week then you have to say goodbye. i wish these boys were in my youth group, a part of our team so that we could build them up and be there to walk alongside of them, however they are not yet we can continue to pray for them and support them in other ways.  they were awesome kids and I really enjoyed hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;anyways yeah, camp was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;on sunday I'm leaving to go to camp luther , this time i'll be on my own, joining a staff team that has been together all summer. I'll be there for 2 weeks and am excited / nervous, because i haven't counseled in over three years, and really dont have a ton of experience but it will be sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well cheers to the best week of the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5805639038571880766?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5805639038571880766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5805639038571880766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5805639038571880766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5805639038571880766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/08/force-within-draws-you-out-plauge.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3599344132991599957</id><published>2007-07-12T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:38:50.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly...</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter has taken over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that as of late i've been living and breathing harry potter. Between re-reading the books, waiting and watching the fifth movie, preparing for book seven, doing crafts at work, thinking of ways to make the potter party better, discussing harry potter and creating a hermoine costume. I bought a Ron Weasly action figure to glue on my dashboard and rented a movie because Rupert Gint *ron* was in it. Basically my life has become potterfied. It's bad. SO tonight after waiting in line for three hours to see the movie, and spending the rest of the day getting costume stuff and talking about it...i decided i need to scale it back a bit. it's not like i belive it is all real or that I am doing anything bad. it's just simply taking too much of my life. it could be said for many things in life...and at this time it is harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, i love harry potter, the books, and the movies and think there is nothing wrong with them as long as you use them as entertainment, i know however that for some people it is not worth having it in their lives. I will continue to watch the movies. read the books *only 9 more days* And keep in mind that in just over two weeks, i'll have read the final book, and will no longer be surrounded by it all constantly. but for the next two weeks i must make sure that I am spending time with the Lord, that before I read or watch the movies I spend time in prayer and reading God's word. were strengh and true joy comes from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3599344132991599957?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3599344132991599957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3599344132991599957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3599344132991599957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3599344132991599957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/07/honestly.html' title='Honestly...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-5011678424187216012</id><published>2007-06-10T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:37:36.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>. as if i were a small child wearing flowered leggin's.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RmztgAxVeuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/a91vIh4FfHA/s1600-h/work+peeps+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074692014358231778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RmztgAxVeuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/a91vIh4FfHA/s320/work+peeps+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        .my feet long for adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-5011678424187216012?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/5011678424187216012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=5011678424187216012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5011678424187216012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/5011678424187216012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RmztgAxVeuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/a91vIh4FfHA/s72-c/work+peeps+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8954962585039584289</id><published>2007-06-03T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:42:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well the month since school has been out has been...interseting to say the least. it's been challenging yet good. a blessing yet a pain in the butt. It mostly pertains to summer plans. see i never really "plan" things they just happen and i love it that way. yet i tried to plan this summer and of course....*suprise* it didn't pan through. sooooooooo no biggy really i'm stoked to see what  God has in store for the summer now, what opportunities await...experiences... hmmm i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in other news. i've decided that i'm going to marry a musician. deal? DEAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8954962585039584289?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8954962585039584289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8954962585039584289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8954962585039584289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8954962585039584289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-month-since-school-has-been-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-353678019593098028</id><published>2007-05-24T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:30:00.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main thoughts of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the church didnt' get a government grant. meaning no internship/job for megan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- its' ok because i'll just work at chapters, and camp this summer...make no money and go to Disneyland in august. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i'll do my internship next year, and also have to work, bring on the busyness i love so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- honest i'm ok with it. it'll work out. no point being bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main thoughts/activities of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- worked, not bad if i have energy...i'm becoming a pro at busy/slacker mode...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- went for coffee with some stellar youth girls after work, hahaha i'm getting old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- went for coffee with Ben - dont want him to move to vic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- it's good hearing other perspectives when you trust them, even if you dont fully agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- went late night longboarding with janny, and the maiers - conquering fears is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a gentle reminder of how amazing my friends are.&lt;br /&gt;- started listening to pedro the lion, finally, why have i never before?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ra&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU98DtS2eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bQR7xzadluE/s1600-h/n42003834_30453602_1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068025057672092130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU98DtS2eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bQR7xzadluE/s320/n42003834_30453602_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ndom pics f&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU9nztS2cI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AK515N1OWSk/s1600-h/n42003834_30453602_1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rom Portland:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU9zDtS2dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-xH6uvgC9d0/s1600-h/n42003834_30453585_4094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068024903053269458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU9zDtS2dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-xH6uvgC9d0/s320/n42003834_30453585_4094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068025487168821762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU-VDtS2gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_QIePDGQGbA/s320/n42003834_30453588_422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-353678019593098028?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/353678019593098028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=353678019593098028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/353678019593098028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/353678019593098028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/05/main-thoughts-of-week-church-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RlU98DtS2eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bQR7xzadluE/s72-c/n42003834_30453602_1516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2059150923279727690</id><published>2007-05-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:02:13.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart portland...</title><content type='html'>...because it has so many dear people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOooooo, It's been a very long time since i've posted anything ...or anything quasi substantial. so i'll have to ease myself back into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i drove to portland on thursday *five hours not too shabby* and drove home on sunday. Honest I didnt' stop all weekend but it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends from Cape i got to hang out with and love: Alison, Meredith, Pammy, Josh, Danny and Evan!!!!!! It was so awesome to see these guys, at times i'd just stop and stare at them at soak in how truly amazing they are. Honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to hang out with Jared, Kyle and Justin!! The american boys who came up with Ev for there spring break. Chivilary truly lives on through them! Met a ton of cool new people...oregon is full of them...like Desiree and kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack. i was going to tell you all about my adventure but i'm really tired and it would take too long but trust me when i saw it was wonderful! perhaps i'll fill ya in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awe, maybe i'll drive down again this weekend haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH i own a longboard now! woo woo..*chugga chugga*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2059150923279727690?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2059150923279727690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2059150923279727690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2059150923279727690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2059150923279727690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-heart-portland.html' title='i heart portland...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-9180294878551091454</id><published>2007-04-24T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:40:32.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i haven't posted in a while. but soon. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ri20Nkxx0lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8rR1Zjhz6yg/s1600-h/work+peeps+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056896101910696530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ri20Nkxx0lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8rR1Zjhz6yg/s320/work+peeps+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have a "crush" on a waiter at this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-9180294878551091454?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/9180294878551091454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=9180294878551091454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/9180294878551091454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/9180294878551091454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Ri20Nkxx0lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8rR1Zjhz6yg/s72-c/work+peeps+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-2929967374311663648</id><published>2007-04-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:36:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm listening with my mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rh2ampeXlbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ihj2DoTW1Iw/s1600-h/24.7.PRAYER+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052364345738499506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rh2ampeXlbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ihj2DoTW1Iw/s320/24.7.PRAYER+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a plethera of things to say but no longer feel like writing them so i wont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;current mood: happeniss covered in MEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently listening to: Emery - the question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently avoiding: feminist hermeneutics paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;current waiting for: cast party to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently feeling: naucious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;current sitting: in the bear cat lounge at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently drinking: water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;current temperature: really warm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently wishing: that a fairy would come do my work!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052363808867587490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rh2aHZeXlaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IGEKmdFCGwE/s320/24.7.PRAYER+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-2929967374311663648?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/2929967374311663648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=2929967374311663648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2929967374311663648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/2929967374311663648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-listening-with-my-mouth.html' title='I&apos;m listening with my mouth!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rh2ampeXlbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ihj2DoTW1Iw/s72-c/24.7.PRAYER+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-8661199972424225061</id><published>2007-04-05T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:40:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the american invasion and life</title><content type='html'>I had the most remarkable weekend, truly did, it was like I was on vacation but I never left. I could write out pages of funny stories, crazy adventures, great talks, silly sayings, and all around good times! But it's late and i'm really tired. Why did i have a fantastic weekend? well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan came up with three of his buddies from Multnomah, Justin, Kyle and Jared and stayed for five days. These guys were some of the most random, amazing, uniquly awesome people! Serious i wish you all had the chance to meet and hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed seriously every moment i spent with these guys, and it was nice to actually spend time with my friends from home as well! I did not get any homework done whic&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RhS1rCOn3-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tp5AcrDzel4/s1600-h/the+american+invasion+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049860833126375394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RhS1rCOn3-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tp5AcrDzel4/s320/the+american+invasion+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h leaves me a tad behind schedule *understatement? yes.* but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post more pics later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of odd though, how fast you can get used to having someone around all the time, like they would be here when I woke up, went to sleep, got home from school or work...and now they aren't and I miss it. BAH HA ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS. JANNY is home and man alive I'm sooo glad she is. I've missed her sooo much!! It's been sweet i've seen her a ton since she's been back i love it and her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that at this moment i'm sort of sitting on a hill of emotions and issues that perhaps aren't all mine.. for the past month if not longer i've had a desire to cry, you know one of those exausting wails?!? yet haven't and it's not necessarily for me even. yeah i know it sounds odd But in that I feel that God is drawing me so close to him. I'ts amazing to know his voice, *not audible* and see his work in lives around me and in mine. Yeah, exciting stuff, exausting stuff... i sometimes feel as though i'm not dealing with my own issues...because everyone has them right?! but yes. hahah this is when i should stop typing and go to bed. or finish my paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-8661199972424225061?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/8661199972424225061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=8661199972424225061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8661199972424225061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/8661199972424225061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/04/american-invasion-and-life.html' title='the american invasion and life'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RhS1rCOn3-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tp5AcrDzel4/s72-c/the+american+invasion+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3700966047600413420</id><published>2007-03-26T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:49:44.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little mirror fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh4LQfz59I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jJAGsT9Yzbc/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046415517270927314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh4LQfz59I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jJAGsT9Yzbc/s200/FAMILY+2007+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh2lgfz57I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kKf9F09C2x0/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh3AQfz58I/AAAAAAAAAGI/G9M_ok4ytlw/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046414228780738498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh3AQfz58I/AAAAAAAAAGI/G9M_ok4ytlw/s200/FAMILY+2007+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh2FQfz56I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mB_Yp4VS-E4/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046413215168456610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh2FQfz56I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mB_Yp4VS-E4/s320/FAMILY+2007+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh1vwfz55I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4BU8qOmRmc4/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046412845801269138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh1vwfz55I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4BU8qOmRmc4/s320/FAMILY+2007+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3700966047600413420?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3700966047600413420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3700966047600413420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3700966047600413420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3700966047600413420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-mirror-fun.html' title='A little mirror fun...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rgh4LQfz59I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jJAGsT9Yzbc/s72-c/FAMILY+2007+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-3112771043729683862</id><published>2007-03-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:41:31.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mind of megan eh!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...maia nailed it *circus music* is all I hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, well there has been a lot going on in my noggin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The play is going really well so far. We've had two nights and one more to go. It's been a long journey to finally putting this bad boy up, one of the most difficult ones i've worked on. First off I'm playing a new role for me, I dont play the funny one, the main one, or the most energetic one...yet it's good. Really though the hardest part has been just getting to the point where it could go up. there is so much to a production that for people who've never really been a part of have no idea, it takes a crap load of energy, time and work. We had major scheduling issues with the team and didn't actually do full runs very much before going up. It's been yeah...hard and frustrating at times, yet it's been sweet to continually be reminded that this is for God and for his glory and to leave it at that. So yes... I'm glad I am a part of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045607586677909378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RgWZXgfz54I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tJtGqRI7-Tg/s400/pap.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that I haven't really seen my friends for a while...which is true haha, but i was able to have sushi with maia today which was nice. . . soon though I'll have more time. It's been good though seeing people at the play who I haven't seen for a while at school, nice to catch up with them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm sort of just rambling now and i should go...gotta get ready to go soon...one more! EEEPppp. haha I love that I still get a wee nervous...gives me energy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-3112771043729683862?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/3112771043729683862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=3112771043729683862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3112771043729683862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/3112771043729683862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/03/mind-of-megan-eh.html' title='the mind of megan eh!?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RgWZXgfz54I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tJtGqRI7-Tg/s72-c/pap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-7567879020812760178</id><published>2007-03-16T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:56:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 am practice, a funeral, a wedding, vancouver &amp; dinner at the Naam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My day was full of a plethera of emotions and an awray of activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;awake. it's 8:15 and I have to leave in 15 min. to be at rehearsal for 9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 begin setting stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30 We did a dress rehearsal, went through the play once and did a que to que once. emotional rollercoaster numero one. it's a pretty draining play, but good. finish time 1:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:45 arive at seven oaks church to attend a funeral of an individual i've never met. Pastoral Practices class requires i attend a memorial service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:47 realize that there is in fact NO balcony for me to hide in but only a very small room that is rapidly fillin! for 20 minutes i'm the only person under the age of 60...someone is bound to notice i dont belong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:55 while trying to be stealth by grabing a chair and placing it at the back of the room hit hanging light and cause a ruckus...oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:05 family enters, three younger people are present. 2:45 *ish* service ends. i book it to starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:55 order a venti London Fog *comes to haunt me later*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:05 arrive back at school and chill out for an hour before picking up a fellow Pastrol Practices Buddy and head to a wedding ceremont *yet another requirment*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:20 firmly plant tush in a pew on the balcony and begin making witty comments on decor and the fact we know the people so well...all in a joking matter seeing as we have no idea who these people are.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4: 35 realize that i was mistaken! I do in fact have an idea of who these people are because the groomsman is marrying my friends cousin in 2 weeks!! CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:50 get heavily distracted by the pigeons cooing on the window cile...sile...the window ...*ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5: 10 make a quick get away and take buddy back to the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:35 arrive home *yes i sped* and changed then went to pick up maia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 leave maia's house and pretty much talk non stop till i get a phone call from evan! YAY he's coming to stay with me *along with three of his buddies* for 5 days in a couple of weeks! woo woo.....then talk talk, laugh, talk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:15 Maia and I arrive at the Naam and enjoy great atmosphere, food and company!! Talk talk talk YAY I LOVE YOU MAIA!!!!! Have a blast....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:40 park further down 4th and walk, talk, laugh, "iseeyouknowhim" heh heh, talk, walk, pee. *oh i forgot the venti tea came back to haunt me...causing me to PEE every hour!..ok not too far from the norm but still!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 find the cutest pairs of shoes... BUT we held off! good on us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:15 wait forever for the starbucks washrooom DANG i had to GO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:00 begin the drive home, talk, listen to imogen heap and mika, laugh, talk, sing, talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:51 here i sit. my day = full. but good. story of my life. I'm glad that i could do what i wanted tonight and spend it with maia! woo woo.... back into van tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042783459810701138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RfuQ1sE7b1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/o_KFSL-a9h4/s400/Friends+2007+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-7567879020812760178?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/7567879020812760178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=7567879020812760178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7567879020812760178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/7567879020812760178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/03/9-am-practice-funeral-wedding-vancouver.html' title='9 am practice, a funeral, a wedding, vancouver &amp; dinner at the Naam.'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/RfuQ1sE7b1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/o_KFSL-a9h4/s72-c/Friends+2007+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12496002.post-267573112222811740</id><published>2007-03-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:48:03.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj5rsE7bzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sd9wdbhhukM/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042054311802793778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj5rsE7bzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sd9wdbhhukM/s320/FAMILY+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj5OME7byI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PscWwsNzWbU/s1600-h/FAMILY+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042053804996652834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj5OME7byI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PscWwsNzWbU/s320/FAMILY+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it Baby D is three!!!!! Man alive, fiestier than ever and cuter by the moment! We all gathered on saturday *praise be that I had booked it off of work* to celebrate her birth. Man, I really love my family and miss &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042054741299523394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj6EsE7b0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/D65_c_M9oCM/s200/FAMILY+2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;them lots. Today I called my mom to talk to her about a youth event and she was like "oh how are you doing?!" and I was like "Eeeep sorry I can't talk mom!" ...see I live with her, yet i'm never home thus i never see her. I have to phone her to talk to her. hahaha oh dear. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042053272420708114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj4vME7bxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yzIHZQ0H5cw/s400/FAMILY+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12496002-267573112222811740?l=megalton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/feeds/267573112222811740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12496002&amp;postID=267573112222811740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/267573112222811740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12496002/posts/default/267573112222811740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalton.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-baby-d.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY D!'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533655906187831565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/SLhIl87PC_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JxdT1xiX4-s/S220/IMG_5239_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dGnvO7xFPWE/Rfj5rsE7bzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sd9wdbhhukM/s72-c/FAMILY+2007+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
