<?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-312310315209138386</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:30:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-1130302559204133624</id><published>2010-10-23T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:16:26.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/TML753iXr6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KT9bOn9Cwx4/s1600/nerf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/TML753iXr6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KT9bOn9Cwx4/s320/nerf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531260263943614370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't blogged in like half a year so here's me starting again. I got this email this morning from my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a message from the KatSafe Emergency communication system.  University police have resolved a report of persons on campus carrying guns.  Police have confirmed that the individuals involved were students engaged in a “nerf ball” game.  There is no threat to the public.  Repeat.  This report has been resolved.  There is no threat to students or the public.  End of message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must be making nerf guns look a lot more realistic these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-1130302559204133624?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1130302559204133624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-from-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1130302559204133624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1130302559204133624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-from-dead.html' title='Back From The Dead'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/TML753iXr6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KT9bOn9Cwx4/s72-c/nerf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-2546677194230873058</id><published>2010-04-29T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:16:49.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food, Good People, &amp; A Boat, What More Do You Need?</title><content type='html'>My friend Allison annually has a campout for her birthday as well as her brother Randy's. Needless to say it was a heck of a good time. Here are the pictures to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9piOpmpsVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YP-wdCf3fow/s1600/31440_787256025690_23915473_43119223_2714637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9piOpmpsVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YP-wdCf3fow/s320/31440_787256025690_23915473_43119223_2714637_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465789101593178450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner around the campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pipUxg1cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hzJ9Ss8e76g/s1600/31440_787262707300_23915473_43119634_8134652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pipUxg1cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hzJ9Ss8e76g/s320/31440_787262707300_23915473_43119634_8134652_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465789559858058690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most awkward picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pj9wMxrII/AAAAAAAAAHw/kPLy0DEaLgE/s1600/31440_787512401910_23915473_43125961_799409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pj9wMxrII/AAAAAAAAAHw/kPLy0DEaLgE/s320/31440_787512401910_23915473_43125961_799409_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465791010329177218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pke3JxzmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T2fI9UieVS4/s1600/31440_787394453280_23915473_43123223_480738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pke3JxzmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T2fI9UieVS4/s320/31440_787394453280_23915473_43123223_480738_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465791579131334242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes wakeboarding in April - the water wasn't too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pk5doIBqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d55HGnBdG5o/s1600/31440_787253820110_23915473_43119182_3604027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pk5doIBqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d55HGnBdG5o/s320/31440_787253820110_23915473_43119182_3604027_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465792036135765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pmLoNkgBI/AAAAAAAAAII/ttktVc3ZAlU/s1600/31640_787961611690_23915473_43136120_6020632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pmLoNkgBI/AAAAAAAAAII/ttktVc3ZAlU/s320/31640_787961611690_23915473_43136120_6020632_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465793447726448658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawfish - yumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pmqlzaykI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ev3BxBM2EPo/s1600/31640_787962440030_23915473_43136129_6765150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pmqlzaykI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ev3BxBM2EPo/s320/31640_787962440030_23915473_43136129_6765150_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465793979655834178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend roomies - I'm a giant compared to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pnjrrTBxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FH-ov7wFpa8/s1600/31640_787963991920_23915473_43136163_3304453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9pnjrrTBxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FH-ov7wFpa8/s320/31640_787963991920_23915473_43136163_3304453_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465794960484927250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to go to the lake in April is definitely one of the perks of living in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-2546677194230873058?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2546677194230873058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-food-good-people-boat-what-more-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/2546677194230873058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/2546677194230873058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-food-good-people-boat-what-more-do.html' title='Good Food, Good People, &amp; A Boat, What More Do You Need?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S9piOpmpsVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YP-wdCf3fow/s72-c/31440_787256025690_23915473_43119223_2714637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-1221211878625690893</id><published>2010-04-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:29:18.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bluebonnet State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S85FzMLDflI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3_KSrmHnxTs/s1600/448965736_41bd477726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S85FzMLDflI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3_KSrmHnxTs/s320/448965736_41bd477726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462380143790227026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 6th generation Texan I knew that our state flower was the bluebonnet but due to the fact that I was born and raised in the west Texas desert, I had not ever really experienced them. As much as I wanted to get a picture of me in the wildflowers, the odds are against me because I've planned on it for the last 2 weekends and things have come up to keep me from doing it. SO the picture from google will have to suffice. The wildflowers are gorgeous. I don't even know the names of all of them but there are bluebonnets and indian paintbrushes and lots of other gorgeous ones. They grow on the side of the highways and I often find myself drifting because I'm distracted by how amazing they are. I know have a greater understanding of the bluebonnet state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-1221211878625690893?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1221211878625690893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/bluebonnet-state.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1221211878625690893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1221211878625690893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/bluebonnet-state.html' title='The Bluebonnet State'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S85FzMLDflI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3_KSrmHnxTs/s72-c/448965736_41bd477726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-5471109337044318801</id><published>2010-04-17T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:59:57.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls in My LIfe</title><content type='html'>I thought it was about time that I share with y'all the girls in my life. These three are the wonderful girls I get to stay with every weekend. They are usually pretty excited to see me get there and even sadder when I have to leave, even if it's just for a few hours. It's nice to know that you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oS2jd6y9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XAIKsw7wLJg/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oS2jd6y9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XAIKsw7wLJg/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461198226583112658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oSmI7EsVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hMU8c_E4Gc/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oSmI7EsVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hMU8c_E4Gc/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461197944579731794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oR7xdqLYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kjfbS3mT6xk/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oR7xdqLYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kjfbS3mT6xk/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461197216727838082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oRpBtQHgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mGen7ubAdf8/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oRpBtQHgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mGen7ubAdf8/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461196894670691842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just have to be in the same room as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-5471109337044318801?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5471109337044318801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5471109337044318801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5471109337044318801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-in-my-life.html' title='The Girls in My LIfe'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S8oS2jd6y9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XAIKsw7wLJg/s72-c/IMG_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-5393607585038077938</id><published>2010-04-07T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:21:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Be in Texas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S70pO6xpDJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kR3AzEvXTs0/s1600/Crawfish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S70pO6xpDJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kR3AzEvXTs0/s320/Crawfish.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457563659715284114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my brother the other weekend and he asked me what my plans were. I replied that we were having a crawfish boil that evening. He replied in a Texas twang "A crawfish boil? You must be in Texas." It is true. I am in the heart of Texas and had my first crawfish ever. They are a lot of work to eat but pretty tasty. I'm pretty sure I ate a couple of pounds all by myself. I'm sad I didn't think to get any pictures - hopefully at the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-5393607585038077938?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5393607585038077938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-must-be-in-texas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5393607585038077938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5393607585038077938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-must-be-in-texas.html' title='You Must Be in Texas...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S70pO6xpDJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kR3AzEvXTs0/s72-c/Crawfish.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-5659500333108781853</id><published>2010-03-03T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:04:39.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S48vWtIigqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5z0dHqLj7JY/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S48vWtIigqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5z0dHqLj7JY/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444622541633258146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I officially live in Texas now. Yeah I know I was born and raised here but I mean the heart of Texas. Last Saturday I went skeet shooting for the first time. (No that is not me in the above picture but since I didn't get any pictures of me shooting I thought I would just use one of my friends.) Apparently I'm a natural. I hit 2 skeet, which doesn't seem like much but I guess is actually pretty good. I also threw skeet on my first try which I hear is quite difficult. So pretty much I'm amazing. I think it's the 6th generation Texan in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-5659500333108781853?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5659500333108781853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5659500333108781853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5659500333108781853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S48vWtIigqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5z0dHqLj7JY/s72-c/IMG_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-2706439300174653153</id><published>2010-02-25T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:23:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S4dZImMWsHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WJdBCiKbclY/s1600-h/26520_1236400760171_1533780100_30792477_7114012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S4dZImMWsHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WJdBCiKbclY/s320/26520_1236400760171_1533780100_30792477_7114012_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442416678926725234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago my singles ward had a Valentines Dance. The dress was semi-formal and so when my mom was visiting I asked if we could look for a dress. We found the dress in the first store we went to and found an awesome necklace to accessorize with. Plus I already had shoes to match. All we needed was a sweater. Sounds easy right? Wrong! We spent the rest of the day trying to find a sweater that looked appropriate with the dress and would match the necklace and shoes. Finally after miles of walking the mall and hours of trying on clothes (no exaggeration here at all) we found the yellow sweater I wore. Well I looked like dynamite that night as the picture shows &amp; received several compliments on my entire outfit, especially the necklace. Thanks mom for putting in the time and effort for me to feel like a million bucks for one night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-2706439300174653153?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2706439300174653153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/2706439300174653153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/2706439300174653153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-stuff.html' title='Hot Stuff'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S4dZImMWsHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WJdBCiKbclY/s72-c/26520_1236400760171_1533780100_30792477_7114012_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-7820184561950944582</id><published>2010-02-22T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:06:30.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Lessons at The Woodlands</title><content type='html'>So although I am frustrated with the lack of new knowledge I am learning at my current rotation, I have been educated in various other areas of life. The following are just a few of the lessons that I have learned from my time here at Memorial Hermann at The Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't pet the animals at the rodeo, you "rub the animals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie is an appropriate nickname for Mardrettia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187 is police code for murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are married but have multiple other girlfriends, you put them in your phone coded as guys. For example Nichole would be Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pimp is a man who is dating multiple women but they know about each other. A player is a man who is dating multiple women that don't know about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger is the governor of LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I'm learning the finer things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-7820184561950944582?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7820184561950944582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-lessons-at-woodlands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7820184561950944582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7820184561950944582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-lessons-at-woodlands.html' title='Lifes Lessons at The Woodlands'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-7694556697450517174</id><published>2010-02-17T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:06:29.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Boost</title><content type='html'>I taught Sunday School last week....&lt;br /&gt;I am speaking in church this week...&lt;br /&gt;I am teaching Relief Society the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people didn't know who I was before, after the month of February everyone in my ward should be more aware of me. Maybe it's my Bishop's way of helping my dating life. Speaking of dating life - I have been asked out twice in the last week by my fellow foodservice workers at the hospital. If only I wanted to date 40 year old guys or people who aspire to work in foodservice, my life would be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-7694556697450517174?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7694556697450517174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/spiritual-boost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7694556697450517174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7694556697450517174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/spiritual-boost.html' title='Spiritual Boost'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-416434793393497110</id><published>2010-01-13T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:18:04.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S044gsF9r0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTRDtwu24aE/s1600-h/Natural+Fitness+anti+burst+exercise+ball+action600cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S044gsF9r0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTRDtwu24aE/s320/Natural+Fitness+anti+burst+exercise+ball+action600cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426336735271169858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen with my mom a week or so ago and she asked me what my New Year's Resolutions were, my responses included things like finish my internship, get my masters, etc. She said those were all things that were just going to happen and then she ever so politely said maybe you're goal should be to exercise. Ouch! You know it's bad when your mom is hinting to you to hit the gym. I know she didn't mean anything bad by it but it was still funny. She even helped me out by buying me a new exercise shirt and pants &amp; she told me to just shoot for twice a week. That probably seems pathetic to you but to me who hasn't exercised since last summer (&amp; even then it was pretty minimal) I think this is a worthy goal. So let's see how I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-416434793393497110?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/416434793393497110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/416434793393497110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/416434793393497110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/S044gsF9r0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTRDtwu24aE/s72-c/Natural+Fitness+anti+burst+exercise+ball+action600cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-1479088210985996225</id><published>2009-12-10T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:41:06.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHbFDUhHjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F4EtCvuSKcA/s1600-h/classic_sleeper_couch_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHbFDUhHjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F4EtCvuSKcA/s320/classic_sleeper_couch_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413849106913238578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's bad when you've slept in your bed 2 out of the last 10 nights. The other 8 nights were spent sleeping on someone else's couch. Sometimes I wonder why I even have an apartment. I could just live out of my car and couch surf through my entire program. It sure would save a heck of a lot of money on the storage space I call my apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-1479088210985996225?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1479088210985996225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/12/couch-surfing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1479088210985996225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1479088210985996225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/12/couch-surfing.html' title='Couch Surfing'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHbFDUhHjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F4EtCvuSKcA/s72-c/classic_sleeper_couch_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-6675869457448170187</id><published>2009-12-10T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:09:25.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHT-9zDj4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-tv2Cvtc_mU/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHT-9zDj4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-tv2Cvtc_mU/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413841305770102658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHThNbs0NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ae7z3smdOp0/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHThNbs0NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ae7z3smdOp0/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413840794571034834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHTKkZxMJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hQD2xX5WMOg/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHG5qd7x3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wygSQlWLpJk/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413826921030731634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHGntilO5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HzjwzNu47CU/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHGntilO5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HzjwzNu47CU/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413826612617886610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-6675869457448170187?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/6675869457448170187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/6675869457448170187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/6675869457448170187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SyHT-9zDj4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-tv2Cvtc_mU/s72-c/IMG_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-7616729321387183294</id><published>2009-11-16T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:38:00.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnis</title><content type='html'>I have a strange fascination with traveling carnivals &amp; have always desired to attend them. It was just my luck when I drove into College Station last week to see the carnival all lit up in the mall parking lot. After asking around &amp; finding that pretty much everyone hates carnivals, I convinced two of my friends to go with me and ride just one ride, that's all I asked for. Well they ended up loving the ride &amp; we all enjoyed our little trip to the carnival that day. My favorite part was the following conversation with my friend Braden (it is not a word for word quote but really close):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden: I'm not scared of the rides, I'm scared of the people.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Why are you scared of the people? What have they ever done to you?&lt;br /&gt;Braden: What has a black man hiding in a dark alley every done to you, yet I know you're scared of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the randomness &amp; not so good logic that carnivals bring out in us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-7616729321387183294?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7616729321387183294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/carnis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7616729321387183294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7616729321387183294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/carnis.html' title='Carnis'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-492902578762031198</id><published>2009-11-09T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:55:56.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin muffins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowboy boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pres. Uchtdorf's most recent CES Fireside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The outrageous cars found only in Huntsville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new found Texas twang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$4 movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking education as my minor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singles wards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 day weekends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office, Glee, SYTYCD, House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The movie "The Box"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumb boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mosquito bites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting 6000 miles on my car since August&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My loves list is a bit longer than my hates list - I guess that means life is going pretty good.&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/312310315209138386-492902578762031198?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/492902578762031198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-hate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/492902578762031198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/492902578762031198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-hate.html' title='Love &amp; Hate'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-188947041760455545</id><published>2009-11-06T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:25:30.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Burnt Some Toast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SvSEiYbHWtI/AAAAAAAAACo/ImQ66-Xu7_I/s1600-h/mcdcinnmelts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SvSEiYbHWtI/AAAAAAAAACo/ImQ66-Xu7_I/s320/mcdcinnmelts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401087579330665170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks pretty delicious right? That's what I thought. I bought one of these to eat on Tuesday before work but I was unable to eat it. So I decided to save it and try to reheat it for breakfast on Thursday. I stuck it in the microwave and set the timer for 1:00 and continued getting ready for the day since I was already running late. Well about 9 minutes later I walk out into the kitchen to find a cloud of thick gray smoke coming from the microwave, which had 1:30 left on the timer. My cinnamon melt was charred black. I hurriedly tried to take the black mess outside because it was still producing large quantities of smoke. The smoke quickly began to fill up the kitchen and the living room. It stung my throat and my eyes terribly. I turned on the fan over the stove and opened up the windows and the door. I attempted to waft out some of the smoke praying that the smoke detector wouldn't go off since my roommates were all asleep. I got some smoke out and then had to leave to work for which I was already 10 minutes late. As I get in my car and I can smell the smoke clinging to me so I roll down the windows hoping that the wind will lessen the smell. I asked the Dietitian I work with if she could smell the smoke on me and she couldn't. But shortly after another employee walked by and asked, "Who burnt some toast?" The smell was terrible and made me sick all morning. During my lunch break I had to go home and change and wash my hair to get rid of the smell. Lesson learned: don't attempt to reheat fast food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-188947041760455545?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/188947041760455545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-burnt-some-toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/188947041760455545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/188947041760455545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-burnt-some-toast.html' title='Who Burnt Some Toast?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SvSEiYbHWtI/AAAAAAAAACo/ImQ66-Xu7_I/s72-c/mcdcinnmelts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-2202339590463607205</id><published>2009-10-19T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:33:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormons: Not Just for Utah Anymore</title><content type='html'>My current rotation for my internship requires that I ride along with several dietitians to various clients homes all over Harris County. I have gone to several different homes since I've been at this rotation for the past week. Well last week I was riding along with one of the dietitians and we only had 2 visits that day. We are driving to the initial visit and the dietitian was talking to me about the child we were going to see. As we pulled in the driveway she says something to the effect of, "Oh by the way, there are 5 kids in this family and they are all home-schooled. So there might be a lot of kids running around." 5 kids and home-schooled?? Who does that? Well my first thought was I bet these people are Mormon. If they aren't Mormon they are just plain crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go into the appointment and I'm looking around for any signs of them being Mormon. My first sign was the picture of her and her husband on their wedding day - the key is that she was wearing a long sleeved wedding dress. Even though this is unusual it still wasn't a tell-tell sign. The next sign was the picture of Jesus that was hanging right by the kitchen table. Sure many people have pictures of Jesus Christ in their homes but usually only Mormons tend to have Greg Olsen prints. But again not a sure sign because I did meet a woman on my mission who wasn't a member but had a painting that usually only Mormons have. The next sign was because I was paying very close attention I saw what could be garments on the mother. She wasn't being immodest but I was looking very closely. But again I wasn't positive because I only saw a very slight bit of white. Next I was looking around the den and I saw what looked like the Proclamation to the World with pictures of their family around it but it didn't have the title on it and I didn't get to look close enough to see what it actually said. By this point I'm pretty sure they are Mormon but not positive. I was so tempted to just ask the mom but I figured that that would be considered unprofessional etiquette. The final sign was as we were leaving I looked on the wall and there was a framed copy of The Living Christ. Then I knew my suspicions were right. As this was happening I was thinking how weird it was to have randomly go to a Mormon families' home for an appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then we continued on to our next appointment - I'm still amazed that the last one was Mormon but what are you gonna do. Well we get to the next appointment and the mom lets us in. As we walk in I see a sign on the wall that says "Families Are Forever". This again is a very Mormon saying to have up in your home. So once again I start looking for signs. The first one I saw was the mom's garments - her shirt had come up a little bit in the back and I could see them. The next was again a Greg Olsen looking picture of Jesus Christ hanging over the fireplace. Then as I looked closer to the books that were on the fireplace I saw that the titles were talking about being disciples of Christ and then one of them was Gordon B. Hinckley's biography. The next sign was their wedding day picture - she was wearing long sleeves. Then next to the picture was a little glass temple with a gold angel Moroni on top. By this time I knew she was a member. Again I couldn't say anything but I did happen to drop the fact that I went to college in Utah. So she may have suspected that I was a member but again not professionally accepted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the chances that 2 of the families that I would happen to observe would be Mormon - even stranger that the 2 of them were on the same day. I felt like I was back in Utah where you assume everyone is Mormon. Those have been the only 2 Mormon families that I have visited (or at least I think) and I've visited quite a few now. It has made me look around each home I go to just to see if I can see any signs that they are Mormon. What else it made me realize is how unique we are as a people. The families didn't have to say anything but I could tell by the atmospheres in their homes and a few key decorations that they were members of the Church. It made me resolved to surround my future home with those things that really matter, such as pictures of Christ, temples, The Proclamation to the World, The Living Christ, and so many other uplifting pictures and decor. Hopefully then when others come into my home they will be able to know that I am a Mormon just like I noticed with these families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-2202339590463607205?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/2202339590463607205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/mormons-not-just-for-utah-anymore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/2202339590463607205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/2202339590463607205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/mormons-not-just-for-utah-anymore.html' title='Mormons: Not Just for Utah Anymore'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-1697364220494923181</id><published>2009-10-11T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:28:48.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dietetic Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/StJ3ZHZAVPI/AAAAAAAAACg/cogzcYCWFoE/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/StJ3ZHZAVPI/AAAAAAAAACg/cogzcYCWFoE/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391502977280267506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are all aware I am currently working on getting my Master's and completing a Dietetic Internship. I decided that it was about time for me to show some of the work that I've done as dietetic intern. This bulletin board was for Head Start, which is a government funded preschool for underprivileged 3 and 4 year olds. I was quite proud of myself for thinking it up and then making it happen. The kids can mix and match the different foods to show what they ate for breakfast that day using the velcro on the back of the foods and on the plate. I loved having the opportunity to do something creative. I got all excited and felt like I was being productive. So here's a taste of what my internship consists of. (Sorry I don't have more pictures)&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/312310315209138386-1697364220494923181?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1697364220494923181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dietetic-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1697364220494923181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1697364220494923181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dietetic-life.html' title='My Dietetic Life'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/StJ3ZHZAVPI/AAAAAAAAACg/cogzcYCWFoE/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-174134051478358466</id><published>2009-10-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:49:18.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Texan</title><content type='html'>I always knew that I was a true Texan (I mean I am a 6th generation Texan) but something happened yesterday to confirm this fact to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a class that is in the Woodlands (roughly a 40 minute commute) and I've started recently commuting with two friends of mine. Well last night our conversation ended up taking a turn into how one of the girls feels that big hair on a woman is a symbol of power. I told her that if that's true I'm out of luck because my hair just can't be big, even though I love big hair. She then turned to me and said, "Girl, you need a Bumpit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SsUFM7HdIEI/AAAAAAAAACY/8LV5lSvCZu4/s1600-h/bumpit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SsUFM7HdIEI/AAAAAAAAACY/8LV5lSvCZu4/s320/bumpit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387718248804196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visual of the Bumpit in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the two girls proceeded to tell me the pros and cons of the Bumpit. For example, it works well when your hair is down but once you try to put it up in a ponytail it gets more difficult. My favorite thing is they talked about the Bumpit as if every girl should have one. Now comes my confession - I've always wanted to try the Bumpit. There I said it. I LOVE big hair &amp;amp; would kill to be able to get some volume in mine. Every time I've seen the infomercial for the Bumpit my friends would crack jokes but I was secretly wanting one. Hearing my friends talk about the Bumpit and how to get big hair confirmed to me that Texas is where I belong. My love of big hair runs deep in my blood. No, I have not invested in the Bumpit yet (yes I said yet), but I will be sure to wear my Bumpit with pride when I get that privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you all want easy access to it here's the website where you can purchase your very own Bumpit for only $9.99 plus shipping &amp;amp; handling: &lt;a href="https://www.bumpits.com/Index.dtm"&gt;https://www.bumpits.com/Index.dtm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-174134051478358466?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/174134051478358466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-texan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/174134051478358466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/174134051478358466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-texan.html' title='A True Texan'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SsUFM7HdIEI/AAAAAAAAACY/8LV5lSvCZu4/s72-c/bumpit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-762426075379795093</id><published>2009-09-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:31:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Wakeboarding: My New Love</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had a camping trip planned to a nearby lake. Unfortunately Mother Nature didn't get the memo and decided to rain all weekend, especially where the lake is (there was flash flood warnings in that area). So instead of camping outside in the rain a friend of mine decided we should just rent a hotel like room on Lake Livingston which is connected to the Trinity River. After some reluctance we decided this was a good idea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the day was full of rain (the annoying kind where it was just drizzling/misting all day) the water was smooth as can be. I love rivers! Everyone had awesome water and we all got up. What more could you ask for? Ok maybe a little bit of sunshine would have made the trip better but nonetheless, I have been converted fully to river wakeboarding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://0238C13A-9C3B-4D45-B52D-B853B4BBD6E5/photo.php.jpg" alt="photo.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Here we are freezing &amp;amp; yes that is a trash bag poncho - you do what you gotta do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://70640D7D-65E4-4AD7-B57F-DD5F08FC8CF4/photo.php.jpg" alt="photo.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hiding out under the bridge so we could take a break from the rain - yes Chris and I are sporting ponchos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-762426075379795093?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/762426075379795093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/river-wakeboarding-my-new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/762426075379795093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/762426075379795093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/river-wakeboarding-my-new-love.html' title='River Wakeboarding: My New Love'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-5421179889043760396</id><published>2009-09-08T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:43:52.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Yell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://4938A0E1-0003-42C1-B78C-CA5C5DBEC09B/99midn-jeff21.jpg" alt="99midn-jeff21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table id="table25" bordercolor="#111111" height="273" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="1" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-right-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this past weekend I had the honored privilege of attending the Midnight Yell. This is a big pep rally or sorts that happens at midnight at A&amp;amp;M the night before home games. I have heard of these traditions from the Houghton's but wasn't able to experience any of them until now. I was warned that after attending Yell Practice I would think A&amp;amp;M was a cult - not quite but they definitely are dedicated fans. I had a friend who was also a midnight yell newbie and a fellow BYU Alum. We both agreed that something like this would never fly at BYU. I found this explanation of Yell Practice online and thought I'd share in this intriguing tradition. I did not participate in all the traditions that are talked about - you'll know which one I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yell Practice began as a post dinner activity in 1913, when different corps companies would gather together to "learn heartily the old time pep." However, it was not until 1931, that Yell Practice as is known today, was held before the t.u. game. It began, when a group of cadets were gathered in Peanut Owen's dorm room in Puryear Hall. Someone suggested that all of the freshmen should fall out and meet on the steps of the YMCA building at midnight. The cadets notified senior yell leaders Horsefly Berryhill and Two Gun Herman from Sherman, who could not authorize it, but said that they may just show up. Well, needless to say, the word spread quickly, and when the freshmen began to arrive, there were railroad flares and torpedoes stuck in flower pots around the YMCA building to light the area. The first Midnight Yell had begun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, Midnight Yell is held the night before a home game in Kyle Field and at the Grove on Thursday nights before away games. Also for away games, a site is designated for a Midnight Yell in the city of our opponent on the night before the game. For example, for the t.u. game, it is held at the Texas Capitol in Austin. For a yell at Kyle Field, yell leaders lead the Fightin' Texas Aggie Band and the Twelfth Man into the stadium. The yell leaders lead the crowd in old army yells, the singing of the fight song, and tell fables of how the Aggies are going to beat the everlivin' hell out of our opponent for the next day. Lastly, the lights go out, and Aggies kiss their dates. If they don't have a date, all they have to do is flick their Bicks. As the story goes, the flames make it easier for two dateless people to find each other, and maybe they won't be dateless anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The purpose of Midnight Yell is to pump up the Twelfth Man for the next day's big game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-5421179889043760396?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/5421179889043760396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight-yell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5421179889043760396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/5421179889043760396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight-yell.html' title='Midnight Yell'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-7255675178966234564</id><published>2009-09-01T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:40:30.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pretty Much Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/Sp2FGdR3_FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iqud0qZGFms/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/Sp2FGdR3_FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iqud0qZGFms/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376599876135550034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this past weekend I was graciously invited to join the lovely singles of College Station on a camping/lake trip. We left Friday morning and spent Friday and Saturday at the lake. There were 2 boats, good people, food, and wakeboarding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never wakeboarded in my life. I have water skied and snowboarded, so I have a little bit of experience using a board and with water just not together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm apparently a natural. I got up on my very first try no problem. Thanks to the helpful coaching of Chris. Then on my first run I was cutting in and out of the wake, just doing my thing. When I finally fell, the girl who owns the boat told me that there was no way that was my first time. She didn't believe me. I guess I'm just that good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only down side is the intense pain I'm experiencing now. I face planted pretty hard Saturday afternoon and so now my neck, back, arms, abs, and head are in pain. Most of it is just soreness but my head has been throbbing for the past 3 days...probably not a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on having more trips to the lake and more shots at wakeboarding - who knows maybe I'll try a flip this next go around since it just comes so easily to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-7255675178966234564?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7255675178966234564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-pretty-much-amazing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7255675178966234564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7255675178966234564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-pretty-much-amazing.html' title='I&apos;m Pretty Much Amazing'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/Sp2FGdR3_FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iqud0qZGFms/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-7459602042973530600</id><published>2009-08-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:09:44.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Sam Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeGQ03wyRI/AAAAAAAAACI/_oWixDnYcV0/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeGQ03wyRI/AAAAAAAAACI/_oWixDnYcV0/s200/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370408704291162386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like this city was founded on the principles of the Relief Society or at least Sam Houston thought they were pretty important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeE-g4IflI/AAAAAAAAACA/2kzD0NsV-pU/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeE-g4IflI/AAAAAAAAACA/2kzD0NsV-pU/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370407290174733906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This giant head is in front of a small amphitheater where I'm sure many lectures are given on Sam Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeD4_oJfhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d7VBEX1EjjI/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeD4_oJfhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d7VBEX1EjjI/s200/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370406095838346770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeDemWM0FI/AAAAAAAAABw/4Pou05ZlZCc/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeDemWM0FI/AAAAAAAAABw/4Pou05ZlZCc/s200/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370405642375581778" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeDemWM0FI/AAAAAAAAABw/4Pou05ZlZCc/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In case you need some incentive other than seeing my beautiful face, this is what you can look forward to as you come to Huntsville. This lovely statue of Sam Houston welcomes you as you are driving in on the freeway. In case you didn't notice, that little spot at the bottom is me standing in front of the statue. It's ginormous! Did you know that Sam Houston was a Master Mason? I like to think he and Joseph Smith were chums. All other important Sam Houston facts can be found on this wonderful plaque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&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/312310315209138386-7459602042973530600?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/7459602042973530600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/land-of-sam-houston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7459602042973530600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/7459602042973530600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/land-of-sam-houston.html' title='The Land of Sam Houston'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoeGQ03wyRI/AAAAAAAAACI/_oWixDnYcV0/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312310315209138386.post-1842255064842792111</id><published>2009-08-10T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:58:10.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHExqUdlI/AAAAAAAAABA/bA6yyVXE7sw/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368439271945696850" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHFVPQ5iI/AAAAAAAAABI/-g1hrL1rcPY/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHFVPQ5iI/AAAAAAAAABI/-g1hrL1rcPY/s200/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368439281495893538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHEXyyHyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1xn7IhDw_XI/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHEXyyHyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1xn7IhDw_XI/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368439265001873186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHEG3ywHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/p1pzNyEXJhs/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHEG3ywHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/p1pzNyEXJhs/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368439260459483250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure who said "less is more" but they obviously weren't a Mullen. These are the pictures of my car as it was packed to move me from Utah to Texas. The thing is this is after we had taken some stuff out that I needed for my short stay in El Paso. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom came up to "help" me pack. She actually ended up doing the majority of the packing herself. My biggest role was she would hold up items and ask me take it or leave it. Even though I felt like I was getting rid of a lot - obviously my losses were not enough. I just hope Huntsville is ready for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312310315209138386-1842255064842792111?l=meganmullen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/feeds/1842255064842792111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-is-more.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1842255064842792111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312310315209138386/posts/default/1842255064842792111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meganmullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-is-more.html' title='Less is More?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14323821115286698365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue1Uq9VC9B4/TjIpSGXVPoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rbZAEWVtdSk/s220/104_forweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5hUmEEuTO4/SoCHExqUdlI/AAAAAAAAABA/bA6yyVXE7sw/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
